①冬天来到了巴黎,寒风料峭,木叶尽脱。洗尽铅华后的巴黎,少了点艳丽,多了些庄严,顺着塞纳河西北行,更是一片冬天的萧瑟。我们驱车向瓦兹河上的欧维尔城疾驰,去瞻仰我心灵深处的艺术殉道者凡·高的遗踪。②我们来到了镇上的一间小客栈,这儿便是凡·高生命最后一段时间的居停,楼下是饭厅,楼上 1 Winter arrived in Paris. After Paris had been washed out, it was less colorful and more solemn. It was northwest along the Seine, and it was a bleak winter. We drove to Ouweier on the Oise River and went to see the whereabouts of Van Gogh, the art martyr in my heart. 2 We came to a small inn in the town, where Van Gogh’s life lasted. The downstairs was the dining room, upstairs.