已近黄昏的时分。 我走进罗杰斯餐厅的时候夜幕恰恰降临在窗外灯火初阑珊的世界，胡桃本色的围栅和柚水色的桌椅似乎配合着美国乡村音乐特有的韵律有序地在空气中呼吸。 我想，我应该是第一次见到她。年青的娟子坐在那里歌唱。而我，一个普通的听众安静地在距离较远的地方黯然 Near dusk. When I walked into Rogers Restaurant, the night falls just outside the window, where the dim light of the beaks, the walnut-colored fencing and pummelo-colored tables and chairs seem to be breathing in the air in an orderly manner in line with the rhythms typical of American country music. I think I should see her for the first time. The young Juanzi sat singing. And I, an ordinary listener quietly in the distant place sadly