他坐在寂静的公园里 ,身下是木制长椅 ,头上是发黄的树叶。他双手扶着拐杖的银柄 ,一面观赏着满身尘土的天鹅雕像 ,一面静静地思考死神到来时的情景。以前 ,他第一次来日内瓦的时候 ,这湖水明净而清澈 ,那时还有驯顺的银鸥走近人们的身边觅食 ,还有身穿蝉翼纱花裙、头戴丝绸小 He was sitting in a quiet park with a wooden bench under him, with yellow leaves on his head. With his hands on the cane’s silver handle, he watched the dusty swan statue quietly contemplate the scene of the death coming. Before, when he first came to Geneva, the lake was clear and clear, when tame silver gulls approached the people for food, dressed in cicada wings and flowers, wearing silk