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那还是在六月初的诺曼底之行即将结束的时候遇到的一件事。那天午后,我在看完盟军登陆的最后一个“Utah”海滩后,带着被各种新鲜事幸福起来的神经和辘辘的饥肠,离开大西洋,沿着名为“解放之路”的913省级公路,向内陆进发。在两个著名的盟军空降点马德莱娜村和圣玛丽杜蒙村之间,我看到路边一片小树林,便开了进去。在法国公路旁,常有这样的为旅人提供方便的歇脚点,一两张野餐的桌子,扔弃杂物的垃圾桶,一片树荫,足矣,却常常是路人留下旅途温馨记忆的所在。
That was one of the things that came to an end in Normandy in early June. That afternoon, after I watched the last “Utah” beach where the Allied forces landed, I left the Atlantic with the nerve and reeling from all sorts of new things and walked along the 913 Province called “Jiefang Road” Highway, inland departure. Between the two famous allied airborne landing villages, Madeleine and Sainte-Marie-du-Mont, I saw a grove of the roadside where I entered. On the French side of the road, there is often such a convenient way to provide travelers a stop-off, a picnic table or two, throwing debris trash, a shade of trees, suffice it, but often passers-by leave the warm memory of the journey .