一《人与事》中,六十多岁的诗人帕斯捷尔纳克在回忆自己的人生经历时,常常用诗一样的语言展开记忆中俄罗斯的风景:一条小河在花园脚下蜿蜒,流水从陡峭的河岸直泻而下。一棵古老的大桦树已经折倒了一半,斜在水潭上,继续在生枝发芽。桦树那一捧杂乱无章的翠绿的树枝,宛似悬在水面上的空中凉亭。枝权结结实实地交盘在一起,上边可以坐人或侧身躺卧。我在那上边安置了 In “Man and the Things,” in his memory of his own life experiences, Pasternak, a poet in his 60s, often used the poetic language to start the memory of the Russian landscape: a small river meandering at the foot of the garden, running water Zhixie from the steep banks. An ancient big birch tree has been folded in half, slanting on the pool, continue to sprout in branches. Birch that holding a chaotic green branches, like hanging in the water on the air pavilion. Branches to be duly put together, the top can sit or sideways lying. I settled on that