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在黄昏的布鲁塞尔中央火车站,当我从连接巴黎至布鲁塞尔的泰勒斯专线上下来,并和无数倦怠却急切的西装革履的欧盟公务员迎面擦肩,看着他们踏上驶向各自家乡首都的高速铁路专线时,我意识到,我又要去另外一个不同的欧洲了。这样的认识很容易从荷兰铁路公司通体中黄而款式老旧、驶往阿姆斯特丹的一堆子弹头列车中得到证实,内饰是从未见过的全橙色皮椅与墙壁,如果说这样的视觉刺激还能让我想到1568年领导尼德兰独立革命并历代统治荷兰的奥伦治皇室——或者就叫橙色皇室的话,那么后来从安特卫普上车,坐在我身边,散发着荷兰西部著名的豪达山羊奶酪味道的建筑工人,则更加证实了感官的真切性。
At twilight Brussels Central Station, when I got off the Thales Line connecting Paris to Brussels and rubbed shoulders with countless languid but eagerly dressed suits, watching them embark on the fast lane to their hometown capital When I was on the railway line, I realized that I was going to another different Europe. Such an understanding is easily confirmed by the yellow, old-fashioned design of a fleet of Dutch railways and the arsenal of bullet trains traveling to Amsterdam, with all-orange leather chairs and walls never seen before, The thrill also reminds me of the royal family of Oron, who led Holland’s independent revolution in 1568 and dynasty, or Orange House, then got on the train from Antwerp and sat beside me exuding the famous Dutch west Gouda goat cheese flavor of construction workers, then confirmed the authenticity of the senses.