挪威的森林(中英對照)
was thirtyseven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport. Cold November rains
drenched the earth and lent everything the gloomy air of a Flemish landscape:the ground crew ran gear, a flag atop a squat airport building, a BMW billboard. So Germany again.
once the plane was on the ground soft music began to flow from the ceiling speakers: a sweet orchestral cover version of the Beatles' " Norwegian Wood".
The melody never failed to send a shudder through me, but this time it hit me arder than ever.
once the plane was on the ground soft music began to flow from the ceiling speakers: a sweet orchestral cover version of the Beatles' " Norwegian Wood".
The melody never failed to send a shudder through me, but this time it hit me harder than ever.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks."
She smiled and left, and the music changed to a Billy Joel tune. I straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over
the North Sea, thinking of what I had lost in the course of my life: times gone forever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings I would never know again.
The plane reached the gate. People began unlatching their seatbelts and pulling baggage from the storage bins, and all the while I was in the meadow.
I could smell the grass, feel the wind on my face, hear the cries of the birds. Autumn 1969,and soon I wou1d be twenty.
The plane reached the gate. People began unlatching their seatbelts and pulling baggage from the storage bins, and all the while I was in the meadow.
I could smell the grass, feel the wind on my face, hear the cries of the birds. Autumn 1969,and soon I wou1d be twenty.
The plane reached the gate. People began unlatching their seatbelts and pulling baggage from the storage bins, and all the while I was in the meadow.
I could smell the grass, feel the wind on my face, hear the cries of the birds. Autumn 1969,and soon I wou1d be twenty.
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