一那是19世纪中叶,一个雨后的黄昏,在遥远的法国普罗旺斯地区埃克斯小城近郊,一座名叫热德布芳的花园里,一片清新明净空旷寂寥的绿草地上,当时还没有被人们认可的伟大的塞尚鼓着那两只差不多被埋进浓密的须发中的金鱼眼晴以一种刚从遥远神秘的天国漫游了一遭归来的热病患者呓语般的声音 It was the mid-19th century, a twilight after the rain, in the faraway far outskirts of Aix-en-Provence, in a garden called Ged-bouton, on a green, fresh, clear, and lonely meadow that had not been The celebrated Great Cezanne drummed the eyes of the two goldfish, almost buried in the thick whiskers, with a feverish voice that had just returned from a distant mysterious kingdom