在路上飞机在八千米高空飞行,脚下是一朵朵洁白的云彩。要去的地方是一个叫芬兰的国度。那是一个陌生的地方,陌生的土地。一万三千多里,够遥远的了。漫长的七个多小时的飞行,无所事事。看完了随身带去的报纸,作为交换,我从邻座的一个中年男人那里取过了一本杂志。内有北岛先生 On the road the plane flew at a height of 8,000 meters, at the foot of which was a blossoming white cloud. The place to go is a country called Finland. It is a strange place, a strange land. Thirteen thousand miles, far enough away. Long flight of more than seven hours, nothing to do. After reading the newspaper I brought with me, in exchange, I took a magazine from a middle-aged man in the neighborhood. There are Mr. Kitajima