云墨中天,雷声滚滚,海边一座城堡喘着粗气撑在崖头。一个行将就木的老人独自倚着窗头,看着窗外自己的死期,回想起自己的一生。他生在一个法国农庄。那是他一生中最淘气的时候。夏天他和罗宾手持一把扫帚,从林子这头斗到那头,秋天他和可爱的姑娘夏绿蒂一起把一串串葡萄收进木桶,冬天他在暖和的壁 Clouds and sky, thunder billowing, a castle at the beach gasping in panting. A lonely old man leaning against the window, looking out of the window of his own death, recalling his life. He was born in a French farm. That was the naughty time in his life. In the summer he held a broom with Robin, from the woods to the other end, and in the autumn he and his lovely girl, Charlotte, put a bunch of grapes in a wooden barrel. In the winter he was on the warm wall