法国的晚秋是迷人的:淡淡的一抹青烟复盖着大地,仿佛有谁在一位少女的脸上罩上了一块面纱一样;高远的太阳,是那样慷慨无私地把自己的全部光芒投射到这块土地上,给它涂上了一层浓重的金色;偶尔,天上还飘过几朵白云。我正是在这诗意的季节中,在巴黎游览了三星期。 The late fall of France is fascinating: a hint of smoke covers the earth, as if one had a veil over the face of a young girl; the lofty sun casts its entire light so generously On this land, it was painted with a heavy golden color; occasionally, there were clouds in the sky. It was in this poetic season that I visited Paris for three weeks.