一枚贝壳是一件小东西,我把它拖回到沙滩上。然后我抓一把沙子,在这些沙子从我的指缝里几乎漏光了的时候,观察留在我手里的那一点点。我看到几粒沙,然后每一粒沙,那时,再也没有一粒沙对我来说是一件小东西了,而那具有形式的贝壳,那牡蛎或是赝造的冠冕或是竹蛏的壳,给我的印象就像是一座宏伟的纪念碑,既巨大又珍贵,有如吴哥的庙宇、圣马克罗或是金字塔,而且比这些过于明显的人类创造物具有奇特得多的意义。 A shell is a little thing, I drag it back to the beach. Then I grabbed a handful of sand and watched the little bit left in my hand as the sand was almost leaked from my fingers. I saw a few grains of sand, and then every grain of sand. At that time, no grain of sand was a little thing for me, and the type of shell that oyster was either a false crown or The shell of the bamboo shoot gave me the impression of being a magnificent monumental monument, both immense and precious, such as the temples of Angkor, the San Marco or the pyramids, and much more exotic than these overly obvious human creations .