暮霭中,整个斯德哥尔摩城华灯齐放,位于旧市区桥间街东北角的王宫灯火辉煌。王宫的几百个窗口泛出金色的光芒,远远望去,光环闪烁,忽隐忽现,犹如颗颗明星。王宫门前,全身戎装的卫兵昂首挺胸,伫立在夕阳中,如同一尊尊铅铸的塑像。此刻,国王将出席皇家歌剧院的音乐会,观众很早就坐在自己的座位上等候了。时钟刚刚敲响八下,只见一名头戴假发,身穿马甲、灯笼裤的传呼 Twilight, the entire Stockholm city lights together, located in the old town of Bridge Street northeast corner of the palace lights. The palace of hundreds of windows glow golden light, from afar, aura flashing, flickering, like a star. In front of the palace, the guards in full-length military uniform held their heads high and stood in the setting sun as a statue cast by the lead. At this point, the king will be attending the Royal Opera House concert, the audience has long been sitting in their seats waiting. The clock just sounded eight times, I saw a wig wearing a vest, pants pants Paging