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那年,莫斯科好大雪,鹅毛般的雪片从天穹上倾泻下来,盖满了屋宇、丛林和道路。我从莫斯科地铁里走上来,立即傻了眼:这茫茫雪原中,何处是归途?幸好我看到不远的前方有一个男人,便向他打听路。男人好奇的问,你是从亚美利亚还是乌兹别克来的?我说,还要远,是中国！男人一听来了神,高兴地说,噢,中国！我去过！我曾率团访问过那里,见过郭沫若,我还知道中国诗人埃弥·萧！ 埃弥·萧！我这一惊也非同小可,萧三已经仙逝了几年,在这遥远的异国还有人清晰地记得他！
That year, Moscow had heavy snow and goose-like snow flakes pouring from the sky, covered with houses, jungles and roads. I walked up the Moscow metro, immediately foolish: This vast snow field, where is the way home? Fortunately, I saw a man in front of not far, he asked the way. Man curious to ask, you come from the United States or Uzbekistan? I said, still further, is China! The man heard God, happy to say, oh, China! I’ve been there! I have visited the delegation there, met Guo Moruo, I also know the Chinese poet Ai Mi Xiao! Amy Xiao! I am astonished at the same level, Xiao San has passed away for a few years, in this distant exotic country someone still remember him clearly!