<p class="ql-block">“假如你有幸年轻时在巴黎待过，那么不管你一生中后来去过哪里，巴黎都与你在一起，因为巴黎是一场流动的盛宴” —- 海明威</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(25, 25, 25);">中文诵读</span></p> <p class="ql-block">英文诵读</p> <p class="ql-block">《流动的盛宴》 节选</p><p class="ql-block">作者：海明威</p><p class="ql-block">翻译：张佳玮</p><p class="ql-block">这家咖啡馆惬意、温暖、干净又亲切。我脱了旧雨衣挂上衣帽架晾干，将褪色的旧呢帽挂上板凳上方的搭钩，点了一杯牛奶咖啡。侍者端了咖啡来，我从外套口袋里掏出笔记本和铅笔，开始写作。我写的故事在密歇根，因为巴黎寒风呼啸，于是故事里也是这般天色。我在童年、少年与青年时期，已经见识了秋末光景；我在巴黎能写得比在密歇根更好。这大概就是所谓生活在别处吧，我想：人也许与其他会生长的事物一样，都得将自己移植到别处。可是小说里的少年们都在喝酒，我不禁渴起来，便要了杯圣詹姆斯酒。这酒在天冷时品来绝妙，我继续写作，状态挺好，感受着上好的马提尼克朗姆酒温暖我的全身与灵魂。</p> <p class="ql-block">A MOVEABLE FEAST</p><p class="ql-block">by Earnest Hemingway</p><p class="ql-block">“It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old waterproof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write. I was writing about up in Michigan and since it was a wild, cold, blowing day it was that sort of day in the story. I had already seen the end of fall come through boyhood, youth and young manhood, and in one place you could write about it better than in another. That was called transplanting yourself, I thought, and it could be as necessary with people as with other sorts of growing things. But in the story the boys were drinking and this made me thirsty and I ordered a rum St James. This tasted wonderful on the cold day and I kept on writing, feeling very well and feeling the good Martinique rum warm me all through my body and my spirit.”</p>