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L'Air du Temps[Part B]

[光阴的旋律]
Marilyn McFarlane
Think not that you can direct the course of love; for love…directs your course.

                                                            Kahlil Gibran 

One girl rummagedrummage乱翻) in her pursepurse钱包) and pulled out a handful of papers. “Look at this! Your passport and tickets! I had them all along.”

I laughed. What did I care about inconvenienceinconvenience不方便)? This was adventureadventure 冒险)----and Paris.

On the Champs Elyséesthe Champs Elysées香舍丽榭大街), the boy and I walked for miles, dodgingdodging闪开) traffic as if we were citywisecitywise城里人), rather than small-town kids who’d never been anywhere. We climbed the Eiffel Towerthe Eiffel Tower艾菲尔铁塔), gazedgaze盯住) at the Seinethe Seine塞纳河), watch the torchtorch火炬) lighting at the Arc de Triomphethe Arc de Triomphe凯旋门) tomb, ate jambonjambon火腿) and fromagefromage奶酪) and ice cream at sidewalk caféscafé咖啡店). We tossed coins in every fountain we saw, always with a wish to return.

With the last of my money, I bought a minisculeminiscule迷你的) bottle of perfumeperfume香水), L’Air du TempsL’Air du Temps时间的旋律). By dabbingdab轻拭) my wrist sparinglysparingly节俭地), and only on special occasionsoccasion场合), I made it last for months.

We went to the Louvrethe Louvre卢浮宫), and the boy sang, “Venus de MiloVenus de Milo米罗的维纳斯) was noted for her charmscharm魅力), but strictly between us, you’re cutercute可爱) than Venus, and what’s more you’ve got arms…” I thought it was charming.

He save the champagne bottle from the Moulin Rouge, and when we were aboardaboard登上) the ocean linerliner邮轮) sailing home, far out to sea, he wrote our names on a paper, put it in the bottle and corkedcork用木塞封住) it. Then he tossed it overboardoverboard从船上落下)----and kissed me. I was dazzleddazzled眩晕的).

Many years have gone by. The boy and I got married, and after nineteen years and four daughters, we ended up in a bitterbitter激烈的) divorcedivorce离异).

But the girl in the snapshotsnapshot照片), the one my ex-husband’s girlfriend ripped in half, doesn’t see that. She’s dazzled by a future that shimmersshimmer闪烁) bright as the fountain sprayingspray喷洒) behind her. All the tears and pain destineddestine注定) to divide us lie ahead----and yet I wouldn’t change a thing.

Because, once in a while, I catch the scentscent香味) in a perfume shop or from someone walking by. I recognize it instantlyinstantly立即) and smile. It’s L’Air du Temps, and I’m in Paris again, and seventeen.

L'Air du Temps[Part A]

[光阴的旋律]
Marilyn McFarlane
Think not that you can direct the course of love; for love…directs your course.

                                                         Kahlil Gibran 

In the picture, the one my ex-husband’ s(ex-husband前夫) girlfriend ripped(rip撕裂) in half, I am wearing a white blouse and yellow gathered(gathered打褶的) skirt that billows(billow鼓起) over full petticoats(petticoat衬裙) like an open parasolparasol遮阳伞). I am sitting on the edge of a fountainfountain喷泉) in Paris, and I’m laughing----laughing because I’ve had a summer of freedom, I’m seventeen and I’m in love with the boy taking the picture. And we’re in Paris.

I wonder about the petticoats. I don’t remember packingpack打包) them into that heavy, brown leather suitcase I luggedlug拖拉) all summer, but the picture says I did. Surely I didn’t starch starch浆)and ironiron熨) them, as fashion required back in 1955, to make the pastel skirtspastel skirts铅笔裙) appear to float. Where would I have found the starch and the iron? Yet there I am, fluffyfluffy蓬松的) as a peonypeony牡丹).

With every step the boy and I took, wandering the Latin Quarterthe Latin Quarter拉丁区), drencheddrench湿透) in romance and innocence, we sealed our fatesealed our fate决定了我们的命运). I had my first taste of champagnechampagne香槟) and watch a dancer swathedswathe裹) in leopardleopard豹) skin slither slither滑动)across the stage of the Moulin Rougethe Moulin Rouge红磨坊).

That evening I wore the pink linenlinen亚麻) dress my mother had made with loving care before she sent me off to a summer in Europe, thinking I would be protected from change because I was part of such a trustworthy, well –escortedwell –escorted很好保护的) group of students. The dress was so tighttight紧的) around the waist----stitchedstitch缝) so at my insistenceinsistence 坚持)----that I could take only shallowshallow浅的) breaths, and I never wore it again.

I had arrived in Paris on a train of World War Ⅱ vintagevintage年代), crouchingcrouch蹲伏) in the dust under the compartmentscompartment车厢) wooden seat. ShelteredShelter受保护) by my friend’s legs and blankets, I rode there all night, crampedcramped伸不开手脚) and drowsy drowsy 昏昏欲睡的)as the wheels clickety-clackedclickety-clacked咯哒咯哒的) over the rails of Western Europe. I was hiding the conductorconductor 列车长)because I had lost both my passport and my train ticket from CopenhagenCopenhagen哥本哈根). As the train rolled into the old, echoeyechoey充满回声的), smoky station and my friends whispered that the coast was clearthe coast was clear已经没有被发现的危险了), I crawledcrawl爬行) out and stretchedstretch伸展), gigginggigging咯咯笑). “Anybody got a combcomb梳子)?”

 
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