在遥远的海平面上,一条灰色的影子越来越清晰地出现在视线当中。纽芬兰,这个冷峻孤傲、似乎被遗弃在拉布拉多海中的大岛,这个加拿大最东端的天涯海角正不动声色地走来。最前方是一座屹立在礁石上的灯塔,简陋的石头房屋组成的渔村慢慢出现了,更远的地方,—条不见起伏却绵延不断的山脉横跨整个大地。这正是我想象中的纽芬兰,遥远、寂静、苍凉。 In the distant sea level, a gray shadow appears more clearly in sight. Newfoundland, this somber and arrogant, seems abandoned on the Big Island in the Labrador Sea, where the ends of the earth, the most eastern tip of Canada, are quietly moving. Foremost is a lighthouse standing on a rock, a fishing village of shabby stone houses slowly emerging, farther away, with undulating but rolling mountains stretching across the earth. This is exactly what I imagined Newfoundland, distant, still, desolation.