布拉格城堡下的黄金巷,一张忧郁青年的照片,伴着扬.聂鲁达的《小城故事》,躲在橱窗的冰凌后,默默注视这世界。那是一生用笔在为自己驱逐孤独的卡夫卡。他的那句名言突然在耳畔响起:“我们就像被遗弃的孩子,迷失在森林里。当你站在我面前,看着我时,你知道我心里的悲伤吗,你知道你自己心里的悲伤吗?”那一刻,布拉格清冷的天空下,怀念起那逝去的灵魂。 Golden Lane under the Prague Castle, a photo of melancholy youth, accompanied by Jan Neruda’s “story of a small town”, hiding in the window after the iceberg, silently watching the world. That was the lifetime of using pen to expel lonely Kafka for himself. His famous saying suddenly sounded in his ears: “We are like abandoned children, lost in the forest.When you stand in front of me and look at me, do you know my heart’s sadness, you know yourself Heart sad? ”At that moment, under the cold sky of Prague, I remember the dead soul.