当我读完《堂吉诃德》,把这部小说慢慢合上时,我知道堂吉诃德死了,他一生的游侠冒险也最终消失在历史中。但在我的眼前,有一幅画面变得越发清晰——落日下,在那条通向天边未知的路上,有一名骑士骑着驽马、身披盔甲,身影被挽歌般的余晖拖得很长很长,像是一种召唤。 When I read “Don Quixote” and slowly closed the novel, I knew that Don Quixote was dead, and the life of heroes adventure eventually disappeared in history. But in front of me, there is a picture becomes more clear - the setting sun, on the road leading to unknown horizon, there is a knight riding a horse, wearing armor, the shadow of the Elegy dragged very long very Long, like a call.