在印象的底版中,它只是比一座电视塔略高些的大铁架;而在视线所及的图像中,它又淹没在巴黎挤挤撞撞的建筑物中间,只露给你一个纤瘦的顶部。即使是在它对面的人类博物馆广场的喷泉边上眺望它,它也似乎只是一个小摆设,甚至,有那么一点被压抑的冷峻。我总没有想到它竟会如此之高——当你来到它的面前,站在它的脚下的时候,当你尚未抬头,仅仅感觉到它笼罩的阴影的时候,当你完全抬起头,却望不到它的全部,而要向后仰着身子,扶住你的帽子或眼镜儿,眯着眼寻找天空的时候,你才会确实地明白它的高度,明白它的气势,明白它的骄傲。 In the first floor of the impression, it is just a big iron frame slightly higher than a television tower; in the picture it is submerged in the middle of a crowded building in Paris, it only shows you a slender the top of. Even on the fountain opposite the Museum of Human Museums, it looks like it is a small display, even a bit suppressed. I never thought it was so high - when you came to it and stood at its feet, when you did not look up, just felt it shrouded in shade, when you looked up completely, Without looking at it all, and looking backwards at your body, holding your hat or glasses, and squinting in search of the sky, you will really understand its height, understand its momentum, understand its pride .