I had taken a long walk from my hotel near the Colosseum, past the antique earth colors of ruins at the Forum, down busy, traffic-laden streets to the Trevi Fountain, its lip ringed with throngs of tourists snapping selfies — a father bending to the waters and cupping his hands to offer his toddler son a cool drink amidst the glister, sculptures of the gods serene but spouting an abundance that lapped gorgeously over carved stone to the brilliant, pooling fan that made this upwelling a semicircle of the bucolic. I moved through to a kind of winding approach to the Steps and descended, picking through the patches of crowds huddled in an angling shade cast by the Keats-Shelley House.

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光之花环

我从罗马斗兽场附近的酒店走了很长一段路，经过论坛上古色古香的废墟，沿着繁忙、车水马龙的街道来到特雷维喷泉，它的嘴唇上挤满了自拍的游客——一个父亲弯腰在闪闪发光的众神雕塑中，他捧着水，捧起他的手给他蹒跚学步的儿子喝一杯清凉的饮料，众神的雕塑宁静但喷出丰富的水，华丽地覆盖在雕刻的石头上，流向明亮的池扇，使这上升流成为田园风光的半圆形。我走上一条蜿蜒的台阶，走下坡路，在济慈-雪莱故居投下的垂钓阴影中挤成一团的人群中穿梭。