思考建筑01-A_way_of_looking_at_things-4.doc

思考建筑 A way of looking at things 观察事物的方法 In search of the lost architecture 找寻被遗忘的建筑 When I think about architecture, images come into my mind. Many of these images are connected with my training and work as an architect. They contain the professional knowledge about architecture that I have gathered over the years. Some of the other images have to do with my childhood. There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. 我思考建筑时，脑海里总是浮现出种种图像。很多来自我作为建筑师的训练和工作，包含了我多年积累的建筑学的专业知识；还有一些与我的童年有关，那段时光里我体验建筑但不思考它。有时我能几乎还能感觉到手里握着那个门把手，那是一片金属，塑成勺背的形状。 I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house. 走进姨妈家的花园时，我总要握着那把手。对我来说，直到现在，它仍像进入另一世界的特殊标记，这个世界有着不同的情绪和味道。我记得脚下碎石的声音，记得打过蜡的橡木楼梯闪出的柔光。还能听见沉重的前门在身后关上，当我穿过黑暗的走廊走进厨房，厨房是这房子里唯一被真正点亮的房间。 Looking back, it seems as if this was the only room in the house in which the ceiling did not disappear into twilight; the small hexagonal tiles of the floor, dark red and fitted so tightly together that the cracks between them were almost imperceptible, were hard and unyielding under my feet, and a smell of oil paint issued from the kitchen cupboard. 回首望去，这好像是房子里唯一一个天花板不会消失在暮色里的房间；小块的六边形地砖，深红色的，紧密地拼在地上，几乎看不出拼缝，在我脚下，它们牢固且坚硬；一股油漆的味道从橱柜里散发出来。 Everything about this kitchen was typical of a traditional kitchen. There was nothing special about it. But perhaps it was just the fact that it was so very much, so very naturally, a kitchen that has imprinted its memory indelibly on my mind. The atmosphere of this room is insolubly linked with my idea of a kitchen. N