北京的一切似乎还藏在冬天的棉袄里,还未复苏。放眼望去,燕园满是灰色的树、灰色的路、灰色的房。在这统一的灰色调中凸现的是脖子上五颜六色的围巾、棉帽,五颜六色下面藏着一张或是坚定或是茫然的脸。我站在“一塔湖图”之一的图书馆前,迎着凛冽的风,抬头仰望这座灰白相间,庄严、沉稳的建筑,恍然间,觉得似乎在一 Everything in Beijing seems to have been hidden in the winter jackets, but it has not yet recovered. Looking ahead, the park is full of gray trees, gray roads, and grey rooms. In this uniform gray tone, colorful scarves and cotton caps around the neck are highlighted, and a face that is either firm or awkward is hidden beneath the colorful ones. I stood in front of the library of one of the “Tower Lakes,” facing the sturdy winds, looking up at this gray and white, solemn, calm building.