凌晨时分,天色还蒙蒙亮时,只要不是下雨天,从我书房的窗口看出去,景色就像一幅粗细有致的风景画。远近的房屋错落在树木丛中,除了点点路灯,一切都是墨黑色的,像从黑纸剪出来的画,贴在不染尘埃的天幕。 In the wee hours of the morning, when the weather is still bright, as long as it is not a rainy day, it can be seen from the window of my study. The scenery is like a picture of a thick landscape. Near and far from the house scattered in the trees, in addition to a little street lamps, everything is black ink, like cut out from the black paper painting, paste in the dusty sky.