起雾了,初春浓雾多。2014年元宵节过后不久,一天近黄昏,我站在厦门东渡码头,往西展望对岸的海沧,雾霭蒙蒙中,错落有致的楼群若隐若现,犹如海市蜃楼,海外仙境般地突显魅力。待会,夜幕缓缓降落,变幻的景象使我想起朱自清佳作《春》中的描述:“上灯了,一点点黄晕的光,烘托出一片这安静而和平的夜。” Fog, early spring thick fog. Shortly after the Lantern Festival in 2014, one day near dusk, I stood at the terminal of Dongdu in Xiamen and looked toward the west of Haicang in the misty mist. The patchwork of buildings loomed like a mirage and showed the charm in overseas wonderland. Later, the night slowly landed, changing scene reminds me of Zhu Ziqing masterpiece “Spring” in the description: “on the lights, a little yellow halo of light, set off a quiet and peaceful night. ”