凌晨,在熹微的晨光中,我走到大图书馆前草坪附近去散步。我看到许多男女大孩子,有的耳朵上戴着耳机,手里拿着收音机和一本什么书;有的只在手里拿着一本书,都是凝神潜虑,目不斜视,嘴里喃喃地朗诵什么外语。初升的太阳在长满黄叶的银杏树顶上抹上了一缕淡红。我们这些早晨八九点钟的太阳,面对着那一轮真正的太阳。我只感觉到满眼金光,却分不清这金光究竟是从哪里来的了。 In the wee hours of the morning, I went for a walk near the lawn in front of the big library. I saw many men and women, some with earphones on their ears, a radio with a book in their hands, others with a book in their hands, What foreign language murmured to recite. The rising sun smears a ray of pink on the top of ginkgo tree covered with yellow leaves. The suns, the eight or nine o’clock this morning, face the real sun of that round. I only feel the golden eyes, but can not tell where this golden came from.