我们是在夜里到达日内瓦的,那时正下着雨。拂晓前雨停了。雾气初起,空气变得分外清新。我们推开阳台门,秋晨的凉意扑面而来,使人陶然欲醉。由湖上升起的乳白色的雾霭,弥漫在大街小巷上。旭日虽然还是蒙蒙胧胧的,却已经朝气勃勃地在雾中放着光。湿润的晨风轻轻地拂弄着盘绕在阳台柱子上的野葡萄血红的叶子。我们盥洗过后,匆匆穿好衣服,走出了旅 We arrived in Geneva at night, when it was raining. The rain stopped before dawn. From the beginning of fog, the air becomes exceptionally fresh. We open the balcony door, autumn morning cool blowing, people Taoran want to drunk. Milky mist rising from the lake, filled the streets. Although the sun is still hazy, it has been vibrant in the fog. The moist morning breeze gently flicked the red leaves of wild grapes wrapped around the balcony pillars. After we wash, hurriedly dressed, out of the brigade