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杏黄色的月亮在天边努力地爬行着,企望着攀登树梢,有着孩童般可爱的神情。空气是炙热的,透过了纱窗,这个绿色的罩子,室中储蓄了一天的热气犹未散尽,电扇徒劳地转动着。桌上玻璃缸中的热带鱼,活泼轻盈地穿行于纤细碧绿的水藻间,鳞片上闪着耀目的银光,这是这屋子中唯一出色的点缀了。这还是一个孩子送来的,他的脸上闪烁着青春的光彩,将这一缸热带鱼放在桌子上:
The apricot moon crawls hard against the horizon, hoping to climb the treetops and has a childlike look. The air was hot, through the window screens, the green hood, the heat of the day that had been saved in the room, and the fan in vain. Tropical fish in the glass on the table, lively and light through the slender green algae, flashes shining silver, this is the only outstanding decoration in this room. This is still a child sent, his face flashing a youthful glory, the cylinder of tropical fish on the table: