一进教室,第一眼看见的是他。在一片白的、黑的面孔中间,只有这样一张黄面孔,不动声色地在打量我。我的心格登一跳。我也不动声色地打量他:穿着整洁,表情复杂,含蓄而又内在,必是中国人无疑。不知不觉,我全身戒备了起来,这些年,不知中了什么邪,中国人对中国人最不友好。不但出了一批专门以辱骂中国、甚至株及祖宗为荣的“精英”,而且带坏了不少青年也以此为时髦。 When he entered the classroom, he first saw him. Among the white, black faces, only such a yellow face looked at me silently. My heart jumped. I looked at him quietly: wearing clean, complex expressions, subtle and internal, there must be no doubt about the Chinese. Unconsciously, I was fully alert. In these years, I did not know what was wrong. The Chinese were the least friendly to the Chinese. Not only did a group of “elite” people who were particularly proud of abusing China, even their own strains and their ancestors, but many young people were also taken as fashionable.