1凌晨,天还没亮,屋里的人都已起床了,也亮起了灯。窗外,蓝色的夜幕已被清晨的第一缕晨辉划破了。天很冷,他全身瑟瑟发抖,眼睛感到刺疼,一种强烈的不幸感袭来,就像被强迫叫醒的人通常感受到的那样。饭厅已经准备好咖啡,弗伦奇先生费力扣上紧绷的领扣,由于触碰到被浆过的衬衣那硬邦邦冷冰冰的衣领,脖子颤抖起来。那边传来压低嗓门的关切声和餐具刺耳的响声。 In the early hours of the morning, when the sky was not yet clear, all the people in the house had got up and the lights were on. Outside the window, the blue night has been scratched by the first ray of morning Chen Hui. The weather was cold, his body trembled, his eyes stinging, a strong sense of unhappiness, as commonly felt by those forced to wake up. The dining room was ready for coffee, and Mr. French strained his tight collar, shaking his neck as he touched the cold collar of his pulpized shirt. There came down the voice of the voices of concern and cutlery shrill noise.