沿着铺满柔软的紫绒地毯的走廊,我侧着头,一边数着客房门上那紫铜数码,一边寻找着我要到的房间。前面透出灯光时房间里传出一阵爽朗的说笑声,循声走去,门里出现一位女士。她细挑的身材,举止轻捷,面容清秀,一双锐敏的眼睛,好似把一切都能映摄到心灵中去。她,就是我如约前来拜访的,国际知名的英籍女作家,中国人民的诚挚朋友韩素音女士。 Along the corridors covered with soft, plush carpet, I nodded, searching for the room I was going to while counting the copper numbers in the door of the room. In front of the room when the light came out a burst of hearty laughter, walked in the sound, there was a lady in the door. Her delicate body, light and quick manner, handsome face, a pair of sharp eyes, as if everything can be reflected in the mind to go. She is my internationally renowned British woman writer and sincere friend of the Chinese people, Mrs. Han Suyin.