长安行上,北京饭店的高楼,迎着朝阳,敞开着一扇窗口。这里住着一位黑人运动员,他是来自遥远遥远的非洲。每天,当太阳升起的时候,他总要久久地在窗前停留;眺望林立的烟囱,栉比的厂房,俯视沸腾的行道,奔忙的人流。他用一双明亮的眼睛望着.海涛般的激情翻卷在他心头;他时而高兴得挥臂呼喊,时而又情不自禁的热泪涌流。看到飘扬的红旗,喜庆的锣鼓,他想到了自己祖国的今后;看到谈笑的老人,欢乐的儿童,也想起了他在非洲的亲生骨肉…… Chang On the line, Beijing Hotel’s high-rise, facing the sun, open a window. Here live a black athlete, he is from afar in Africa. Every day, when the sun rises, he always stays in front of the window for a long time. He looks out over the chimneys, the factory buildings, the boiling sideways, and the bustling crowd. He looked at it with a pair of bright eyes, and the sea-waved passion rolled over him; See the flying red flag, festive gongs and drums, he thought of the future of his own motherland; see laughing elderly, happy children, but also remembered his own flesh and blood in Africa ......