我在一个烟雾朦朦的下午,乘一木船渡过一片清澈的湖水;一会儿风浪骤起,从左后方向前驶出另一木船,看到船上恰好是多年未见的抗大老友陈文奎,带着妻儿赶上来。我们互相招手之后,两人不得不关注坐下的船与风浪搏斗。我的船向左绕过风浪,驶近一个小岛;眼看着陈的船在风浪中起伏,出没于白浪 I am in a dark foggy afternoon, by a wooden boat through a clear lake; a moment after the storm surge, forward from the left rear of another wooden boat, saw the ship just happened for many years before the anti-old friend Chen Wenkui, With his wife and children to catch up. After we waved each other, the two had to pay attention to the squad to sit down and storm fighting. My ship left the storm to the left, approaching an island; seeing Chen’s boat fluctuating in the waves and haunting white waves