仍然记得这年七月的一个无比闷热的早晨,我和历史系的老杨在师大西门口不远处的一棵榕树下百无聊赖地吸烟,在烟雾缭绕中看人来人往,很多可爱的学生妹背着书包向学校的各个教学楼走去,清风拂起她们超短的裙摆,上课的铃声响起在紫红色的霞光中。目睹此情此景,我们两人的眼里布满了羡慕和同情。羡慕的是她们的年轻和双眸清澈、宛若一汪春水 I still remember an incomparably sultry morning in July of this year. I and the Lao Yang of the Department of History were smoking bored under a banyan tree not far from the entrance to the Sai Sai entrance, watching people come and go in smoke-filled places. Many lovely Student girl carrying school bags walked to the school’s various teaching buildings, breeze blew their short skirts, class ring sounded in the purple glow. To witness this scene, the eyes of both of us are full of envy and sympathy. Envy is their young and their eyes clear, like a king of spring water