秋夜巴金窗外荷荷地下着雨．天空黑的像一盘墨汁，风从窗缝里吹进来，写字桌上的台灯像闪眼睛一样忽明忽暗地闪了几下。我刚翻到《野草》的最后一页。我抬起头，就好像看见先生站在面前。仍旧是矮小的身材，黑色的长袍，浓浓的眉毛，厚厚的上唇须，深透的眼光和慈祥的微笑．右 Autumn night Ba Jin window outside the Dutch rain. The darkness of the sky was like an ink, and the wind blew through the window slit, and the desk lamp on the desk flashed flickering like a flash of eyes. I just turned to the last page of “weeds.” I looked up as if I saw Mr. standing in front of me. It is still short stature, black robe, thick eyebrows, thick upper lip, deep vision and kind smile. right