秋天的黄昏,一人独坐在沙发上抽烟,看烟头白灰之下露出红光,微微透露出暖气,心头的情绪便跟着那蓝烟缭绕而上,一样的轻松,一样的自由。
At an autumn dusk, I alone sat on a sofa smoking, looking at the cigarette’s red glows revealed underneath the grey ashes and its radiation of slight warmth, which made my mind writhe up as leisurely and freely as the blue smoke.