北京的冬天一向无聊,今年好像尤甚,至今无雪,又要把冬天那仅有的一点美好盼望也剥夺了似的。入冬以来被大病小病合起来纠缠,断断续续地在病榻上缠绵了竟有月余。生病不愿意出门,家里的一切更要看厌。生病的时候想,北京不光是屋里,就算是外面也没有多大意思吧,像朱自清先生形容的“终日看见一样的脸板板的天,灰蓬蓬的地;大柳高槐,也只是大柳高槐而已。”于是乎我也像他一样“木木然,心上什么也没有”地煎熬了很多天。有时精神好点的时 Beijing’s winter has always been boring. This year it seems that there is no snow so far. It is also necessary to deprive the only beautiful hope in the winter. Since the winter has been a serious illness combined together entangled, intermittently lingering on the sick bed more than a month. Reluctant to go out, all the more to see the home tired. When I was sick, Beijing was not just a house. Even outside I did not mean much. As Zhu Ziqing described it, “the day I saw the same face plate, gray and gray; Tall acacia only. ”So I almost like him “ wood, heart nothing ”to suffer a lot of days. Sometimes when the spirit is better