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1988年秋天我住在英国,主要是在伦敦。那时的天气有点象北京的晚秋,不冷不热,穿一件薄薄的毛衣或呢外衣就够了。这是我两次居留英国所感到的最好季节。空中的薄雾少了,花草树木仍长得郁郁葱葱,给人一种干净、清新之感。但我们北京秋天常有的那种明媚、和煦的阳光,这里却很难见到。有一天,这样的天气出现了,我眯缝着眼睛,透过玻璃朝外望去,太阳正冲破头天晚间残留的薄雾织出朵朵小花。我不禁自言自语地叫了一声:“啊,多好的天气,在伦
In the fall of 1988 I lived in England, mainly in London. The weather was a bit like Beijing’s late autumn, lukewarm, wearing a thin sweater or coat is enough. This is the best season I’ve felt during my two UK stays. Less mist in the sky, flowers and trees still grow lush, giving a clean, fresh feeling. But the bright and warm sunshine we often have in Beijing is hard to see here. One day, this kind of weather appeared, and I narrowed my eyes and looked through the glass. The sun burst through the mist left in the night before to weave blossoming flowers. I can not help but cry to himself: "ah, how good weather, in London