橘子(中译)—芥川龙之介(国外英文资料).docVIP

橘子(中译)—芥川龙之介(国外英文资料) Tangerine -- the name of the tangerine One winter evening, the sky cloudy, Im on a column by yokosuka bound for Tokyo upward passenger cars, in a corner of the upholstered seat section, just waiting for the departure of the bell. Abnormal is in the light already on the carriage, was only a passenger, I looked out of the window, the dim on the platform, today is very special, but even the figure was fujian, only a caged dog from time to time the squeal of the bark. Somehow, the scene was similar to my mood at the time. Unable to describe fatigue and drowsiness, I cast a gray shadow in my mind like a snowy sky. I put my hands in my pockets, and I sat motionless, unable to lift a little spirit, and didnt even want to turn over the newspaper in my pocket. After a while, the bell rang. I felt a little more comfortable at the same time, leaning my head against the back window, and waiting idly for the station to move. The station did not move, but there was a sharp cry from the cutting. Then, in the conductor several loud shout abuse, I took the upholstered seat of the car door open, a little girl hurried to jump on the 13 or 14. As soon as the train shook, the train began to move slowly. Their eyes slowly slipped past, vertical column on the platform, a largely forgotten where water tankers, and positive thanks compartment of a passenger transport, all of which, in the Windows thrown into come in soot disappeared after the car helplessly. At last I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I lit a cigarette, I lifted my sleepy eyelids for the first time, and glanced at the face of the little girl sitting in my seat in front of me. Look, this is a real country girl, the dry hair of the hair is ginkgo leaf, the two cheeks that are full of transverse cracks are very unpleasant. And drooping oily yellow wool scarfs knee, there is a big package, those holding the parcel, full of frostbite hand, carefully holding a red ordinary seat ticket. I dont like the girl