What is the original text of Lao She's One Day?

The original text of Lao She's One Day is as follows:

At that time, (for ten years! ) My English is very good. I can't speak like English or German, and I can only hear it if I listen carefully-it turns out to be "Huaying Mandarin". That is to say, I put several English words in Chinese characters artistically and evenly, such as chicken and rabbit in the same cage. English people talk to me in a daze, and I can blink; They know what they say, and I know what I say, so it's ok.

Give it a chance to get off the boat. What's wrong? ! Anyway, the ship is going to transport me to London, and I have a bottom!

Sure enough, I came to London one after another. The ship stopped and everyone moved their luggage down. I saw it. I have to go down, too. What pier? Don't look at it; Don't consult, lest people blink again. Check your passport. I am the last one-the British are not as polite as we are, and foreigners have to wait. After waiting for more than an hour, it was my turn. Two small officials tried me a lot, and I told them everything I knew, and they probably didn't understand.

They put a stamp on their passports, and I "read" it: "Only for one month". (Later, the school petitioned the Ministry of Internal Affairs to cancel this and not mention it. Whether it's just a "hum", get off the boat quickly, and everyone else is gone. I even have to check my luggage. This time it's simple: "Smoke?" Say "no"; "Silk?" Another "no" draw a symbol on the suitcase and it's over. My English is deeply rooted, my heart says. Watching others buy tickets, I also bought one; Everyone goes, so do I; They know where to go anyway. If they get lost, can I not accompany them? Got on the train. The train is very clean and comfortable. The farther away, the greener it is, and the height is green. The sun comes out and goes in, and the depth of the green space changes from time to time. The green slope in the distance holds black clouds, and the green is particularly deep. There are no crops, short grass everywhere, and sometimes one or two cows can be seen grazing with their tails wagging. This is not an agricultural country.

Walking, there is less green. I see houses on the street and big red cars walking on the street. Further on, all the houses are hung with smoke and dust, as if they had been smoked. London, I remembered the geography textbook I read when I was a child.

The car is parked in CannonStreet. Everyone came down, and many men and women who received guests on the platform had different kissing sounds and postures. I also slowed down; Where are you going? Ah, reinforcements are coming, and Professor Evans is waving to me. His Chinese is more than 90 points higher than my English. He and I each took a piece of luggage and went to the tunnel station. I'm not afraid to go to hell with him. Take the subway to Liverpool Street. This is a big station. Put the luggage in the transit station and they will take it home. Then we drank beer and ate snacks. At the station, in the tunnel, in the transfer station and in the coffee shop, I was impressed that the outside was dark and unremarkable, but the inside was very clean and orderly. Later, I slowly saw that the British did the same. My face looks like I'm going to cry, but my heart is humorous and good at talking. They are slow, but accurate. Professor Yi didn't come a minute early; The bus pulled in, and so did he. He wants to take me to school, just outside the station. I thought about it and didn't go again because it was a church. He told me that he found me a room with Xu Dishan. I'm happier. What can I do except tell jokes when I see Xu Dishan?

Professor Yi lives in barnett, so he found me a room there, too. Although it is within "Greater London", it does belong to Hertfordshire, eleven miles from London, and it takes more than half a minute to walk by express train. We got on the bus at the original station, arrived at our destination and saw a large area of green grass. Out of the car, mr. yi smiled. Said I brought sunshine. Sure enough, there are still drops of water hanging on the tree, which probably just rained.

It was early September, the ground was wet and gloomy, and the trees and grass were bright green. It takes ten minutes to walk from the station to the residence. There are almost no pedestrians in the street, and cars and trams are empty. Sunday. The streets are wide, but the shops are not big. They're all small and clean, and it's not as black as London. Shoppers are closed, there is a large meadow on the right side of the road, and there is a forest in the distance, which makes people feel very quiet.

What impressed me most was walking into the hutong: Canavan Street. This is an alley. The road is paved with asphalt and gravel, and there is still some running water on the roadside, because it has just rained. There are small houses on both sides, mostly two floors, and Waldo is red. There are small trees in the aisle, mostly like holly, bearing red beans. There are all kinds of flowers and plants in the open space more than two feet outside the house. I saw the evening rose in England. Curtains are hung on the windows, and some green vines are hung on the windowsill. There are few people on the road, so it's only ten o'clock. Professor Yi's big leather shoes filled the alley, and there was no other sound. Those houses are not very decent, but they are quiet, clean, with flowers, red and green colors, and the air and sunshine after the rain give people a special taste. This is a city and a village. It used to be the residence of the middle class working in London. The house shows the spirit of ordinary citizens, but it has a fragrant smell and a little comfortable and peaceful scene.

My apartment is also a two-story house with some flowers planted outside. It's nothing good, but it's natural. There are one or two dusty dried tofu hanging on the windowsill. The landlord is two old girls, and my sister is bald, fat and stupid, unable to speak. My sister used to be a teacher. She spoke quickly but clearly. She is also in her forties. My sister respects Professor Yi very much and thanks him for introducing two friends from China. Xu Dishan writes novels in the house, using the books of the oil and salt shop. The pen is a pen, and the nib has been inserted in the ledger, which seems to indicate that the paper is very strong.

The house is small: downstairs is the living room, dining room and kitchen. There are three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. Going out from the kitchen, there is a small yard with several roses in it. Don't blame wars of the roses in British history. Roses are everywhere and there are many kinds. The courtyard wall is just a short wooden tree, and there are many flowers and plants in the adjacent house. There are also several pear trees in the left-hand yard, with many fruits hanging. I say "left and right" because since I arrived in Shanghai, I have changed my direction. Where may the sun come out every day?

This small house is clean and tidy everywhere. According to Dishan, my sister cleaned it herself. My sister is very stupid. She will "play dumb" at work. He told me that their father owned a bakery. When he died, he gave the business to his son and two small rooms to two women. The two sisters sold one and saved the money for profit; You can make a living by living in one room and renting two single rooms. My brother ignores them, and they don't ask my brother. My sister is very tired. She is in charge of everything. She refused to let the guests hand in their collars and socks to the laundry room; She washed and ironed it herself To a considerable extent, she has not been fully commercialized.

After Teacher Yi left, my sister put on a big and bright hat and went to church. My sister has to cook, so she can't go to church until evening. They are very pious; At the same time, the church is their only communication place. My sister didn't understand what the priest said, and Dishan told me. There are voices on the road, mostly old, weak, women and children, who are all going to worship. Occasionally follow a man, dressed solemnly, walking loudly, and smacking of an English gentleman. There is the sound of playing the piano next door.

My sister didn't come back until the meal was ready, giggling. Di Shan deliberately asked her what the sermon was about. She said that what the priest said was profound and philosophical. Rice is a big piece of beef. From this day on, I felt dizzy at the sight of beef. The advantage of ordinary English food is cleanliness; Tea is really hot. How does it taste? I dare not criticize. I am sad.

After dinner, there was no sound again. Looking at the sunshine outside, I wish I could make cicadas, but I didn't. There is no sound. Even Dishan stopped talking. Silence reminded me of home and started to write letters. Dishan took out his account book and wrote his novel.

A quiet little Sunday outside London.