又是秋天,长安街上草木依然。我相信,北京饭店8008房间的空中,至今都保留着韩素音讲话时的手势。我永远记得她那双赋予表情的手,那敏锐而纤瘦、多次叩响中南海大门的手指。那是1994年,我第二次去采访韩素音,约定时间9月18日晚,北京饭店。那天晚上,她穿着中式缎子睡衣,随和的衣纹与房间里的宁静相得益彰。在那个柔和的灯光里,我很难想象就是眼前这个并不强壮的女人,韩素音,是一 It is autumn, Chang’an Avenue vegetation still. I believe, Beijing Hotel 8008 room in the air, have retained Han Suyin speech gestures. I will always remember her expression of the pair of hands, that keen and slender, repeatedly knocking the fingers of Zhongnanhai door. That was 1994, the second time I interviewed Han Suyin, agreed to the evening of September 18, Beijing Hotel. That night, she was wearing Chinese satin pajamas, easy-going clothes and the rest of the room complement each other. In that soft light, I can hardly imagine that this is not a strong woman in front of Han Suyin, is a