Opague Eyes: Faces of Arno 阿諾河風貌

每天上學都一定會經過阿諾河。

比薩的天氣真的可謂春天後母面，一下子豔陽高照，烤得人乾乾的，一下子卻又下起灰濛濛的冷雨，淹漫著雨水的街道如磅礡洪流，讓人寸步難行。

每天經過這條河，心情都是差不多的，永遠處在一個稍微焦慮的平衡。
滔滔河水平順穩定地流著，有時候會看見一個小小人影在上面划船，划的又急又快，好像是在訓練泛舟似的。

河岸兩旁的燈光在傍晚時溫暖的亮起，投射在黑暗的水面上，搖曳波動，像是水底世界的煙火，鄭束直著，向上噴發金黃色的火樹銀花。看起來很遙遠，卻非常美豔動人。

I see Arno everyday, on the way to school.

The weather at Pisa is very capricious, sometimes the sun shines so splendidly that it squeezes out all the humidity inside you, sometimes instead it rains, like grey and wet veils falling all around, it's cold, and the streets start to flood.

Compare to the myriad faces of Arno, my moods are comparatively tepid. Always on a balance of slight anxiousness.
The river flows stably and smoothly forward, sometimes I see a little silhouette of someone, rowing a boat on the river in a hurried and nervous temper, as if he's training for some rowing competition.

At dusk the street lights beside Arno lighted up gracefully, reflecting warmly on the surface of the black river, swaying and undulating, like fireworks under water, standing straightly up, spitting out glorious light debris and fragments upwards. It looks remote but fantastic.