常在深夜突然醒来,梦断酣处,别梦依依,转辗难眠,再也不能成寐,便披衣下床,冲杯茉莉茶,怀着一份淡泊恬静的心情,捧书夜读,我不知这个习惯从何时养起。好书使人醉,好书能使人陶醉其中,忘乎所以,抛开周围的一切,特别是在夜阑人静时读书。你想想,在月似柠檬的夜晚,推开窗户,让如水的月光像白绸一样挂在窗棂上,扭开台灯,把自己的影子紧紧贴在墙壁上,在这如诗如画的深夜,四周寂寥无声,心情舒畅,随书中符号神游,浮想联翻,奇景叠出,其中乐趣,何处去寻觅?或在雨打芭蕉的夜晚, Suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, dream break, do not dream to sleep, turn to sleep, never sleep again, they get dressed out of bed, cup of jasmine tea, with a quiet mood, holding the book night reading I do not know when this habit was raised. Good books make people drunk. Good books can make people feel intoxicated, forget about everything and throw away everything around them, especially when they are at night. When you think about it, on a moonlit night, you open the window and let the moonlight like water hang on the window curtain like white silk, twist the lamp, and put your shadow tightly on the wall, in this picturesque place. Late at night, surrounded by loneliness, in a comfortable mood, with the sign of the book, with the symbols of the gods, fantasies, the wonders of the superimposed, where fun, where to look for? Or in the banana rain in the evening,