某些夜晚,我从床上起来,不明白为什么地板革总是那副模样。每一块都有很多划痕,而且每一块的划痕都各不相同。后来,我发现烟囱也是如此。它们似乎总是在按照自己的意志转换组合,仿佛是说:“我已经厌烦了。我想做个炉子,不再做烟囱了。”室灯看起来也很诡异。如果看不见灯泡,你就会想光线仿佛是从钨丝和缎子做的灯罩 Some nights, I get up from bed, do not understand why the floor leather is always the look. Each piece has a lot of scratches, and each piece of scratches are different. Later, I found the same as the chimney. They always seem to be switching combinations as they please, as if to say: “I'm tired of it, I want to be a stove, no longer a chimney.” The room lights looked strange too. If you can not see the light bulb, you will think of the light as if it were a shade made of tungsten and satin