我最喜欢坐在家里的书厢里,做着属于自己的梦。阳光透过窗户照在我手中的书上,透明的纸张在阳光的渲染下有些发黄,优美的文字被透射得更加文艺。它们似乎也不想被束缚在这厚厚的书籍中,而是想冲破这纸张,在空中自由地飞翔,完成自己曾幻想过却不曾努力过的梦。我蜷缩在沙发上,任由阳光尽情在我周围嬉闹。纤长的手指小心地翻过一页,生怕弄皱了这唯 My favorite sitting in the box at home, doing their own dreams. Sunshine shines through my window in the book in my hand. The transparent paper is yellowish under the sun’s rays and the beautiful text is transmitted more literary. Rather than being bound to this thick book, they seem to want to break through the paper, fly freely in the air and fulfill the dreams they have imagined but have not tried. I curled up on the couch, let the sunshine enjoy myself around me. Slim fingers crossed carefully, afraid of crumpling this only