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。为什么?而且每一块的划痕都各不相同。后来,我发现炉子烟囱也是如此。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,你就会想象光线仿佛是从钨丝和缎子做的灯罩里发散出来的。你知道,人们脸上散发出来的光芒也与此相仿。 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. Why? And every one of the scratches are different. Later, I found that the furnace chimney as well. They seem to always be in accordance with the conversion of their own portfolio, as if to say, I have been tired of. I want to be a stove, no longer a chimney. The room light looks very strange. If you can not see the light bulb, you can imagine the light coming out of the shade made of tungsten and satin. You know, the light that comes out of people’s faces is similar.