我的房间里塞满了书,有的站在书架内,有的躺在桌子上,有的睡在柜子里,一屋的书香。夜幕降临,房间里的书瞬间复活了。看,他们的眼睛瞪得多大;听,他们的嗓门儿提得多高!字典公公拄着拐杖,慢吞吞地走了出来;顽皮的《狼王梦》急得又蹦又跳,嗖的一声飞了出来。咦,他们在干什么呢?原来是要开个辩论会,重新鉴定一下主人是否爱阅读。 My room was full of books, some stood in the shelves, some lying on the table, and some sleeping in cupboards, a house of incense. As night fell, the book in the room was instantly revived. Look, how wide their eyes stare; Listen, how high their son’s voice! Dictionary father on crutches, walked out slowly; naughty “Garnett dream” jumping anxiously, whizzing I flew out.咦 What are they doing? It turns out to have a debate to reassess whether the master likes reading.