午后的阳光滟潋地洒在我的书桌上,拉上窗帘,依然一屋子亮堂堂的。温暖之中有着一种恬静的杨柳春意,恹恹的睡意仿佛袭来,却不想午睡。关上书房的门,可以让我将音箱的声音调高一些。忽然想起昨日豆瓣里行人举办的活动,便把巴伦勃依姆演奏的门德尔松《无词歌》拿出来放着。多久没有听了它了? Afternoon sunshine shrill spilled on my desk, pull the curtains, still a bright room. There is a warm spring willow spring meaning, sleepy as if sleep, but do not want to nap. Close the study door, I can make the sound of the speaker higher. Suddenly remembered the activities held yesterday by peasants Douban, then put Mendelssohn played by Bernardsson “no song” out. How long have not heard it?