夜深人静,伴有杯中飘来的阵阵茶香,我轻轻地将《文史知识》展开在书桌上,认认真真地,细细地读。时而抽出笔在书上写着,画着,时而又放下笔,抬起头,凝视着窗外的月色,冥思苦想,去领悟书中的奥妙。当发现我的看法与书中所说完全吻合时,当发现自己想说却又未能充分表达出来的意思被作者明明白白地点出、疏导出来时,自己会产生一种 Late in the night, accompanied by bursts of tea floating in the cup, I gently “knowledge of history and culture” on the desk, read conscientiously and carefully. From time to time out of the pen written in the book, painted, and sometimes put down the pen, looked up, staring out the window of the moon, meditation, to comprehend the book’s mystery. When I find my opinion exactly aligns with what I have said in my book, I find myself producing a kind of meaning when I find out what I want to say but I can not fully express it.