上上世纪的一个黎明,在巴黎 乡下一栋亮灯的木屋里,居 斯塔夫·福楼拜在给最亲密的女友写信:“我拼命工作,天天洗澡,不接待来访,不看报纸,按时看日出(像现在这样)。我工作到深夜,窗户敞开,不穿外衣,在寂静的书房里……”一位以“面壁写作”为誓志的世界文豪,一个如此吝 On a dawn in the last century, Gustav Flaubert wrote to the closest girlfriend in a lighted wooden house in the countryside of Paris: “I worked hard, took a bath every day, did not receive any visitors, did not read the newspapers , Watch the sunrise on time (as it is now) .I work until late at night, with windows open, no outerwear, in my silent study ... ”A writer of the world,