寂寞是一种清福。我在小小的书斋里,焚起一炉香,袅袅的一缕烟线笔直地上升,一直戳到顶棚,好像屋里的空气是绝对的静止,我的呼吸都没有搅动出一点波澜似的。我独自暗暗地望着那条烟线发怔。屋外庭院中的紫丁香还带着不少嫣红焦黄的叶子,枯叶乱枝的声响可以很①地听到,先是一小声清脆的折断声,然后是撞击着枝干的磕碰声,最后是落到空阶上的拍打声。这时节,我感到了寂寞。在这寂寞中我意识到了我自己的存在——片刻的孤 Loneliness is a blessing. When I was in a little book, I burned incense, and the curling thread of smoke rose straight up to the ceiling as if the air in the room was absolutely still, and my breath did not agitate a little like waves . I alone secretly looking at that piece of smoke startled. Lilac outside the courtyard with a lot of bright red yellow leaves, the leaves of the chaos can be heard very loudly, first a crisp sound of broken off, and then hit the branches of the buzz, and finally fall To the level of the slap sound. At this time, I feel lonely. In this lonely I realized my own existence - a moment of solitude