旧,是温暖、恬淡,是关乎回忆,也是梦的继续。旧天堂散发着这种气息。女子经历岁月之后的优雅,衣衫经历流水之后的和煦,书卷经历世事之后的默契。在漫山的书里,旧天堂促狭拥挤。也因为此,音箱里传出的乐声总是如此真实迫近。喜欢去旧天堂,也不是要去做什么。像是从餐桌挪到书房一样自然,吃过晚饭会换一件轻软的衣衫,溜过去找个舒服的位子。靠着一墙满架的书册,拈出几本,随便看看。昨晚,看刘若英下楼谈恋爱,也看王维人闲桂花落。借着窗外狂风乱摇的芭蕉, Old, warm, tranquil, is about memories, but also the dream to continue. Old paradise exudes this atmosphere. The elegance of a woman after years of experience, clothes after the warm water, books after the tacit understanding of the world. In the Manshan book, the old paradise narrow crowded. Because of this, the sound of the sound came out of the box is always so close. Like to go to the old paradise, nor is it going to do. Like a natural move from the table to study, eat dinner for a light soft clothes, slipped past to find a comfortable seat. Relying on a wall full of books, pick out a few, casually look. Last night, see Rene Liu down into love, but also see Wang Wei people idle sweet-scented osmanthus. Basho by the stormy wind outside the window,