一栋宅子,立在阳光里,斑驳的文字弥漫着沉香碎屑的气息。我喜欢在有阳光的天气里借书,把那些书从阴郁潮湿的老图书馆里带出来,晒晒太阳,也晒晒我远离尘嚣的属于校园的单调心情。那些或薄或厚、或新或旧的书在流动着的阳光和微风中,翻起了林林总总关于这个校园的旧迹。我常常会在不经意间想起,曾经都有谁,将它们悄悄拿起,又轻轻放下。 A house, standing in the sun, mottled text filled with the smell of incense and detritus. I like to borrow books in sunny weather, bring them out of the dark and damp old library, and enjoy the sun. I also enjoy the monotony of the campus that I live away from. Those thin or thick, or new or old books, in the flowing sunlight and breeze, turned up the old forests on the campus. I often think of inadvertently, whoever I was, pick them up quietly, and gently let go.