我那靠窗台的书桌上散落着各种书,把桌子挤得满满当当。有学习的参考资料,有消遣用的《读者》,有永恒经典的世界名著,也有名人作家的散文、札记。似乎很久以前,我的桌子就是这个样子了。夏天,我坐在桌前,品着清茗,翻阅着世界名著,感慨那些像卡西莫多外表丑陋内心善良的人应该有美好的结局;冬天,我坐 My desk on the bay window scattered with books, packed the table full. There are learning reference materials, there are “readers” for entertainment, world classics with eternal classics, and essays and notes of famous writers. It seems a long time ago, my desk is like this. Summer, I sat at the table, enjoy the Ming and Qing dynasties, read the world famous, feeling those kind of ugly insiders like Casimir good people should have a beautiful ending; winter, I sit