是一个无眠难捱的夜晚，于是翻身下床，在黑寂中打开临街的小窗，临窗而立，任凭飕飕的秋风吹起窗棂上叮咚的风铃，吹凉我发热的身子，思绪似乎飘得很远，但脑子却是一片空白。打开台灯，信手拈起桌上的《红楼梦》，许多这样失困的夜晚，孤灯下都是这本厚厚的小说陪我度过。“ Is a sleepless night, then stand up and get out of bed, in the dark silence to open the small window facing the street, standing near the window, despite the stagnant autumn wind blowing window Dingzui the wind chimes, blowing cold I fever body, thinking seems Floating far, but the brain is a blank. Turn on the lamp, his hands twist up the “Dream of Red Mansions” on the table, many of these sleepy nights, under the solitary lights are thick stories to spend with me. "