书房的架子高处,放着一只纸箱,上面写着几个大字:好东西。每当我俯案写作,就能看到它,箱子里是些私人收藏,是些在一次次筛选丢弃中幸存下来的东西。小偷往箱子里瞧瞧,保证没他愿意拿的玩意儿,里面任何一件东西也值不了两毛钱。不过,一旦房子失火,我逃命时准带上它。 Study shelf height, stood a cardboard box, which read a few words: good things. Whenever I write, I can read it, and the boxes are private collections, some of which survived the screening and discarding. Look at the thief in the box to ensure that he did not want to take the stuff, which also can not value anything two cents. However, once the house is in fire, I will bring it when I escape.