或许整理自己的书房是件很棘手的事,昏天黑地地忙了几个小时,终于还剩下最后一叠书了。等我弯下腰去捧起它们的时候,我怔住了,呀,《初中生》!于是小心的把他们放在书柜里,轻轻地取了一本,翻开,好像仍然有一股股油墨香从字里行间飘溢出来,拉开了我记忆的闸门。 Perhaps finishing his own study was a very tricky thing. He was dizzy and busy for hours, and finally the last stack of books was left. When I bent down and took them up, I was stunned, yeah, “Junior High School”! So I carefully placed them in the bookcase, gently took a book and turned it over, as if there was still a stock of ink. Fragrance overflowed from the lines and opened the gate of my memory.