深夜,电脑旁,一杯茶,台灯昏黄,人影斑驳。思维在断断续续,荧幕的光标在走走停停。我知道我有些心不在焉了,应该起身看看这静谧的夜。拉开窗帘,灯火通明,遥远的建筑里,似乎总有一些永远不知道疲惫的身影。沉沉闭上双目,想起了卞之琳的《断章》——你站在桥上看风景,看风景的人在楼上看你。明月装饰了你的窗子, Late at night, next to the computer, a cup of tea, dim light desk, silhouette mottled. Thinking on and off, the screen cursor stop and go. I know I am absent-minded, should get up and take a look at this quiet night. Open the curtains, brightly lit, distant buildings, there seems to always have some do not know the tired figure. Shen closed his eyes, remembered Bian Zhilin's “broken” - you stand on the bridge to see the scenery, people watching the scenery upstairs to see you. The moon decorates your window,