我坐在绿玻璃前,天空静止了,洁白的云像阳光一样安分。遥远地传来蝉鸣和鸟雀的喧响,经过风那么一吹,化得很淡很轻。我感到温热了。我的左手边是一摞高高的书,右手边是一杯梨子加川贝,润肺的。窗沿那块砚台还留着油亮的墨渍,毛笔斜斜地倚着,寂寞的姿态使我的心莫名澄净。现在是阳光明丽的午后,我失去风的行迹,正扶着宽厚的木头桌 Before I sat in the green glass, the sky was still, and the white clouds were as stable as the sun. Came to distant cicadas and the voices of the birds, after the wind so blowing, very light and very light. I feel warm. My left hand side is a pile of tall books, on the right hand is a cup of pears Jia Chuanbei, lungs. The inkstone along the piece of inkstone on the window still holds the bright ink stains, the brush leans obliquely, and the lonely gesture makes my heart inexplicable. Now it is a sunny afternoon, I lost the wind signs, is supporting generous wood table