1已然接近深夜,时针指向十点二十,闵大荒还是沉默,无光的夜,毫无激情的魂灵,安安静静。我没有在寝室,完成着睡觉前的仪式,也没有在回寝室的路上;我在图书馆主楼的十三层半楼上——这片方圆八百亩的土地制高点,俯瞰着芸芸众生的离开和大千世界刹那的躁动,享受着世界之王的称颂。犹如后古典主义画派的写实作品,仅仅用光点就勾勒出黑暗中工业文 1 already close to the middle of the night, the hour hand points at ten twenty, Min Wilder still silent, no light of the night, no passion for the soul, quiet. I was not in the bedroom, completed the pre-sleep ritual, nor on the way back to the bedroom; I am in the library’s main building, 13 and a half floor upstairs - this radius of 800 acres of land high ground, overlooking the mortal beings and The restless moment in the world, enjoying the praise of the king of the world. Just as the realistic works of the post-Classicist school, it only sketches out the industrial articles in the dark