在我书房的窗外,有一片浓浓的树荫。有时读到会心之处,偶尔抬头,便会看到阳光透过绿色的繁叶,投射在窗棂上,斑驳陆离,摇曳多姿。而远处高大的白杨与平展的绿茵草地,也愈加鲜亮开阔。突然觉得,手中这本薄薄的《文史知识》就好似窗外那一派明净开 Outside the window of my study, there is a thick shade. Sometimes read the meeting place, and occasionally looked up, you will see the sun through the green leaves, projected on the windowsill, variegated, swaying. The tall poplar in the distance and the expanse of green lawn, but also more bright and open. Suddenly felt that the hands of this thin “literary and historical knowledge” is just like the school that the window open