离奇曲折的后巷,纠结着多少黏湿的朝露,滋养了多少狂热的心。后巷书香我的书房,只是阁楼的一间杂物室。一直以来,都搁着一些不知道什么时候便在这里的老旧家具。每次想着什么时候清理一下,卖掉或者送掉一些,但到头来都是不了了之。时间久了,竟也有些舍不得了,索性就让它们在那儿。书桌临窗,靠墙一排咿呀作响的书架上,分辨不出哪些书是看过的,哪些没有看过。它们有些杂乱 Bizarre twists and turns in the back lane, tangled with how much sticky wet dew, nourishing how much fanatical heart. Backstreet scholar my study, just a loft room. All along, there are some old furniture that do not know when it is here. Whenever I think about cleaning up, selling or giving away some, it’s all gone. Over time, actually some reluctantly, just let them there. Desk near the window, against the wall a row of Baba ringing bookshelf, can not tell which books have been seen, which have not seen. They are a bit messy