这样一本书,适合在闪烁着蔚蓝星空的夜晚,点一盏昏黄的台灯,在温暖的光晕中,一个人细细品味。朦胧中,仿佛看到孤独的哲人独居于一处小木屋中。小木屋在那片森林深处,位于瓦尔登湖之畔,湖水澄净透明,山林茂密翠绿,动物栖息玩闹。哲人像一棵树一样生活着——他有伞样的形状,枝条不断迸发、蓬勃向上,根须扎进土壤深处,绿叶承受阳光雨露。这位伟大的哲人,便是亨利·大 Such a book, suitable for twinkling blue sky night, a dim yellow desk lamp, in a warm halo, a person savor. Obscure, as if to see a lonely philosopher living alone in a log cabin. In the depths of the forest, the chalet lies on the banks of Walden. The lake is clear and transparent with lush green forests where animals roam. The philosopher lived like a tree - he had an umbrella-like shape, branches burst forth, thrived, roots plunged into the depths of the soil, and the green leaves were exposed to the sun and rain. This great philosopher is Henry Big