何时起,我的世界尽是书了。起初,我还像一只勤奋的老鼠,就着夜深人静的时光,一本一本不断地啃。后来,发现自己做不了老鼠,只能是蛀虫,在那么多的纸页间,东一口西一口,有的只留下了几个泛黄的脚印子,就又换了地儿。尽管食之草草,可外面的书依然不断运回家,不断地塞进书橱,然后小书橱换大书橱。不仅书橱,几乎所有的家具上都蹲守着或高或矮的书。花凳上放吊兰,吊 When will my world be a book? At first, I was still like a diligent rat, gazing at each other in the dead of night. Later, I found myself unable to do anything with the mouse, only to be a moth. Between so many pages, there was a gap between the east and the west, and some left only a few yellowing footprints. Despite the harshness of the grass, the book outside can still be transported home and kept in the bookcase. Then the small bookcase is enlarged. Not only bookcases, almost all of the furniture are on the dumb high or low book. Stool placed on the blue, hanging