“我常常独自在漫漫的长夜里,仰望着无边的空际和闪闪的星光,想着我们在一起的幸福时刻……”十几平米的书房,书籍、杂志、报纸,还有那些七七八八的材料、书信,成堆成捆,把个狭小的空间挤得密不透风、无处落脚,得好好地清理整顿一下,把那些囤积已久过时的东西“请”出书房。在翻阅一本旧书时,一封泛黄的书信从夹页中滑落在地,捡起来一看,悠然间 “I often alone in the long night, looking at boundless space and sparkling stars, thinking of the happy moment we are together ... ” More than a dozen square meters of study, books, magazines, newspapers, and those seven seven Eighty-eight materials, letters, piles into bundles, the narrow space squeezed airtight, nowhere to be done, to properly clean up and rectify, those things that have long been obsolete hoarding “Please ” out of the study. When reading an old book, a yellow letter from the folder fell to the ground, picked up and looked, leisurely