读书人背着手思考着什么,神采奕奕地在书桌前来回踱着,仿佛有所得又无所得。从开着的木窗外吹进的清风翻着薄薄的书页,特有的墨香仿佛被风吹开,连蝴蝶也被这香气引来了。这一直是我梦里关于读书的一个场景,而今这样的场景在现实中已难以寻觅,似乎读书——读印刷书籍于许多人而 The reader is thinking about something with his hands on his back, and he happily glances back and forth at the desk, as if there were income and no gain. The breeze blowing through the open wooden windows turned over the thin pages, and the unique ink smells like it was blown away by the wind. Even the butterflies were attracted by the aroma. This has always been a scene in my dreams about reading. Nowadays, this kind of scene is hard to find in reality. It seems to read - read printed books for many people.