2000年11月4日近午，正伏案读书，冬天的阳光闯入室内，洒满了写字台，白纸反光，晃人眼目。我太爱光亮，从不用窗帘，只好搬来一盆秧高叶密的花儿放在窗台上，向书上投影。心想，这不是用花影当窗帘么？有意境。于是成诗一首：“读书不觉日南天，兴味浓时掩卷难，纸上阳光忒晃 November 4, 2000 in the afternoon, is ambush reading, the winter sun broke into the room, filled with a desk, white reflective, shining people’s eyes. I love light, never use curtains, had to move to a high leafy flowers planted on the windowsill, projection to the book. I thought, this is not a shade when the curtain it? Have mood. So into a poem: "Reading Dayton Ninh-Tung, concentrated thick taste hard time, the paper sunshine Intuit