子君不在我这破屋里时,我什么也看不见。在百无聊赖中,随手抓过一本书来,科学也好,文学也好,横竖什么都一样:看下去,看下去,忽而自己觉得,已经翻了十多页了,但是毫不记得书上所说的事。只是耳朵却分外地灵,仿佛听到大门外 When Zi Jun is not in my broken room, I can’t see anything. In the boredom, a book was handed over, science was good, literature was good, and everything was the same: watch it, watch it, and suddenly he felt that he had turned over a dozen pages, but he couldn’t remember the book. Things to say. Only the ears but different spirits, as if heard outside the gate