这是一个辗转难眠的夜晚。我躺在床上,茫然地望着房间里不知不觉间增多起来的书籍和美术作品。房间被书架隔成了两部分,书架的一侧挂着一幅画轴,上面画的是柳树下忸怩作态的美女。在我的书房兼卧室的房间里,它是唯一的中国美术作品。除此以外,有小时候我向在商社担任要职的父亲那儿要来的又旧又大的 This is a sleepless night. I lay in my bed, looking blankly at the books and art works that my room grew unwittingly. The room was divided into two parts by shelves, one side of the shelf hung with a painting axis, above the willow painted under the beauty of acting. It is the only Chinese art work in my study and bedroom. In addition, when I was a kid, I came to the old man who was in charge of the trading company,