我常常在黄昏时分,坐在书房里,享受夕阳穿窗而入带来的那一种异样的神奇。此刻,书房已经暗下来。到处堆放的是书籍,文稿以及艺术品重重叠叠地浸没在阴影里。暮时的阳光,已经失去了白日里的咄·咄逼人。它变得很温和,很红,好像一种橘色的灯光,不管什么东西给它一照, I often sit in the study room at dusk and enjoy the strange magic that the sun sets through the windows. At this moment, the study has been dark. Piled up everywhere are books, manuscripts, and artwork that are immersed in shadows. The sunshine of the day has lost the daytime arrogance. It becomes very gentle, red, like an orange light, whatever it is given to it,