对姚璐来说,糟糕就糟糕在那一瞬间。那天是入冬以来少见的好天气,阳光斜照进八块一模一样的正方形玻璃,窗前成为屋内能够感到温暖的地方。对一直埋怨的馆里不好好给暖气又不准点炉子,也似乎有了缓解的力量。姚璐不再戴比手大不少的白线工作手套了。她写得很快,到了午休,也没放下钢笔。她知道还有多少,有多少,也不多,永远是一笔就完的事。她喜欢在整段的地方停下,让自己获得明确的成就感。她终于写完了《红山玉器》器形一章的第三题。 To Yao Lu, it was bad at that moment. That day was a rare good weather since winter, with the sun shining into eight identical square glasses, and the window was the place where the house could feel warm. Not complacent to the museum is not good enough to give the heating stove and can not seem to have the power to ease. Yao Lu no longer wear a lot of white gloves work gloves. She wrote very fast, lunch break, did not put down the pen. She knows how many, how many, not many, is always done by one thing. She likes to stop in the entire section, let yourself get a clear sense of accomplishment. Finally, she finished writing the third issue of “Hongshan Jade” shape chapter.