我终于明确知道了,在绿荫掩映下风景如画的护城河的那一边,有一张破旧的老式书桌在等待着我。这种知道的感觉简直是难以形容的好得不得了。想想吧,那是一张属于我的书桌,没有人打扰我,也没有人责备我乱堆乱放,看书看累了,我可以小憩一会儿,高兴了,就把录音机的音量放到最大……这,就是我的理想国,我的桃花源,是我梦寐以求的生活。想当初,在北京的街头,我常常发痴一般凝望着林立的塔楼和若隐若现的窗帘,若是黄昏,那万家灯火便 I finally got it, and there was a shabby, old-fashioned desk waiting for me, on the other side of the picturesque moat in the shade of the shade. This feeling of knowing is simply unforgivable. Think about it, it is a piece of my desk, no one bother me, no one reproaches me mess, reading tired, I can rest for a while, happy, put the volume of the recorder to the maximum ... ... This is my ideal country, my paradise, is my dream life. At first, in the streets of Beijing, I often stupidly staring at the towering towers and curtains looming in the evening.