书桌并不仅仅只是一张桌子 ,更多的时候 ,它是夜静无人时的一声质问和提醒 :做为一个读书人 ,在这样一个时代 ,你该怎样坚守自我 ,护卫心灵？窗外的夜渐渐变得喧嚣和迷离的时候 ,你房里的灯也无声地亮了 ,照耀着那张蹲坐在岁月深处的暗红的书桌。仿佛一片沉睡的热血 ,一种无言 The desk is more than just a table. More often, it is a question and a reminder when no one is sleeping: how can you be a self-proclaimed person and protect the soul in such an era? When the night outside the window became more and more hustle and bluster, the lights in your room shone silently, shining on the crimson desk squatting in the depths of time. Like a sleeping blood, a silent