到过几位朋友家的书房，尽管大小各不相同，陈设各异， 但四壁书橱架上，层层叠叠的书籍，或排成整齐的行列，或纵横交错 如阡陌丛林，满屋子到处是书，则大体相同「。
Though of different sizes and with different furishings, they are nevertheless about the same in a boasting a roomful of books.
新时期以来，各种多 卷本全套硬面精装的文集，形形色色的选集，足以令书房生辉。
In recent years, the appearance of various multivolume collected works in de Juxe editions as well as selected works of every description has added to the 2 splendour of a study.
书房永远是令人向往的去处。
A study is always a place of enormous appeal to us.
我从事笔耕数十年，从来没有一间自己的书房，一间独立的、完 整的、名副其实的书房〞。
I've been engaged in writing for several decades, but I've never had a study of my own a study that is independent, intact and true to its name, that is.
我多次迁居，从大城市直至外省人烟稀少 的小山村。
I've moved many times, once even away from a big city a remote small mountain village in another province.
每次搬家时，惟有书籍最累人，也最难舍弃。
Whenever I moved, my books, cumbersome as they were, turned out to be the last thing for tO part with.
我爱书，说 不上藏书丰富，日积月累倒也可观，几经迁移，不但没有损失，反而 日益增多，因为居处的局限，每每有书满为患之感。
My collection of books is far from being a big private library, but it keeps growing from day to day.
现在我的卧室就 是书房，群书延伸到小卫生间的大书架上，无法腾出一室作书房。
Now the shelves of books in my study-cum-bedroom extend as far as the tiny toilet.
然而，在我的文学生涯中，一度也有一间自己的书房。
However, in the course of my 2 career as a writer, I did once own a study, Or, to be exact, a storeroom turned study.
我的一家住在三楼一大间， 按今日标准，至少可分成三间，真是大而无当。
I and family 2 lived in a room on the third floor, which was really big but impractical because, according to today's standard, it could have been divided into least three rooms.
这贮藏室于是成了我一生中惟一的书房，也许称之为小作坊更为 贴切。
The storeroom was the only study I've ever had in my life.
狭长逼仄的一小间，北窗下靠墙置一旧书桌，进门处兀立两只 叠起来的玻璃书柜，都是原先住户废弃的家具。
Two piled-up glass bookcases rose erect near the entrance.
除了窗下书桌前可容 纳我的一把(日藤椅，就没有多余的空间了。
There was no room for anything else besides my old cane chair placed before the desk under the window.
我利用一切节假日、下班后的 全部业余时间，独处斗室，创作的思维和想象空间都很广阔。
All festivals and holidays as well as all after-hours sparetime would find me confined in solitude to the tiny room to experience the delight of giving free rein to my literary thought and imagination.
五十年代的上海寒冬腊月，气候比现在冷得多。
In the fifties, Shanghai was much colder in winter than now.
我拉上窗帘，以炭盆烤火取暖，让身边的小水 壶在炭火上嘶嘶作响，伴随我逐渐投人创作境界G。
The window panes would ice up and one's breath would freeze in the cold I would, with the window curtains drawn together, warm myself by a charcoal brazier over which a small kettle was sizzling away, and gradually move into the best state of readiness for creative writing.
室内四壁都伸手 可及，我在墙钉上挂着几条绳索，以便挂上大小纸片。
On the four walls.
Which I could easily reach by holding out my hand, I had several strings with scraps of paper hung On them stretched between nails.
短短几年，我在这作坊里，写了不少长短文章，其中有些 小文，至今还受到读者的青睐，这是我想不到的。
In this workshop, I turned out ina few years a large number of articles, both and short, and, to my great surprise, some of the short essays 1 then wrote are today still to the liking of the reading public.
有几次偕孩子们路过其地，孩子们如今都 到了中年，每次我,总要指点方位，告诉他们，那几乎不复可辨的三层 楼上，过去是我们一家住过的地方。
Wheneyer passed by the former residence with my children, who have now reached middle never failed to show them the location of our old home and tell them that the third floor of the building which had changed beyond recognition had once been our home.
昨日偶经该处，发现旧屋原址上 屹立着耸天高楼，旧居了无痕迹。
Yesterday, when passing by the same place, found that the old building was nowhere to be found and that a high-rise had been erected on its site.
我在夜色中频频回首仰望，怅然重 温我的那个书房旧梦。
In the deepening dusk, I repeatedly turned round to look up at the towering structure and wistfully relived the old I days I had spent in the small study.