Walk into father's study, you can smell the book of an of primitive simplicity is sweet, a gentle man volt is busy on desk ceaseless -- , he, it is my father.
走进爸爸的书房，你会闻到一阵古朴的书香，一个斯斯文文的男士正伏在书桌上忙个不停———他，是我的爸爸。
Father's study, decorate very austere. The one side that relies on a wall is the big bookshelf with sweet tongue of a patina, open of greatly square square ground is worn, the various book conveniently that puts above writes a composition can take. The study does not calculate capacious, but the desk among reachs greatly however strange, there is a computer above. This, accompany father to gallop namely of battlefield " weapon " .
爸爸的书房，布置很简朴。靠墙的一面是一个古色舌香的大书架，大大方方地敞着，上面摆放的各式书籍随手可拿。书房不算宽敞，但是中间的书桌却大得出奇，上面有一台电脑。这，就是陪伴爸爸飞驰战场的“武器”。
Father often is in day and night study " struggle " move. I now and then in in the still of night when get up in the night to urinate, through pervious to light study, discover father still is working unexpectedly. Soft soft ground bespreads tangerine lamplight whole room, the moon outside house flows silently commonly like water drip, the broken reflection that incomplete of branches and leaves spends sways outside the window, but all these father is not paid attention to, also won't pay attention to me of course. He is sedulous in that way indefatigable, finger is tapping keyboard over and over, the joyous song that beating the night that belongs to him himself...
爸爸常常白天黑夜地在书房“奋斗”着。我偶尔在夜深人静的时候起夜，经过透光的书房，发现爸爸竟还在工作着。橘红色的灯光柔柔地铺满整个房间，屋外月光如水一般静静地流淌，枝叶残花的碎影在窗外摇曳，可这一切爸爸都不理会，当然也不会理会我。他是那样聚精会神又不知疲倦，手指一遍又一遍地敲打着键盘，敲打着属于他自己的夜的欢歌……
The book reading in the study with father is the happiest days. I two each hold a book in both hands, I am in of big desk here, the position that father secures in him. Father reads a book still is that preoccupied father. His back is erect, the eye does not leave a book, be in it seems that fine fine the meaning that savours each word. I always look a little while to take aim secretly the appearance that father reads a book, at this moment, father can say: "Heart reading a book wants static, fasten absent-minded. " I also received idea to be on the book. Gradually, I also am like calm kind, run in the world that creates in the character Sa Huan. The lord bell for company on the edge me two, "Tick " make sound, the footstep of time is in study move sluggishly.
与爸爸在书房看书是最快乐的时光。我俩各捧一本书，我在大书桌的这边，爸爸在他固定的位置。爸爸看书依然是那个全神贯注的爸爸。他腰板挺直，眼不离书，似乎在细细品味每一个字的含义。我总是看一会儿就偷瞄爸爸看书的样子，这时，爸爸就会说：“看书心要静，别心不在焉。”我也就收了心思在书上。渐渐地，我也如入定般，在文字创造的世界里奔跑撒欢。边上的老爷钟陪着我俩，“嘀嗒”作响，时间的脚步在书房凝滞。
Father also can practice calligraphy in the study now and then, that is his easiest days. There is felt on desk, a piece of rice paper is on felt, father is being carried dip in Man Mo's ability to write, in the lively and vigorous in calligraphy on paper. Word powerful of father is strong, what be although I do not identify those who write to go out,, but like to look however. In front of of pen rack and inkstone, a cup of bubble leaves, sending out the green jade snail of faint delicate fragrance spring. Tea, always agree with book and word.
爸爸偶尔也会在书房练字，那是他最轻松的时光。书桌上铺着毛毡，毡上是一张宣纸，爸爸提着蘸满墨的笔头，在纸上龙飞凤舞。爸爸的字遒劲有力，虽然我认不出写的是什么，但却喜欢看。在笔架和砚台的前面，是一杯泡开的，散发着幽幽清香的碧螺春。茶，与书与字总是相契合的。
Father's study, be appearing the place that fragrance.
爸爸的书房，是个透着馨香的地方。