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我爱项脊轩，更爱站在项脊轩的门口。 I love Xiang Jixuan, more like standing at the gate of Xiang Jixuan. 爱她那明月下的半墙，爱她那三五之夜的静谧，爱她的窄小且简朴。 Love her half of the wall under the bright moon, love her serenity of the night of three or five, love her narrow and simple. 每每翻开那充满书香的语文书，扑入眼帘的就是一座低矮但给人心灵以踏实的小轩。这里安居着追求安然、静然的震川先生，这里绽放着一颗泰然、悠然的灵魂。站在项脊轩的门口，我的心也已被这安谧的气息所陶冶，我的浮躁也俨然已经荡然无存。所以我只敢站在项脊小轩的门口，仰望那不高但又很高的他，注视着这里的一切一切，聆听着大自然为之演奏的音乐。 Every time I open the Chinese book full of book fragrance, what I see is a low but steady Pavilion. Mr. Zhenchuan, who pursues peace and tranquility, lives here in peace. A calm and leisurely soul blooms here. Standing at the gate of Xiang Jixuan, my heart has been cultivated by this quiet atmosphere, and my impetuosity has disappeared. So I only dare to stand at the gate of Xiang Ji's small pavilion, look up to him who is not high but very high, look at everything here, and listen to the music that nature plays for him. 站在项脊轩的门口，想着那借书满架的场景，听着那偃仰啸歌的狂狷，感受着那种被书拥挤着的幸福感，然后回忆着那充满淡淡忧郁但又美好甜蜜的过去，回忆着父母朋友同学老师甜甜的微笑，沉浸在那种人人有之但又逐渐遗忘的回忆的幸福之中！然后轻轻地哭泣，又轻轻地微笑！ | 
