没在读书，只在数尘埃

In an old European library beneath a tall arched window, a quiet young woman sits with open books scattered around her, dust motes drifting through the sunlight that spills across the pages. Her dark hair is loosely pinned up, a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses resting low on her nose, and she wears a cream cable-knit sweater. One fingertip slowly traces a line of text on the page, her expression calm and softly focused — serene, intelligent, unhurried by time.

老式欧洲图书馆里，拱形高窗下，她安静坐着，摊开的书散落四周，光柱斜切进来，尘埃在光里慢慢飘。头发松松挽起，鼻梁上架一副细金丝眼镜，身穿奶白色棒针毛衣。指尖沿着一行字缓缓划过，神情平静又专注——沉静、聪慧，像是被按下了暂停键。