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阴天里去书店,是我固定的一个节目,类似于心理治疗的一种方式。我其实不想买什么书,我只是需要到一个还算安静的公共场合,让自己离开一会儿电脑,或者听听活人的呼吸。我对书店不抱希望,对出版社、对写书的人都不抱希望。不会有我想读的书,连我自己都写不出我想读的书,我能指望谁呢。出了书店,心里更加腻烦起来。漫无目的地乱走,突然一抬头,一树梨花。我想到了一个词:璀璨。真是璀璨,
A cloudy day to bookstore, is a program I fixed, similar to a way of psychological treatment. I actually do not want to buy any book, I just need to go to a fairly quiet public place, let myself away for a while computer, or to listen to the living breath. I have no hope for the bookstore, no hope for the publishers or the people who write the book. There is no book I want to read, and even I myself can not write the book I want to read. Who can I expect? Out of the bookstore, my heart even more tired up. Go wandering aimlessly, suddenly looked up, a tree pear. I think of a word: bright. Really bright,