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书是阶梯,书是宝库,书是海洋。 涉猎它,翻阅它,咀嚼它,人生的一切,便于瞬间涌现在脑际,涌流在心田。 从八十年代初那春光勃发、漫江碧透的季节,到九十年代中这政通人和、万山红遍的日子,时间的蒙太奇里流散着多少不同寻常的画面:岗位的变迁、亲朋的来去、认识的超越、情感的起伏……时光终难倒转,往事并非如烟。然而,能够更真切、准确、长久记录彼时彼地情景、况味与心境的,依然是那白纸黑字、墨香醉人的书籍。 缘于工作的职责和个人的爱好,我始终与书保持着密切的关系。数十年来,买的、赠的、借的,难计其数,把一间简陋的“寒舍斋”挤塞得密密麻麻,以致放不下一张并不太大的书桌。其中,与自己有直接间接关联的,不在少数。只论近十数年间,经我过手过目的,也不下数百种。这每一册书,
Book is a ladder, book is a treasure house, book is the ocean. It hunt it, read it, chew it, everything in life, in an instant to emerge in the brain, the current in the heart. From the beginning of the early 1980s, the spring flood, the diffuse river season, to the nineties this political and government, Wanshan popular day, the montage of time flowing with unusual picture: changes in posts, friends and relatives to come To go beyond the understanding, the ups and downs of emotion ... Time is hard to reverse, the past is not as smoke. However, the more realistic, accurate and long-term recording of the situation, the state of taste and the state of mind of the time was still the black and white, inky and fascinating book. Due to the job duties and personal hobbies, I always maintain a close relationship with the book. Over the decades, buying, donating, borrowing, and counting on countless crowds of poor homesteads has put so much pressure on the desk that it is not too big. Among them, with their own direct indirect connection, there are many. Only in the last ten years or so has passed my goal, nor does it have hundreds or fewer. Each book,