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十四岁的黑夜,趴在被窝里,不能透出手电的光,不能发出声音,我沉入巴金的《家》里:老三念书,老三写稿子,老三冲出家门,走向新的天地。如果想在电灯下尽情读书,我就得冲出这个院子,冲出周围的庄稼地。于是我每天早晨到村外的河边念书,晚上在学校做题,直到关门再回家。十八岁的秋阳里,我走进了大学的校门。每晚都去自习室,严格遵循老师的要求。一个人回宿舍,路边的大杨树哗哗作响,突然有一天
Fourteen-year-old night, lying in the blanket, can not reveal the flashlight, can not make a sound, I sink into the “home” of Ba Jin: the youngest, the youngest to write, the third out of the house, to the new world. If you want to enjoy reading under the lights, I have to rush out of the yard, out of the surrounding crops. So I went to the river every morning to study, at school in the evening, until the door and then go home. At the age of 18, I entered the university gate. Study room every night, strictly follow the teacher’s request. A person back to the dormitory, big poplar buzzing roadside, suddenly one day