读史铁生的《我与地坛》,一颗心就像被施了魔咒,一点一点地沉下去,一直沉到那深深的潭底。然而,一束奇异的光线,穿透这沉静的潭水, 静静地照了下来。于是,你分不清是沉重,还是轻灵;是欢愉,还是悲忧。我始终觉得,他所有的作品都应该写于深深的海底,每一个文字上都承载着亿万吨海水的重量。当这样的文字滚滚而来,它不可能不叠起你心 Reading Shi Tiesheng’s “I and the Altar,” a heart is like being cast a spell, sinking little by little, and has been sinking to the deep bottom of the pool. However, a strange beam of light penetrated the still water and quietly fell down. Therefore, you cannot tell whether it is heavy or light; whether it is joy or sadness. I have always felt that all his works should be written on the deep seabed, and each text carries the weight of millions of tons of seawater. When such words come rolling, it cannot fail to fold your heart