记不清哪一个苍白的日子,一行行中国汉字在我迷茫的目光中鲜活起来。那是本叫《钢铁是怎样炼成的》苏联小说。小说作者奥斯特洛夫斯基用他那极富朝气又不乏深沉的笔调,鲜活地涂抹出自己纯朴而浪漫的梦幻,清醒而理智的思索,忠诚而无畏的追求。这部小说,我反反复复地读了3遍。每一遍,泪水都模糊了视线,许多原本自己说不清的心事,竟在书里找到了形象又贴切的注脚。 Can not remember what a pale day, a line of Chinese characters in my confused eyes alive. That is called “how the steel is made” Soviet novels. The novel author Ostrovsky uses his energetic and no lack of deep tone, vividly smear his simple and romantic dreams, sober and rational thinking, loyal and fearless pursuit. This novel, I read repeatedly three times. Each time, tears blur the line of sight, many of the original incoherent mind, actually found in the book the image and the appropriate footnote.