过了“天命”之年,对于书的嗜好,似乎有着更大的偏执性:再也很难象年轻时那样,钟情予一本本新书,全身心地投入其中,体味品尝,把玩不尽。自然,说是“很难”,也便意味着并非完全不能。前些日子,因为自己给自己找事干,向老诗人曾卓讨取了他的三本著作来读,其一为《听笛人手记》。不料才一触目便觉亲近,愈往下读愈生欢喜,大有知之恨晚之叹。其实,《听笛人手记》不算一本新书了,它的初次出版,距今已越五载;而做成文章单篇连载于《文汇月刊》上,则更是早在十年以前的事。但我还是头一回读它,它对于我仍是 After the “destiny” year, there seems to be a greater paranoid attitude towards the hobby of the book: it is hard to love a new book once again as it was young, and devote one’s whole heart into it. Naturally, it is “difficult” to say that it is not totally impossible. A few days ago, because I was doing something for myself, I asked the old poet Zeng Zhuo for his three books to read, one of which is “Listening to the Flute Notes.” Unexpectedly, one can only get a close look, the more you read the more happy, much to know late night sigh. In fact, “Diablo Notes” is not a new book, its first publication, dating back more than five years; and made a single article serialized in the “Wenhui Monthly,” even more as early as ten years ago Thing. But I still read it for the first time, it is still for me