阅读《沧浪之水》是一件十分偶然的事。阅读的感受是新鲜的。在阎真那如行云流水、娓娓而谈的叙述中我获得了一种夹杂着丝丝寒意的快感,那是一种隐隐的痛,一种令人“含泪的笑”。我几次想提起笔来写点什么,但始终不能成功。不只是因为有人劝我说关于它的评论已经很多心存顾忌的 Reading Canglang Water is a very fortuitous incident. The feeling of reading is fresh. In Yan Zhennaixu flowing, talkative story I got a pleasure mixed with slightest chill, it is a faint pain, a kind of “tears of laughter.” How often do I want to write a pen to write something, but I can not succeed. Not just because someone advised me to say that comments about it have been a lot of scruples