一向晴朗的天,今日莫名其妙的下起了雨。喜欢在这样的天气里,慵懒地坐在桌前,喝杯热茶,翻翻我的书本。伴着滴答的雨声,世界仿佛静谧一片。我回想起细碎斑驳的流年,无限感慨。大多的好习惯于我而言,已如相交线般渐行渐远。还好留有阅读一直伴我前行,矢志不渝。小时候我有点小调皮,爸妈有点管不住。后来爸爸买了好多本二手的连环画降住了我。一箱子的连环画,我一本本翻阅,小小的心开始被吸在小人书的情节里。一个个 Has been a sunny day, today inexplicably under the rain. Like in this weather, lazy sitting at the table, a cup of hot tea, flip my book. Accompanied by the rain ticking, the world seems quiet. I recall the fleeting mottled, infinite emotion. Most of the good habits in my case, as the line of intersection has been lopsided. Fortunately, leaving reading has been with me forward, unshaken. When I was young, I was a bit naughty, my parents a bit too much. Later my father bought a lot of second-hand comic fell me. A box of comic books, I read a book, a small heart began to be sucked in the booklet plot. One by one