前些天,学校组织了一个图书阅读漂流活动,我因此结识了《意林》,细细品来不禁思索:人生几何?未能言尽!一生落的雪,不能看尽!我感触最深刻的那篇文章,作者我不曾听闻,文里的“我”幼时生活在乡下,那里让“我”自由奔放,而后“我”搬到了小城镇,住在一幢公寓楼里,楼道的脏乱,邻里的粗声大骂,让“我”犹记在 A few days ago, the school organized a book reading drifting activities, so I got to know the “Italian forest”, can not help but ponder the finer things: the geometry of life? , I did not hear from the writer that I lived in the countryside when I was young and where I was free and unrestrained then moved to a small town where I lived in an apartment The floor, the corridor dirty, cursed in the neighborhood, let “I ” still remember