读书无疑是苦事,苦在寂寞。最是在清静的夜晚,在书堆如山的“雀巢”里拥灯孤读。冬寒暑热应该忘记,儿女情长亦无牵挂,只一心飘游于浮花流蜜的书海中,这便又是快乐。快乐源于寂寞,更来自于书本身。每天晚上,当你带着尘世烦扰、身心的疲惫回到自己的书屋,就像走进一个尘音绝渺的天地。拿起一本好书,便是在亲近一位神交已久的“恋人”。读到痴迷处,早已物我两忘,而一颗浮躁不安的心也自然得到了抚慰。在寂寞中快乐,这也许正是读书之妙吧。 Reading is undoubtedly a matter of hardship and suffering in loneliness. In the quiet night, there was a lonely reading in the book “Nestle”. Summer and winter heat should be forgotten, and the children are not worried about it. They only wander through the sea of ​​floating honey, which is also a pleasure. Happiness stems from loneliness, but also from the book itself. Every night, when you come back to your library with annoyance and physical exhaustion, it is like walking into a dusty world. To pick up a good book is to get close to a long-lost “love”. When I read the obsession, I had forgotten two things long ago, and an impetuous heart was naturally comforted. To be happy in loneliness, this may be the beauty of reading.