我活了这么大年纪,只知道读书,不会读人。慢慢地,我从读书中懂得,人,不但要读书,还应该学会读人。可是,我总觉得读书难,读人更难。其实,一个人就是一本书,一本无字的书。读人,比读用文字写的书难,而且要难得多。我几乎读了一辈子,也没有真正读懂这本无字的书。有的人,在阳光明媚的日子里,他会跟你携手同行,而在滂沱 I live so big, I only know reading, not reading people. Slowly, I learned from reading, people, not only to study, but also should learn to read people. However, I always feel difficult to read, more difficult to read. In fact, a person is a book, a wordless book. Reading people is harder than writing a book, and it’s much harder. I spent almost my whole life, and I did not really read this book without words. Some people, in sunny days, he will go hand in hand with you, and in a torrential