九月的故事如稻草一样凌乱。五年前,我还是一名学生。那个九月的雨天,我哪都没去,早早便趴在图书馆里寻找世界的另一半栖息地。彼时,摊开张炜的《我选择,我向往》,一时间我昏昏欲睡,静静地听着这位善于思考的作家整理着他爬满蜘蛛网的记忆,我也静静地、静静地倚在桌沿。突然觉得《校园的琴声》是充满灵性的,校园的树林总是挂 September’s story is as messy as straw. Five years ago, I was still a student. That September rainy day, I did not go anywhere, early in the library to find the other half of the world habitat. At that time, Zhang Wei open “I choose, I yearn for,” for a time I sleepy, quietly listening to the thoughtful writer finishing his crawling spider’s web of memories, I quietly , Quietly leaning on the table along. Suddenly felt “campus sound” is full of spirituality, the campus of the trees are always hanging