我很怕一种感觉,就是晚上躺在床上,忽然觉得一整天过得轻飘飘的,就像读书时一目十行,什么都没留下,两手空空,心也空空。那样的日子苍白空洞。我一直钟情于慢阅读,一本书,总要细读几遍。读到精彩之处,总喜欢反复揣度,含英咀华。其实,生活的时光之书也一样,把每天都当作时光之书不可或缺的段落,有时朗诵,读出生命的大气深沉;有时低吟,读出生命的无奈彷徨。时光之书中的精彩 I am afraid of a feeling that is lying in bed at night, suddenly felt a frivolous all day, like reading a book ten lines, nothing left, his hands empty, the heart is empty. That day pale. I have always been in love with slow reading, a book, always read a few times. Read the wonderful place, always like to repeatedly guess, with the British Tsui Wah. In fact, the book of the time of life is the same. Every day is regarded as an indispensable passage in the book of time. Sometimes readings and reading out the deep atmosphere of life; Wonderful time book