很难再有这样一本书,如此深深地触动着我的内心。我总是想着他是个活了千年万年的成了精的古木,看遍了世事沧桑人间冷暖,随着朴实的文字在我心底里用不算轻快亦不算低沉的声音讲啊讲啊,就像是童年时奶奶讲着枕边故事,可每个故事都苍凉得让人掉泪。而他就是我偶然读起的《千年一叹》。或许连我自己也难以辩得清看到余秋雨笔下的希腊时心里涌起了怎样的感觉。我心中的希腊大概是个慵懒的老人,顶着一头乱糟 So hard to have such a book, so deeply touched my heart. I always thought he was a fine old wood that had lived for thousands of years and had been seen all over the world. With simple words in my heart, I would say something that is neither light nor too loud. , Like a grandmother talking about a pillow at a childhood story, but every story is so desolate that people shed tears. And he is my “Millennium a sigh” read by chance. Perhaps it is difficult for me to find out exactly what I felt when I saw Greece in the fall of Yu Qiuyu. Greece in my heart is probably a lazy old man, wearing a mess