回首沉香一梦闲读书确实可以疗病,不仅于此,甚或可以美容。十年前,我妈给我买书,内心有了某种向往,私下里将零花钱聚攒起来,走街串巷,搜罗旧书,记忆特别深刻的,是夏夜躲蚊帐中读《聊斋》。盘腿坐草席上,样子活像一个老神仙。《三言二拍》因为有些段子太荤,于是只好偷偷埋在枕下,暗中领受着故事里的惊心动魄与悱恻缠绵。五四学人、明末遗民、魏晋狂士,他们也以巨大的魅力影响我。回想这些年来,对单身情有独钟,恐怕便是因为有书相伴。读书人自也寂寞,静中制造一点喧嚣,在其也特别擅长。 Looking back incense and a dream leisurely study can really cure, not only in this, or even beauty. Ten years ago, my mom bought me a book. My heart has a certain yearning. In my private life, I collected my pocket money, went downstairs and searched the old books. The memory was especially profound. Sitting cross-legged on the mat, looks like an old god. “San Yan Er Pai” because some paragraphs too dirty, so had secretly buried under the pillow, secretly receive the story of the soul-stirring and lingering. May Fourth scholars, late Ming dynasty, Wei and Jin mad men, they also have a great charm of me. Recall that over the years, the soft spot for single, I am afraid that is accompanied by a book. Self-study people are also lonely, making noisy noise, in which they are also particularly good at.