“1975年二三月间,一个平常的日子,细蒙蒙的雨丝中夹着一星半点的雪花,正纷纷淋淋地向大地飘洒着。”前段日子,我阅读了《平凡的世界》。作者路遥用他细腻生动的手法,讲述了一个平凡人的成长经历,一个平凡群体的成长过程。这是一部用激情和磨难写就的书。书中没有华丽的辞藻,没有惊险离奇的情节,没有惊天动地的场面,有的只是平凡的人、平凡的生活、平凡的感情。 “In February and March 1975, an ordinary day, a little bit of snowflake was clinging to the thick rain of rain and floating in the air.” Some time ago, I read the “Ordinary World.” Lu Yao remote with his delicate and vivid way, tells the story of an ordinary human’s growth experience, an ordinary group’s growth process. This is a book written with passion and tribulation. No gorgeous rhetoric in the book, no breathtaking plot, no earth-shattering scenes, some ordinary people, ordinary life, ordinary feelings.