爱书虽不至成狂,嗜书却已如命。近一两个月来,把自己囚于斗室中,让思维似一匹脱缰的野马,一条入水的游鱼,又若一只展翅的小鸟,自由自在,无拘无束,于知识的草原驰骋,于广漠的学海里泅游,于无涯无尽的蓝空遨飞;而后,冥想,冥想着一个个的人生道理,再把罗素、叔本华、尼采的人生哲理,串成了一首长长的歌。 Although love books are not into a mad, addicted books have been as life. In the past couple of months or so, I have held myself in a dwelling room, thinking of a wild horse, a swimming fish, and a bird of freedom, free and unrestrained, riding on the prairie of knowledge, In the vast study of the sea tour, in the endless blue sky flight; then, meditation, meditation one after another life philosophy, then Russell, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche’s life philosophy, into a long song.