捧读《时光》,耳边仿佛传宋时光老人沙沙的脚步声,眼前仿佛浮现出作者烛光里苦苦思索的面容,我的心潮随着作者纷飞的思绪起伏。这几乎行行凝重的文字让我几乎窒息、心在阵阵悸动。岁尾年末作者独处一室,面对摇曳的烛光静思,自然想到了大众俗语中的“年根”一语,不禁顿生感慨,“一棵本来是绿意盈盈的岁月之树,已被我们消耗殆尽,只剩下一点点根底。”时光流逝何方?作者蓦然回望一年卫走过来的足迹。从一个会场到另一个会场、一个活动到另一个活动,“我把多少时光抛入尘嚣或是支付给种种一闪即逝的虚幻的社会场景。”名人常常身不由己,割舍那些本属自己的宝贵时光实在无奈,但作者还是觉得心惊神伤并痛苦反思。文学家的自责自律让我们为之心颤。 Reading “Time”, it was as if the footsteps of the old rustling of Song Shiguang were passed by the ear. It seemed that the face of the author’s candlelight was thinking hard. My thoughts fluctuate with the author’s thoughts. This nearly imposing text made me almost suffocated and my heart beat. At the end of the year, when the author was alone in a room, facing the swaying candlelight meditative thoughts, he naturally thought of the phrase “year roots” in the popular sayings, and he was filled with emotion. “A tree that was originally green We have already been exhausted by us, leaving only a little bit of the bottom.“Where does the time go? The author swiftly looks back on the footsteps of the guardian year. From one venue to another, from one activity to another, ”How much time do I throw in dust or pay for all sorts of fleeting and imaginary social scenes." Celebrities are often involuntarily, let go of those books His own precious time is helpless, but the author still feels shocked and painful to reflect. The writer’s self-discrimination and self-discipline made us tremble.