我曾是个很自足的人,并且深信心灵之外的语言无法触及生命的真谛。直到有一天结识了它,我有一种自欺感,随之而来的是莫名的空虚与恐惧,仿佛自己一度拥有的只是一个单纯幼稚的头脑,一段随手可掷的岁月。于是,每月去书摊的那一天便很自然地成了节日。总是揣着一份小心的期待去,捧着它时,按捺不住的是一份激动与欣喜。当翻 I used to be a very self-sufficient person and I was deeply convinced that languages ​​other than the spirit could not touch the true meaning of life. Until one day I became acquainted with it, I had a feeling of self-deception, followed by inexplicable emptiness and fear, as if I had only a naive mind at one time, a handy time. As a result, the day of going to the book stall every month is naturally a holiday. Always holding a careful look and holding it, it’s an excitement and exhilaration. When turned