与人谈及读书,我曾经自感羞愧。我也算是读过一点点书的,至于这一点点到底是多少,我没有统计过,但终还知道这数字离“破万卷”相差甚远。所以,轮到自己想写几个字时,往往只有大半个晚上咬笔头的份儿,盖属于脑子里空洞无物,没有神助自是必然了。我羞愧的是,即便是在我读过的这一点点书之列,若遇学问家考问我,大多数情形,我也说不出个子丑寅卯。这时,我往往会一边羞愧得做低头认罪状,一 When I talk about reading, I once felt ashamed of myself. I have read a little book. As for how much this little bit is, I have not counted it before, but I finally know that this figure is far from “breaking the million rolls.” Therefore, when it is your turn to write a few words, it is often only the majority of those who bit their nibbles in the evening. I am ashamed that, even in this little book that I read, I would not be able to tell in most cases if I was questioned by scholars. At this moment, I tend to be ashamed to bow to a guilty plea, one