生活自有一套方式,在我们的肩膀上轻轻叩几下,用手指召唤我们,在我们耳边悄悄说:“留心这件事。”这种事总是在我们最不经意间发生。这样的一课在我11岁时曾呈现在我的面前。20世纪50年代,我在一家包含幼儿园至八年级的郊区学校上六年级。某一天,伴随着学生们走进大堂和在楼梯上上下下时那惯常的说话声、脚步声,课堂更迭着。我穿过走廊,快 A way of life, a few tap on our shoulders, summon us with our fingers, whisper in our ears: “Mind this thing. ” This kind of thing always happens to us most inadvertently. Such a lesson was presented to me when I was 11 years old. In the 1950s, I was in sixth grade in a suburban school that included kindergarten to eighth grade. One day, accompanied by the usual voices, footsteps, and classroom changes of students entering the lobby and going up and down the stairs. I walk through the corridor, fast