可以这么说,读一本好书,是一席思想的盛 宴,是一次精神的超越。 当《钢铁是怎样炼成的》这部激动人心的红 色经典,在我面前一页页掀开,扑面而来的是硝 烟、弹雨、风雨和泥泞,于是我的思想张开翅膀, 跟随保尔·柯察金在战争的枪林弹雨里辗转,在 洪水中与惊涛恶浪搏斗,跟主人公一起在四肢 瘫痪双目失明的厄境中,用热血和生命完成这 部振聋发聩的文学名著。这一切,让我稚嫩的灵 魂,从泛滥成灾的恶俗的文字垃圾里摆脱出来, 经受了一次严峻的洗礼。 It can be said that reading a good book is a feast of ideas and a spiritual transcendence. When the exciting red classic “How Iron Steel Was Made” was opened in front of me on one page, the smoke, rain, rain and mud, and muddy rushed out, so my thoughts opened their wings and followed Kochkainkin faltered in the raging fire of the war, wrestled with the stormy waves in the flood, and worked with the protagonist to complete this literary masterpiece of repercussions with blood and life in the circumstance of limb blindness and blindness. All this, letting my young soul escape from the vulgar word trash that flooded and suffered a severe baptism.