沉湎于文字,让思绪在时光中徜徉,挥洒出朵朵心莲;流连于人群,让真情在心中激荡,泼溅成爱的画卷……世界上恐怕没有比这更甜美的事了,我是幸福的阅读者。——题记读书盛夏已过,秋意袭袭。我躲在季节的角落里,沉醉于文字带给我的感动。站在季节的转角处,拥一米阳光,揽一份暖意,让无边的思绪泛滥在我的笔尖之下……总喜欢一个人抱本书去田间读,不管三七二十一,一屁股坐在田埂上,不去想什么,也不必去想什么。就像当年那个穷得揭不开锅的孙少平躲在麦场垛里那样。 Indulge in the text, let my thoughts wander in the time, sway the blossoming of hearts; wander in the crowd, so that the truth in the hearts of turmoil, splashed into a picture of love ... I am afraid there is no sweeter than this thing in the world, I was Happy reader. - Inscription read Summer has passed, autumn attack. I hid in the corner of the season, indulge in the text brought me moved. Standing at the corner of the season, with a meter of sunshine, enveloping a warmth, so boundless thoughts spread in my nib ... ... always like to hold a book to the field to read, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, a Sit sitting on the ridge, do not think about what, do not have to think about anything. Just as the poor Sun Shaopei hid in the wheat field that way.