书,到处的书。床头柜上二三本,沙发上一本,阳台上一本,书桌上四五本,厨房里掉了几页的一本,窗台上一本。本就是随性的人,书,随性拿起,随意一放,随心而看。难过时就翻郭敬明的《夏至未至》,幸福时就去看伍美珍的《生命流泪的样子》,感慨时一起和龙应台《目送》,跟母亲吵架时就听听柔石说《为奴隶的母亲》,失落时候就探访朗达.拜恩的《秘密》。书,便这样融入了我的生活。而且,是在不知不觉中悄悄溜进我的生活里。小时候,时常会翻着字典、对 Book, book everywhere. Two or three on the nightstand, a sofa, a balcony, four or five on the desk, a few pages out of the kitchen, a windowsill. This is casual people, books, pick up with the casual, free to play, watch from scratch. Gushan Guo’s “Summer Solstice” when he was sad. When he was happy, he went to see Wu Meizhen’s “Tears of Life.” When he was feeling together with Lung Ying-ting, he “watched” and when he quarrel with Mother, he said “ Slave’s Mother, ”visiting Ronda Bain’s“ secret ”when she was lost. Book, so I integrated into my life. And, unknowingly slipped into my life quietly. As a kid, often turn the dictionary, right