一位朋友上世纪90年代去国外留学。据说在那无数个思乡的孤独寂寞的夜晚,他都会翻看史铁生的《我与地坛》。带着这份好奇,我打开了这本书。干净的文字,淡淡的忧伤,没有波澜壮阔,却分明感到他与命运的苦痛挣扎。不像是描写,只是在讲述,童年、成长、下乡、疾病、疼痛、母爱、顿悟、重生……与他同喜同悲,没有任何雕琢的痕迹。史铁生在自己最无助、最彷徨、最焦 A friend in the 90s of last century to study abroad. It is said that in countless homesick lonely night, he will look at Shi Tiesheng’s “I and the altar.” With this curiosity, I opened the book. Clean text, a touch of sadness, no magnificent, but clearly felt his painful struggle with fate. It is not a description, just a narrative, childhood, growth, countryside, disease, pain, maternal love, epiphany, rebirth ... with him like compassion, without any trace of carving. Shi Tiesheng in their own most helpless, the most ridiculous, the most focus