图书馆一开张,我就鼓动儿子去办了张借书卡。偶得空闲,便往图书馆跑,预借一书抚慰日益颓废的心灵。也许是花多眼乱,在琳琅满目的书架前,我竟找不到心中所爱。我承认,对书,我有点挑剔。老古文,我读不懂,也没有耐性一字一句地研究;花里胡哨的畅销书,总引不起我的读欲。而我,是个名副其实的小女人,只读自己喜欢的文字,至于名著, As soon as the library opened, I encouraged my son to go to borrow a book card. Idle even, then ran to the library, pre-borrow a book to soothe increasingly decadent soul. Perhaps spend more chaos, in an array of shelves, I could not find my heart loved. I admit, I’m a little picky about books. Old classical Chinese, I do not understand, there is no patience to study word by word; gaudy bestseller, the total can not quote my desire to read. And I, is a real little woman, read only your favorite text, as masterpieces,