与文学结缘,在我的印象里,大概还是自读《红楼梦》起吧。我从小便是个喜欢读书而且不怎么挑剔的人,只是从那纷纷杂杂、浩如烟海的书的世界中,我很难找到一本能让我真正静下心来好好品读,字斟句酌地欣赏的书。直到我遇见《红楼梦》。她领着我,轻轻拨开眼前的迷雾,屏息凝视着,窥探这文学的一隅。小学时初次读《红楼梦》时,也是有些不以为然的,就像 With literature, in my impression, probably still read “Dream of Red Mansions” from the beginning. I was a kid who loved to read and was not very picky since I was a little boy. It was hard to find a book that would really allow me to calm down, read carefully, and read carefully, from the world of miscellaneous, vast books. Until I met “Dream of Red Mansions.” She led me and gently lifted the fog in front of me, gazing gazing at it, spying on the corner of this literature. When I first read “A Dream of Red Mansions” in primary school, I was somewhat disagreeable, just like