都说,一座城有一个记忆。北京,于我,无论身在何处何时,最念想的就是书和书人——读书人,写书人。如果非要用“澎湃”这个词,我觉得80年代是一个澎湃的年代,能够让人心澎湃的首先是书,各种各样的好书,各路写好书的人。如今,澎湃的是房子、车子和网络;如今,书很多,让人澎湃的还真没有几本。不久前,与同事去首都博物馆看了一下午的展览,直到闭馆才出来。下班高峰,夕阳晒在西长安街上,车水马龙,一个十字路口,南来北往的车辆全 Say, a city has a memory. Beijing, in me, no matter where and when, the most thought is the book and book people - scholar, book writer. If you have to use the word “surging,” I think the 1980s is an era of surging. The most exciting one is the book, all kinds of good books, and people who write well in every way. Today there is a surge of houses, cars and networks; today, there are not many books that make people surging. Not long ago, my colleague went to the Capital Museum and took a look at the afternoon exhibition until it closed. The peak of get off work, the sun drying in the West Chang’an Avenue, busy, a crossroads, south to north of the vehicle