《1984》给了我一场思想上的冲击。我不知道其他读者是怎么读完这本书的,我看《1984》大多是在晚上,或躺或坐,眼光触摸纸张,张开所有毛孔去感受字里行间的情感。起初我每次能看50页,后来变成30页,到最后每次只能看几页了,就是这几页我还要反复地看才能看明白,才能理清我自己的思绪。在翻开这本书之前,我就知道它不欢快、不唯美,甚至残酷,但当我真正去品读它时才感觉到那不单单是惨淡的,压抑、恐 “1984” gave me a mental impact. I do not know how other readers read this book. I think most of 1984 was at night, lying or sitting, touching the paper with eyes and opening up all the pores to feel the emotions in the lines. At first, I could see 50 pages at a time, then 30 pages, and at the end I could only read a few pages at a time. It was these pages that I had to read repeatedly to understand and to sort out my own thoughts. Before I opened the book, I knew it was not cheerful, not beautiful, or even cruel, but when I really went reading it I not only felt gloomy, depressed, fearful