夜晚时分,万籁俱寂,没有了白天的喧嚣嘈杂,没有了白天的心浮气躁,躺在床上,捧一本书在手,听着心灵的鼓点与书和谐共鸣,伴着纸墨和文字的馨香入梦,一切都归于沉寂。在我近五十年的生活中,枕边有书的日子至少有三十多年了。从小就喜欢读书,那时候体弱多病,又且性格内向,不喜欢和邻近的小朋友玩,常常一个人呆在家里面对墙壁发愣,家里人担心我会闷出病来,就 Noisy daytime noise, no daytime impatience, lying in bed, holding a book in hand, listening to the heart of the drums and the book harmonious resonance, accompanied by paper ink and text Sweet dreams, everything is attributed to silence. In my nearly fifty years of living, I have had a book for at least thirty years. I like reading at an early age, when frail and introverted, and introverted, do not like to play with children in the neighborhood, often at home alone facing the wall dawn, the family worried I would boring illness