读《包法利夫人》的时候还在上高一,多少年过去了,总觉得有许多话想说。故事中的人死去很久了。我们又走在这明晃晃的太阳下。四下里望望却不禁心惊,仿佛身边的人都是那帮人借尸还魂:他们上学,做工,意气风发,气宇轩昂,失魂落魄,指桑骂槐,打情骂俏,插科打诨……日子很完整... When reading “Madame Bovary” is still on a high, how many years have passed, always feel that there are many words to say. The people in the story have been dead for a long time. We are walking in this bright sun. Looked around but can not help but feel scared, as if people around are those people who borrow the dead body: they go to school, work, high-spirited, imposing, distraught, despondent, flirting, gagging ... ... days are complete ...