衣不如新,人不如故,书也是老的好。遭遇一本旧书,合心的,就如同邂逅一位朋友,倾盖如故,流水高山。邂逅一本旧书是需要缘分的。它可能躺在清冷街角拐弯处的旧书铺里,或是摆在一块塑料布的书摊上。主人或是及暮的老者,戴着老花镜,眼睛滑到鼻翼上,将落未落,自顾自地看书,有人问价,眼光从镜片上方投过来;或是带孩子的妇人,孩子蹒跚地在书摊上走来走去。它们杂乱或整齐,压着或插着,很多年了,或是刚刚收进来,阅人无数,惹尽尘埃;或是新崭崭的,显得资格不够的稚 Clothing is not as good as people, so the book is old. Encountered an old book, concerted, just like to meet a friend, covered as ever, flowing mountains. Encounter an old book needs fate. It may lie in the old bookstore at a corner of a cool corner, or on a plastic sheeting stall. The owner or the twilight old man, wearing reading glasses, eyes sliding to the nose, will not fall, read books, asking price, eyes cast from the top of the lens; or with children, children Tumblly walking up and down the bookstall. They are messy or tidy, pressed or inserted, for many years, or have just come in, read countless, provoke dust; or brand new, appears to be not enough elite