读书是件苦事,这苦却是自找。近不惑之年,我仍耐不住读书之诱惑,去报名自修汉语言文学专业大专。或许是想自己活得充实,工作能得心应手;或许是仍耿耿于怀“上山下乡”时连报农专院校都没获准,中年来圆少年梦;或许是因为父母乃子女的榜样……总之,这份苦事是我自个儿揽上的。六七届初中毕业去读大学课程,难!没有教师,靠自个捧着课本对着《自学辅导》硬啃硬嚼。第一门报考《哲学》,一遍读完,仍不知所云,把书再看一遍,还在云里雾中。好不容易记下一点,一宿过后又丢个干净。我不禁怀疑自己是否木已老朽,再不是读书的料。一 Reading is a hard thing, but it is hard to find. Nearly puzzled year, I still could not bear the temptation to study, to enroll self-taught Chinese language and literature college. Perhaps want to live enrichment, work can be handy; perhaps still heart to heart “up the mountain to the countryside” even reported to the agricultural colleges have not been allowed, middle-aged boy dreams; perhaps because parents are children’s role model ... ... In short, this bitter thing is my own embrace. Sixty-seventh session of junior high school graduation to attend university courses, difficult! No teachers, holding their own textbooks on the “self-taught counseling” hard chew. The first door to apply for “philosophy”, read it over again, still know what to do, read the book again, still in the fog. Hardly remember a bit, after a night and throw a clean. I can not help wondering if I am old or not. one