Chapter 10 -2

Let me keep singing about the eighties. At that time, when a thousand wastes were waiting to be done, there was a particularly famous saying, "Take back the lost time".The body that has lost blood for a long time suddenly resumes normal blood circulation, and it is inevitable that it will be abnormally excited and the flow will speed up.People's enthusiasm for reading is like Russell Crowe (14), who has not let girls pick up for six years, is suddenly thrown in front of Meg Ryan. Take movies, for example. In 1985, when the French Film Festival was held in Beijing, a ticket for "War of Fire" (15) was sold at 70 yuan a piece. At that time, my living expenses for a month in boarding high school were 15 yuan. This ticket was enough to live One semester—this movie is now out on DVD, and you can buy a D5 for seven yuan, which is about the same as a McFish; in 1989, "Out of Africa" ​​was screened in an audiovisual library in Wuhan, with large-screen projection and excellent quality It was as blurry as a weather cloud map, and the dubbing was as bad as a street girl soliciting, but it was still empty. It became the best gift between lovers and the best topic among cultural people in those two weeks. How many people were mesmerized and moved Oscar is so well-deserved——Fifteen years later, the man who watched it three times in a row was walking with me on the streets of Beijing, and suddenly stopped, grabbing a strand of music from a small shop on the street— — "Listen, Out of Africa!"

Take books for example.After seeing the scene of the mountain torrent gushing out to the limit, you can understand why so many people read it with tears like rain; you can understand that the publication of "Doctor Zhivago" is more important than the US attacking Iraq today. Let people spread the news; you can understand how much a person whose aunt is a bookstore employee can get compliments; you can understand why a girl can make you sleep like a madman On this spring night more than ten years later, you can still think of her reading "Angel Looks at Hometown" (16): her hair is withered and yellow, her head is buried in the book like a shrimp, she wears big glasses, and her mouth is closed in ecstasy. , the two long legs are tensely intertwined, unaware of the rotation of the world, and your existence.

The interrupted chain of time is reconnected, whether it is new or old, it is brand new in your eyes.You are competing for the lost time, and you are moving forward with the world. You are reviewing the past and learning the new. At that time, China was richer than anyone else. is new. Compared with the brothers and sisters, our generation was born at the right time, and not too much time was lost. On the contrary, the compressed time of others was also released to our campus.When the tide of knowledge comes, it coincides with adolescence when the digestion and absorption are the most vigorous.At the age when I can read the most, I have a lot of time to read, a lot of books to read, and a lot of people to read together. Is there anything more pleasant than this in the world?

Monte Dove said: No. Thinking about it so far, the feeling of happiness still floods my body. When I was in junior high school, I saw the three-volume abridged edition of Zhejiang Literature and Art Publishing House. I knew that this was the favorite foreign novel of Jiang Qing, who lived in a decadent way. The treasure hunt began.Just like Duan Yu was brought to the Beggars’ Gang by Qiao Feng, in the apricot forest, Shanglue’s life is righteous, surrounded by clouds of masters, everyone has to clasp their fists in front of each other (17), and I am in the sea of ​​books, every book I see You have to say "Long admiration" and "It's such a pleasure to meet you", and then you will fall asleep on the same couch as you did before seeing each other.

Ah, my Brandes (18), my William Manchester (19), my Return of the Exiles, my Gates of Eden (20), until I bought twelve full sets of Doth Toyevsky's anthology, I was immersed in it for half a year, and when my palms were sweating and my body was like sifting chaff, this treasure hunting journey reached its climax.When I saw Raskolnikov walking on the square and suddenly wanted to bend down and kiss the dirty land, it was late at night, and I was lying under the quilt, naked, and weeping. my eighties. In 1991, when I started working, my salary and bonus totaled 120 yuan a month, so everyone was crying and clamoring to work the night shift, so that I could get a 50 yuan night shift subsidy every month, which was a lot of money. Money Yeh.

Reporting this account is not to cry about being poor, but to show off your wealth—two years later, when the state generally adjusted wages, my monthly income suddenly became six to seven hundred yuan.Any idea what this means?Your salary is six or seven hundred yuan, but the price of books at that time was still set according to the salary level of one or two hundred yuan! This is another happy life where I was born at the right time, and what is even more pleasant is that at this time, I have just broken up in love, and I don’t need to donate money to that romantic event, really—— I have never paid so much.

A set of 20 volumes from Zhonghua Book Company is 58.2 yuan, all nine hardcover "Cambridge History of China" are only more than 100 yuan, a set of two is only 8.45 yuan, and do you know how much the two volumes of "Igaria Travel Notes" are? money? Sorry, I guessed wrong, it is three yuan. The beautiful book you have coveted for a long time (does anyone object to my coining this word?), you can finally move it home as you wish.I remember that at that time, my brothers always went to the bookstore together, looking for food separately, and the fellow shouted: "Lao Liu, I saw a light blue book."

"Your uncle!" My colorblindness is not afraid of being laughed at, but after all, there are so many people in the bookstore. If I search for it by color, and I return home with the little red book in my hand, wouldn't it tarnish my reputation as a scholar? "It's "A Light Blue Book" by Zoshchenko (21)." "Oh." My face was so ashamed that even I knew it was red, "Help me warm!" "Warm" is a special word for Taoshu invented between us. It is similar to a brooding hen hatching a chick. If you want to press it firmly under your body, Michael Tyson will not give it to you.

Carrying a lot of books to the checkout counter, while taking a few big bills out of the pocket to pay the bill, while ordering the books to be bundled up with kraft paper, the feeling is nothing like the mistress betting big money to sweep Yansha Sate (22) different. I can’t wait to go back to the dormitory, open the paper bag, take out a book and hold it in my hand. Many of them are old acquaintances. They fell in love with each other at the first sight in the library, but they really belong to me until now. The pages are flat and neatly cut. Bring your nose close and smell the tempting fragrance.

How can you hum so unhappy? Now there is a word called "logistics".It should be said that the logistics back then were very underdeveloped, which was the crux of the imperfect commodity economy, but on the other hand, it was also a good thing—when you go to any bookstore, you can’t help but go in and have a look. Always find beautiful books that you can't find anywhere else.Beautiful books are like beautiful women, they cannot be easily obtained. Every time I go to a city, I visit the local bookstores and carry books home like swallows laying nests. This is a man who knows how to live.

The Shanghai International Film Festival in 1993 was the first time I went to this bustling city.After staying in the luxurious place arranged by the organizing committee for two days, I was so distressed that I moved out of the Silver Star Hotel with another friend and moved into the nearby Jiaotong University Guest House. Then, he went to search for discs, and I went to buy books. Let the taxi pull to a street full of bookstores, and go shopping one after another. In the evening, the setting sun melts gold, and I walk to the street with two big bags of books. I am about to stop to hail a taxi, but stop again. Gritting his teeth, he rushed into the bookstore, warmed up the "Miscellaneous Copy of Classics and History", which he had hesitated for a long time, and then returned to his residence contentedly.In order to make up for the expenses, I had to eat two bowls of braised beef noodles with my roommate-it was really delicious. My roommate bought back a lot of old movie VCDs, and later he moved to "Oriental Time and Space" and created the famous "Family Breaking Up in October" (23) with his comrades in arms. The "Miscellaneous Copy of Classics and History" that I collected has never appeared in the rivers and lakes again. Friends are for drinking and getting drunk, but they are also good for buying books.Binbin Xiaoqiang and I, who live separately in Beijing, often buy books for each other.To be honest, Beijingers were born in the midst of blessings and didn’t know their blessings at the time, so they didn’t visit bookstores as often as I, a person who came to Beijing on business trips.That time at the Commercial Press, we were overjoyed when we saw a book that we had read and recited by candlelight at night when we were in college. We bought three sets angrily and gave two people away.God is sorry, this set of books has never been reprinted again, it is said that it is because of copyright issues. Besides being moved, they often warm me up when they read good books.When I was in Beijing once, I went to eat Korean cold noodles with Binbin first, and took out the books on the dinner table to dedicate to the other party, which turned out to be "Stagnant Empire" (24). Does anyone still remember that eclectic scene in the movie?Oliver and Jenny were lying in bed reading together— "Oliver, if you sit there like this, you will know that I am reading. I'm afraid you will fail this exam." "I'm not watching you read. I'm reading my own book." "Bullshit. You're looking at my legs." "Just a glance once in a while. A glance from a chapter." "The chapters of your book are so short." This paragraph is so greedy that I can't do it, and the scene of Hongxiu Tianxiang reading at night is nothing more than that. Although this realm has not been reached, when I got married, part of my life ideal was realized—relying on years of hard work and multiple purchases, I finally created an environment for myself where I could get books as soon as I reached out from the bed. From the sofa, from the toilet to the dining table, everything is picked up. You can't look at Jenny's legs like Oliver, but you can look at men's hairy legs.The three men reading books together are three men including me, all three are married, and they all have tall bookshelves—made by the same designer; the collections of the three families are roughly the same—basically they were all bought together; The placement of the books is also basically the same - all using my cataloging method. It was such a happy time.After the meal, each of them held a large bucket of Coke and showed off the books they had read to each other.You can't memorize it by heart, but you can take the book off the shelf, break it to that page, and then read it. If you can't break it, you will be laughed at.The three of them went to pee together, and three jets of water shot into the toilet together. Three people reading books, confirming each other, and discovering each other are more efficient than one person.That day I watched Yu Hua's first episode on the Internet, and I thought it was really good.It so happened that another pig came to my house to eat noodles with fried sauce at noon.After the meal, I recommended this novel to Yi, and said coldly: "Quick, look."——Attention, after eating garlic, you must use more plosives when talking to friends, and erupt as much as possible to faint them.Then, I go to lunch break. The spring dream reached 60%, and was woken up. It was the guy crying like a bull roaring. another translation of love A little joke happened in my life recently.A friend was in the UK. One day, he visited a bookstore in London—Charing Cross Road. He bought a long-awaited book (84 Charing Cross Road) for me, and then sent it to Beijing. I took a picture of the book with a digital camera and emailed it to let me warm it up.As a result, unfortunately, the book made a detour through the postal system of the British Empire and returned to the hands of a friend - she reversed the positions of the recipient and the sender. In fact, with my English proficiency, I definitely can't read the original book, but for this book, I still hope to keep a copy, because it is known as "the Bible for book lovers". This book tells the story of a New York book lover looking for books in an old bookstore in London (the name of the book is the address of the bookstore) through letters and establishing a deep friendship.The letters she exchanged were compiled into this book, which became the jewel in the palm of scholars.It has just been translated and published in Taiwan, and the translator is a staff member of an old bookstore. Whether it is the original or the Chinese version, it is not easy to get this book.Fortunately, the movie of the same name based on the original book has been sold on DVD, and I bought it about half a year ago.The film was shot by Columbia Corporation in 1986. The film is 100 minutes long and stars actors Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins. The filming is really impeccable.Later, I checked the information and learned that the book was also made a TV movie by the BBC in the 1970s. Don't be too happy, I can guarantee that even if you see this DVD, the most likely thing is to miss it, because the DVD dealer has translated it into a sensational action movie name - "Blood Shadow". So, you may be doomed to miss 84 Charing Cross Road. So allow me to retell this very simple story. The poor female writer Helen couldn't stand the expensive and vulgar old bookstores in New York, so she gave Mark's bookstore at 84 Charing Cross Road, London (later described by a friend sent by Helen to London as a "shop") according to the address in "Book Review Weekly". Dickensian Bookstore") wrote a letter begging for some out-of-print titles.This day is October 5, 1949. Soon, the reply came and the books she asked for dwarfed Helen's bookshelf.The trust and joy of both parties was quickly reached, except that Helen had a little trouble, a woman who couldn't even figure out how to pay the bill and give change, let alone convert pounds into dollars.Frank, the manager of Mark's bookstore, not only met her book purchase requirements, but also prepared two invoices for her in pounds and dollars. The warm acquaintance, with the help of eloquent letters, quickly captured Helen and Frank who were separated by oceans. In the early 1950s, Britain was waiting to be rebuilt, and supplies were rationed.Helen sent ham, eggs and sausages from the United States to the clerks of the bookstore, so that they could eat "complete and large pieces" of meat that they hadn't seen for a long time.And Frank was not an ungrateful person. He began to travel all over the UK, entering and exiting mansions, buying new products for bookstores with limited stocks, breaking through iron shoes, and looking for rare and rare books for her. As the days passed, the letters became the ever-present narration in their peaceful and flowing life. It's not that Helen didn't want to go to London to look at the bookstore to see Frank.She finally had her own savings, and the accession of the Queen of England made the cost of going to England discounted.It seemed possible to make the trip, but her teeth forced her to stay in New York.She had to write to Frank: "I am with my tooth, but the dentist is on honeymoon, and I pay for his wedding..." Frank had no choice but to bless her and the newly enthroned Queen Elizabeth. Buy the book and write the letter. On this day, it took Helen three months to receive an answer to her letter, and she was told that Frank died of illness on December 22, 1968. Helen immediately rushed to 84 Charing Cross Road.When she walked into Mark's Bookstore, which was about to be demolished, it had been twenty years since she first wrote a letter here. She smiled and said to the empty bookstore, "I'm here, Frank, I'm finally here." The film makes me more eager for the original work, because it always seems uncomfortable to tell the story of the book through film.However, looking at the peaceful life unfolding around their discussions about books and buying books, it seems that the only colorful props are placed in a black and white environment, making the original simple books look gorgeous, like a desert spring. Stories about reading are always satisfying. Helen was extremely dissatisfied with an English version of the "Bible". In a letter to Frank, she said that the English translation simply wanted to destroy the "most beautiful prose" in the world. The statement of the seven aunts and eight aunts who betrayed her is corroborated.Lovely woman who always reveals in another mood the secrets she tries to keep. Frank saw Newman's "College Sermons" and wrote to Helen asking, "Are you interested in buying the first edition?" At the same time, he asked the clerk to keep it for her.The camera immediately cut from London to New York, Helen asked the air: "You have the first edition of "College Sermons" for only six dollars, and you still ask me 'do you want it'?" "Dear Frank: Yes , I want it. I don't care if it's the first edition, but the first edition of this book! . . . " After she received the century-old first edition, she wrote to him and said: "I feel guilty for owning it. With such a beautiful cover and bronzing, it should belong to a library in an English-speaking country." "This is a decadent age, they actually tore out the beautiful old book pages as wrapping paper. The description above is the middle of a battle, but I can no longer see which battle it is..." Helen complained in the letter , it's time for poor Frank to work again. In a mansion, Frank saw a collection of love poems from the Elizabeth I period that Helen could not find, and sent them to her in the name of all the bookstore employees. "Do you believe it arrived on my birthday? It was the first gold-edged book I ever owned. Too bad you were so kind and put the words on the card instead of the title page. You all love books People, I am afraid that the value of the book will be reduced, but in fact, you have already increased its value for the owner of the book and even the future owner of the book." Helen rambled excitedly in the reply. ... On January 8, 1969, Helen received news of Frank's death from Mark's Bookstore. The last sentence of the letter was: "Do you want us to find the book you ordered?" Time to talk about what happened between Helen and Frank. Helen's lover died in World War II, and she never married.Frank has a wife and two daughters.Three women, one big, two young, would receive nylon stockings sent from the United States by Helen, and Frank’s wife would joke with Helen: “The picture Frank gave you is ugly enough, but he argues that he is much more handsome than the picture, we Just let him be smug." Everything seems so normal, so normal that the two have known each other for 20 years but are stingy at first sight, so normal that the two have hundreds of correspondences without involving a word of "love". However, after Frank's death, his wife wrote to Helen and said: "I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me, sometimes I will be jealous of you." The clerks at Mark's bookstore imagined Helen as a "young, mature, fashionable" woman, and Helen honestly told them that she was "as fashionable as a beggar on Broadway."She is such a stubborn and slovenly woman who presents all her charming and feminine side to Frank. She will rage at Frank for a book that deceives the world, pour out all her grievances on the typewriter, and then suddenly put away her dominance. He smiled coquettishly into the air: "Frank, you are the only one who understands me." The single Helen is free, but Frank doesn't even have this free air in front of him.He can only try his best to let himself spend twenty years normally, but at a certain moment, he will notice a woman stopping in the bookstore, [Qi`shu`net`int. What does that woman look like?She said that she was from the United States, and his eyes suddenly became eager, but it was not. He seemed to be used to this kind of disappointment and waiting.The New Year's Day carnival scene in New York was broadcast on the TV. There were so many people in the square, what were his eyes searching for? It was only when it was closing time, and there was no one else in the bookstore, that the softest emotions unfolded at this moment, and he would fix his eyes on a certain place, and talk slowly.At this moment, the woman was lying on her bed, wearing worn pajamas, flipping through the book he had stroked, lighting a cigarette, and coughing from time to time. After Frank's death, Helen came to No. 84 Charing Cross Road, where he stood where he gazed affectionately. After twenty years of polishing, their eyes are so consistent. The British metaphysical poet and essayist John Donne (John Donne; translated as Dunn in the film) highly praised by Helen has a saying: "All human beings are a book. When a person dies, it is not that a chapter is torn from the book to be translated into a better language." I think that when love is presented in another way, it is not torn away, but translated into a better language.The translators sent by God are named Chance, Responsibility, Implication, and Silence. There is another one named Nostalgia. non-literacy Regarding reading, there are some value judgments that are very different from the mainstream morality of society.For example, stealing books is not a shame in the eyes of scholars, but a kind of honor.Sanqi once wrote an article "The Story of the Book Stealer". At the end of the article, he said that he "still has some moral self-blame. In order to solve the problem of conscience, I stole some ethics books." But frankly speaking, although I have done counterfeit autographed books, I don't have enough courage to participate in the righteous act of stealing books.just once... That year, Proust's book was translated and published by Yilin Publishing House. This was definitely a grand event, and of course I couldn't miss it.But what is puzzling is that there are seven volumes in this set of books, but the bookstore I went to only had the first three volumes. I don't know if the publishing house is releasing them one after another, or because of poor logistics.It took more than half a year before I bought the last three volumes, and only the fourth volume was missing. After a while, my junior brother and I saw the complete set in the Reader Service Department of Zhonghua Book Company. We let out a sigh of relief, pulled out the fourth child, and remembered that there was another copy of Wang Rongzu's "Shi Chuan Tong Shuo".Pu Laosi was thrown back by the waiter, saying that he would sell it separately without opening it. "But I just opened the bill and bought it." I said anxiously. But the waiter said to me very quietly, what should I do if someone else wants to buy the whole set after dismantling it, and I should think about it for the bookstore. My head felt dizzy immediately, and I thought I bought the book of Platts Six Brothers from two other bookstores, the fourth book, so why should I have to wander to the ends of the world? At this time, the younger brother pulled me.I know exactly what he means: when a scholar meets a soldier, it is hard to justify it; but when a soldier—even the American soldier who swept across Iraq like a cloud—meets a Chinese salesman, it is difficult to justify it. Walking out of the bookstore, the cold wind howled, thinking that the Platts would not be reunited from now on, I wanted to cry aloud. After walking a few more steps, my junior brother squeezed my shoulders, then lifted his military overcoat, and took out a book that radiated his body temperature. Sodom and Gomor - Volume 4! I just feel the wind is also gentle. I solemnly piled the seven volumes on the head of the bed. They are hardcover, with streaks of golden light on the spine, which is unseemly; crisp, and smells like rotten straw stacks, with a very delicate fragrance. A friend came from afar, and when he saw it, he made a fuss: "Wow, you actually have this kind of book, and only 3,575 sets have been printed in total." I laughed secretly in my heart, and another versionist and Indian mathematician came. He began to show off his knowledge: "This is the originator of modernist literature." I was not intimidated by him, and immediately saw the trick: "Yes, the writing is extremely elegant and exquisite. It feels very good to read this kind of book in a sunny room." "Yes, it's really enjoyable to play KFC (25)'s saxophone "Going home" again." Damn, he spit out the code in foreign characters. Fortunately, I am not Pinocchio, so although I have only read the preface and six or seven pages of this book for more than a year, my nose is soft and short, and everything is normal. The two of us talked logically, echoed happily, and praised each other when we met, and the humble house was suddenly filled with an incomparably elegant and illusory book atmosphere. It's like heaven, it's like heaven!I sadly discovered that after finally allowing myself to live in a place where books were within reach, my reading peak was over.If you don't take advantage of such heavy physical work when you are in the prime of life, you will never be able to watch it for a lifetime. It turns out that reading is also divided into adolescence and menopause. If a person does not work hard during adolescence, he will be like an old bachelor who can only afford a wife when he reaches menopause. The desire for books is no longer enough. It seems a bit reluctant. I do know that I am old. Later, I saw a word called "functional illiteracy", which means that a person's previously stored knowledge often becomes an obstacle to absorbing new things later.Those things, those people, and those books made you who you are now, so you have prejudices. If you read books again, you will not draw anything on a piece of blank paper, but those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will be pissed off. Yes, after reading for so many years, it's time to take a rest. However, the inertia developed over the past ten years has become like the family relationship cultivated between old couples. Although the passion is gone, I really can’t think of anything else to do, so I continue to buy books and read go down. At this time, I have been able to look at the commotion of reading with a detachment, and I am more willing to dispel it with a post-modern perspective, and regard it as a performance art: Brother Kuan can use pure wool carpets and log floors to decorate the house , more stylish brother can use crocodile penis skin to decorate the armrest of his bedroom door, poor man's house can't be idle.And the most suitable material for decorating our house is books.It is not only cheap, but also elegant, and it avoids the embarrassment of getting it in one step and then becoming dilapidated.To paraphrase Qian Zhongshu's words, Brother Kuan's decoration is like a woman, which is worthless when he gets old, while the decoration of a poor man is like wine, which becomes more valuable as he gets older. I started to instill my theory to the pig heads around me, and some people who were elegant in their bones scoffed at me, but I retorted, you buy books just to read and finish them?Isn't it a kind of vanity to hold a girl to peacock after you finish reading these books?It's all to satisfy vanity, there is no need for such delicate dishonesty. Yes, you must accept this knowledge with confidence and put it into practice. Even if you buy the book and put it on the shelf, it is purely used as a decorative material, and there is nothing shameful about it.You are more pragmatic than the person who spends thousands of dollars on a fake designer suit; you are more moral than the person who spends tens of thousands of public funds on a feast of a wealthy family; you are better than buying a girl who is younger than his daughter The person who hangs by your side should be noble; at least you don't block the traffic and disturb the eyes and ears like those people holding a mobile phone on the street and gesticulating. It's doing its thing. It's really nothing to be ashamed of.In fact, if you look at the things written by those scholars who are widely cited, if you can find the original work, I can bet that the passages they quote will never exceed the first six pages of that book-maybe it is the content A few words on the synopsis. When this kind of performance art is in full swing, I can't wait to write a book "Aesthetics of Book Decoration", and put it together with those books that beautify life, it will definitely satisfy the needs of people's growing vanity. Although the book hasn't been published yet, at least the money I spend so little that I worry about how to spend it has been put to good use. If you accept my point of view, please listen to my six main points of decoration aesthetics in my book: One, texture.You might say that since it’s not for reading, it’s better to just buy some empty book jackets and store them there to save money and trouble. Maybe you’ll have an idea and plan to print some wallpapers that look like neatly arranged book spines and apply for patents to make a fortune. ——Quickly take back this thought!If you take one more step forward in cleverness, you will become a little cleverness.A real noble must use the most authentic materials, even if he is exhausted in the journey of searching for authentic materials.You can't go to bed without brushing your teeth like those people who drink a cappuccino and think they're classy. Two, elegance.Like those "Love Letters", "How to Become a Millionaire" and so on, throw away quickly; like those personal anthologies or poetry collections published by his old man with his own pocket, such as this one, throw away quickly, even though these The print run of the book is so low that it can be called a rare copy, and it is humbly written to ask your old man to correct it; like those pornographic novels or erotic novels, throw them away quickly-no!Hurry up and throw it to me. If you really don't want to part with it, you must stuff it under the bed. Three, withdrawn.Pay attention to buying some hard-to-see books that are really good. The number of copies is the first reference for your choice.Reading an article by Ye Zhaoyan, he said that he bought Fan Yanqiao's (26) "Tea Smoke Break" and only had more than a thousand copies printed. "I remember buying one copy at the time because of the low number of prints." I was honest.You are surrounded by books that no one else can see, which can not only surprise and admire, but also give a girl a reason to borrow books from you-this excuse is so good, because those books are so rare. See. Four, matching.This is not to say that you should buy a whole set of books, such as a set of more than 30 essays. If you buy all of them, it will only prove your vulgarity, but if you only buy one or two, it will show that you have good taste. Chi Diao.What I mean by matching is that the collection of books must be systematic, such as Qian Mu, Huang Renyu and Tang Degang. Their works were not published by a publishing house at the beginning, so they must be collected in their entirety, including the books of their wives and disciples, including evaluations commemorating them. This will not only show that you have worked hard to learn something, but also give that girl a reason to keep looking for you, so that she will not be unable to continue after borrowing a book. Five, stale.Buy some old editions of books as much as possible, not only can you save a lot of money - the price of books in China is rising faster than the price of TVs, no wonder so many people are throwing themselves into the arms of TVs, which are more decorative facade.If you have a copy of Hegel's "Logic" published by the Commercial Press in 1974 (the hardcover price is two yuan and sixty cents), others will be amazed at you when they read it: "You started to study Lao Hei thirty years ago. ?!" You nodded inscrutablely, even though you were babbling at that moment. Six, clean.You mustn't have the problem of drawing a picture on a book.If you have a thousand books, in fact, amateurs like you can only read sixty at most. If you smear it, others will be able to compare it immediately: "You have so many books, why have you only read so few?" ?” But if your hands are not so busy, you can take out a brand new book and say, “It’s so damn well written, I’ve read it six times!” In this way, I stepped into the era of "new non-reading doctrine". In the novel, Xiao Shishilang and the beautiful woman Shen Bijun see a lifelike miniature world, and there is a couplet hanging in it: "I often get drunk without drinking, because I don't read books." After writing this, Gu Long couldn't help but praise: "What kind of artistic conception is this? How free and easy!" Yes, it's no big deal if you don't read books.For those who make a living out of books, reading is nothing to brag about.I have a friend who is a doctoral student in the Department of Philosophy of Peking University. He studies Wittgenstein. He told me that there are no more than six people in China who can talk to him. Now he has traveled far away to find resonance in the hometown of Wittgenstein. went.In my opinion, his reading realm is like a blue-collar worker who relies on his strength to eat, no different from a bank worker who counts money quickly and accurately, all of which are his own handicrafts. People who do not rely on books for food mostly want to get warmth and guidance from books.We will only talk about warmth later, but for those who want to gain inspiration and apply what they have learned through reading, there are actually so many truths in life, a few words are enough, and there is no need to read any books at all. A few years after graduating from university, my younger brother was also admitted to the same university.I sent him to report to school, and first had a terrible meal at a Korean barbecue restaurant.He is as full of ambition as all the hairy boys who embark on the journey of life, and he also asks me for the true meaning of life.That day I was so happy that I drank too much, and my mind was very good. The scenes of my life flashed one by one like lightning and flint, so I said to him: "My mother often said, 'If you don't use your strength, you can be idle', 'Speak less. One sentence, others will not sell you as a dumb'. These two sentences are enough." My mother is only in the fourth grade of elementary school, and she lives a down-to-earth life. These two sentences are also endless for us brothers, and they are more effective than other words. Many people who read a lot have a lot of knowledge, but it only ensures that their speech and writing are more beautiful and well-founded, and they can find excuses for themselves to step down when doing things.Their life principles are not used to guide, but to explain their behavior.In fact, many people who do things that are too righteous have nothing to do with whether they read more or not.Those who are devoid of conscience are mostly not illiterate. Putting a few books under your feet can really make you look taller than others.But your real height depends on yourself. In the city there is no my original dream In 1997, I left Shijiazhuang, where I had struggled for six years, and came to Beijing, where I started wandering in the workplace.At that time, I was very excited, the feeling of breaking through the cage and throwing into the furnace. The days after being stationed in Beijing were fresh and exciting. The work I did was often legendary for a while, and the money in my pocket was often a thick pile. face. But, but, what's missing? During those more than three years, I changed four or five places of residence, from the basement to the co-tenant, and I also stayed in other people's offices. I had to leave before they went to get off work and sneak in after they got off work.There is nothing to brag about, but it is pitiful for a person to carry his own small bag from one place to another, and often feel that he is an incomplete self, floating in the air like a toy kite. Why is there such a bottomless feeling?Ordinary people like me do not have the camera-like memory of Mr. Chen Yinke. In the process of reading, they have already transferred some thoughts, memories, feelings and even themselves into the book so that the mind will not be so crowded.Those books that have been read have also become an extension of the gyrus of the brain, a storage place for small luggage, and a part of the means of making a living.At this time, I was no longer just a body with a height of 1.70 meters and a weight of 66 kilograms. Counting the books I had read and the words I had written, I was the whole me.但那一部分，却被丢在了石家庄家里的书架上。 当那些书不在你身边，不能让你随时掰开引证一番时，你的思想是不完整的，记忆是不完整的，灵魂是不完整的，自己也是不完整的。于是那段北漂的日子里，我经常急得一脑门汗，把手伸出去，也是没抓没挠的。有人能身作浮云常傍日，有人能处处无家处处家，有人能将异乡当作故乡，有人能将流放当作远航，但我，却连那一堆书都离不开。 朋友，在我死后，如果是你来处理我的遗像，一定记着，除了这张肉包骨头的脸，还要把我身后的那个书架也取进画框。 用抽屉锁住自己的秘密 在喜爱的书上留下批语 信投进信箱，默默地站一会儿 风中打量着行人，毫无顾忌 留意着霓虹灯闪烁的橱窗 电话间里投进一枚硬币 向桥下钓鱼的老头要支香烟 河上的轮船拉响了空旷的汽笛 在剧场门口幽暗的穿衣镜前 透过烟雾凝视着自己 当窗帘隔绝了星海的喧嚣 灯下翻开褪色的照片和字迹 这首诗名叫《日子》，作者北岛，描募的正是我最愿意过的一种生活。当我一往无前地扎到北京怀抱里的时候，却完全没有想到，事实上自己就是在远离那样的状态。 如今流行用许多指数来量化一些东西，如恩格尔指数、GDP什么的，我不知道有没有一个指数来统计这样一个时间比重——在你一天醒着的时间里，有多少是为了温饱而奔波？姑且称为“温时指数”吧，我相信这是衡量一个人或一个城市生活质量的一个重要指标。 北京无疑是全中国“温时指数”最高的城市。 在北京，每天醒着的时间至少有十三个小时——这首先是一个必须要保证的时间数，其中大约有三个小时需要耗在路上，交通问题是北京最可诅咒的地方；大约有三个小时需要安排各种饭局，饭店老板是北京最可羡慕的职业；大约需要跑三个地方来办各种事儿，这里净是些没多大必要但你又不得不办的事儿；大约能接到三个能挣钱的订单，最好一个也别推掉，因为打车吃饭租房喝酒买书看演出都需要钱，别人还羡慕你有这么多挣钱的机会呢；白天跑完了，晚上需要坐在电脑前处理接到的那些订单；一天跑完了，临睡前躺在床上，还需要拿出三分钟把第二天要做的事情和要走的路设计好…… 坐在马桶上的时间大约是十三分钟，因为这是一天中惟一可以看会儿书的时间；偶尔有点儿闲空，会拿出三秒种的时间同情一下自己，看我像一个蚂蚁一样在骨灰盒般的高楼大厦中穿梭，这里居不易。 北京不是我想象的黄金天堂，都市里没有当初我的梦想。 但我还是来到了北京，然后继续怀疑这样的生活。陈寅恪总结王国维的自杀，说是因为他已经被那种文化所化，我也已经被北京文化所化吧。 我为自己抵抗不住这种选择而沮丧。也许，我根本就不是一个坚定的人。 如果不是二十八岁那么年轻，我大概就不会选择漂泊北京了。 石家庄那样的中等城市，待着好舒服啊，“温时指数”好低啊。在那里，我发明了许多睡觉的方式，如“头碰头”，即从晚上十一点睡到第二天上午十一点，或“头盖头”，可以从凌晨两点睡到第二天下午四点，直到睡得睡不着为止；兴之所至下，我可以半夜从床上爬起来，溜达到朋友家里找他聊会儿天（那个城市出租车的起步价是五元，两公里，我所需要的路程多在这个里程之内）；在那里生活实在不需要许多钱的，哥几个去吃次火锅，饱得直哼哼，算下账来，七个人花了六十元，我那套两室一厅的房子交给单位不到六千元就算自己的了……在那样的一个城市里，每天只需拿出几个小时应付一下就可以满足自己的温饱，剩下的时间和空间全是自己的：用各种姿势躺在床上看书，跑遍整座城市去寻觅一张影碟，打麻将和拖拉机的战士更是随叫随到…… 我们往往是抱着学以致用的态度来看书，在悠闲的地方读书，再去忙碌的城市里施展，被那里吸干你的精血后，然后无聊地老去。我就是这样甘心把自己交给了一个吸血鬼。 像我比较佩服的两个人，李皖（27）和三七。李皖在武汉，当年的一帮媒体精英纷纷到了北京或广州或外国，做成了一些看起来很大的成就，李皖还守望在武汉。这几年过去后，大家升官发财泡妞离婚买车买房，李皖却做成了许多事儿。几个当年的酒友聊起故事，比较一致的结论是，也只有武汉那种寂寞平静的生活，才能让李皖修炼成那样。 当然，不成就什么事业也行，就像三七那样，请允许我抄录一段写他的旧文： 我们在这世上活一遭，总是需要些证明的，有人用学问，有人用才气，有人用金钱，有人用不金钱，有人用某种级别，有人用某个类别，有人用发表的若干万字，有人用阴茎勃起的若干分钟。 但有一种人，活得很沉默，很市井，很没劲。 因为他实在懒得跟别人说些什么。 因为他实在不需要什么身份来装点门面。 因为他实在是提不起什么劲来跟这世界较真。 也只有在石家庄那样的城市，才能包容三七这样的活法。而在北京，哪怕你的不作为，都像是在作秀。 读书是世界上最不坏的事情 2000年的某一天，我从北京回到石家庄。尽管此前也是频繁往来于这两座城市，但这一次，却是怀揣若干份调动文件，要把所有的东西都搬走。 下了大巴，再打车往家赶。出租车驰过的地方，育才街那个电线杆子还躺在路边，哥几个曾经穿着大裤衩坐在上面探讨人生，美女一个个地从身边滑过；科技馆礼堂如今改成了家具店，而此前这里周而复始地放着老电影，永远是固定的搭配，《罗马假日》配《鸳梦重温 》，《出水芙蓉》配《魂断蓝桥》，哦，还有我不朽的《野鹅敢死队》；梆子剧院门口烤羊肉串的小摊依然香烟缭绕，盛夏的傍晚，几个人将其包下来，躲在阿凯的吉普车后面，光着膀子，喝着冰凉的啤酒……那真是神仙般的日子。 流浪的脚步何时能停？我分明感到一种惆怅。 档案、户口、工资单、保险、住房公积金……一个个公章盖下来，一张张脸浮现在眼前，一顿酒接着下一顿酒。去保卫处退自行车存车牌（国家事业单位就有这种福利）时，和小李互道珍重。当年单位搬进新办公楼，淘汰下许多旧家具，我瞄上两个书架，就想随风潜入夜，运物细无声。那两个书架是六十年代产物——用《U-571》中美国兵的那句话夸一下它：“德国佬造的东西真他妈结实”，我根本移之不动，就去传达室叫了小李来帮忙（那时还不知道他姓什么），才搬到宿舍里。因为这次监守自盗，小李与我建立了深厚的友谊。 又去阅览室还书，有若干本实在不愿意还了，老着脸说扣我钱吧。钱倒是其次，像《宋诗选注》才七毛三，就是按照规定罚十倍也没多少——其实这本书已经出了新版的，但我一来喜欢那种小三十二便携式开本，二来重印次数多的书字体发虚——我是怕被别的借书人骂。但阅览室的人们说，不用罚钱了，去给我们买些雪糕吧，反正这些书搁回来也没人看。我忙不迭地下楼，心里哼着小曲。 拿着保卫处、总务处、阅览室等一大堆部门盖过的章，表示都结清了账，我才得以将调动手续办完。 再回来，这里也是异乡了。 石家庄有几家书店，几年来，我见证了他们的创业、兴盛或衰败，也与那些老板有了不大不小的交情。这次告别，也包括他们。 青园街一家小店，门脸不大，却颇有品相，老板下一手好围棋，是这个城市里众多读书人的经常光顾之地。几年前，我在这里发生过一段故事。 有天中午，我踱进书店，店中没有几个人。我注意到老板脸上的表情有些异样。注意一看，原来正在选书的顾客中有一个人是这个城市的省委常委、市委书记——我们经常要在电视上见到的。 我挑了两本书，然后去结帐。由于我是常客，所以老板拿出计算器来算一下，要给我打一个折扣。这大概需要一段时间，我便在旁边等着，这时一只手伸过来，将几本书压在老板的计算器上：“来，先给算一下。” 我扭头一看，书记正往书店外面走，结帐的看样子是他的秘书或司机之类。 老板只好将我的帐目先销掉，然后开始打他们的帐。 大概是天热影响情绪，或是出于对秘书这一人种的天生反感，一贯被人加塞惯了的我这次爆脾气发作，用手拍了一下已经挤在我前面的这个人的肩膀：“唉，怎么回事？” “怎么了？”那人很奇怪地看着我。 “有没有一点读书人的样子？” “老赵有急事。”那人说。书记姓赵。 “你怎么知道我没有急事？”我反问。 已经走到外面的书记听到动静，返身走回来，用眼光发出询问。 “该我先结帐。”我说。 “你这是怎么回事？！”书记对那个人说道。 老板先把我的帐结了。 从那以后，老板给我打的折扣更低，有了好书还先给暖住。我也很得意于他对我的刮目相看，将这段一共进行了六句的对话对周围的知识分子复述了六次。 与老板告别，告诉他以后不用给我留书了，他又提起这段故事。我笑了一下，对他说，如今再有人夸我，我就会说：“我不同意你的观点，但我要誓死捍卫你说这种话的权利。” 老板大笑。是的，以后我不再拿这种轻飘飘的荣光说事儿了。我确是曾经勇敢过，但也怯懦过，我牛逼过，但也操蛋过。没有人知道我内心的彷徨、犹豫、分裂和挣扎，连我自己也看不清。 再也没有什么字眼可以概括一个活生生的人，我就是这么泥沙俱下良莠不齐。 然后，要把这个家搬到北京了。 除了太太的钢琴和我的“黑格尔”电脑，就是那些书。我拿着角尺和计算器，仔细计算了一下这些书的总体积，然后得出一个结论：要把这些书装在纸箱里迁移，共需要五六十个容积为零点四立方米的纸箱。 我叫了一辆出租车，几乎走遍城市，终于找到一个纸箱厂。与厂家一番交涉，发现适合我用的纸箱只有一种，箱外印的字是“梦中情人超级保险套”，四百磅黑体字，加粗三级，右倾二十五度，阳字立体，格外有气势，看了就让人性起。 站在高大的厂房里（得有四层楼高），看着一垛垛的纸箱平放着堆到房顶，不得不感慨国人对其需求量之大。我当时脑子飞速地运算了一下，平均每一秒中，这世界上有多少对男女在做爱？天，我居然产生了一些诗意，诗风恰似里尔克（28）。 将六十个纸箱运回家，开始装箱、编号、用胶带封好。战斗了整整一天，排满一堵墙的书架终于空了。当年一起往马桶里撒尿的另两头男人，一个已经离婚，一个已经离了两次婚，他们的书架早不知失散到何处，我家这块最后的风景，也在时间的河中消散了。 清晨，石家庄的一家搬家公司将这些箱子搬到朋友提供的货车上，一路飞奔，到达北京，然后是北京的一家搬家公司守侯在新家的楼下，两位朋友也应召而来。 当那些“梦中情人”的超级纸箱被堆在楼门口时，邻居全侧目相看，过往少妇全饶有兴趣地盯着俺们的裆部，我们的脸迅速羞红。 把纸箱一个个拆开，将一摞摞书摆到书架上，顺便掸掉上面的灰尘，偶尔翻几页，忆起当初买它读它时的情景，发觉这次搬家还是挺好的。 书来了，家才家。 在北京安顿下来后，我发现了自己的贱：石家庄的家很小，却能很舒服地躺着看书，北京的家宽敞了许多，却经常是一个人躲在最角落的阳台上，呆呆地思考人生，不知所终。难道真的是越空的地方，人就越虚？ 不管怎么说，书还是要读的。印地安纳·琼斯系列的《圣战奇兵》一集，琼斯父子被德国兵抓住。一个德国军官轻佻地用手里的一枝钢笔抽打着老琼斯的脸，老琼斯忍无可忍，猛地将其手中的钢笔夺下来，瞪着他狠狠地说：“你要多读两年书，就不会这样了！”老琼斯由肖恩·康纳利饰演，气度威严，那厮灰溜溜地收回了手，脸上的肌肉群组成“尴尬”两个字。 尽管我现在更多的时间献给了影碟，但对书还是有特殊感情的。中有一集，敌人攻上了“企业号”飞船，船长带着一个美女东躲西藏的，最后进了图书馆。只见他拿出一个芯片，说是一部什么小说，然后插进去，诺大的图书馆马上成了一个三维立体电影世界，演绎着小说中的故事，他们得以混迹其中。这一段看得我很是气闷——难道未来文明高度发达后，所谓的读书就是看电影？他们难道就不知道文字的魅力和多义性是任何图象都取代不了的吗？他们难道就不担心将小说拍成电影的导演是张艺谋或张纪中吗？Damn! 写到这里，我不得不也骂上自己一句，我是在写读书的事儿啊，怎么列举的例证都是电影他们家的？Damn! 我转过头，眼光投向身后的书架，心中突然涌起很久没有涌起的渴望。 读书吧，从三十四岁开始。 这个记忆碎片，拉拉杂杂写了快一个月，一边越拖越长越写越多恨自己车轱辘话说个没完，一边不时思考着用什么话来收尾。 再三思量，俺确定了三个结尾。 结尾A（摘自三七《重温》一文）： 重温是我的乐趣，并不只是新书中才有新的东西。如果一本书是用作者自己真正的经验和思想写成的，它就和一种完整的人生一样，永远有新的意义等待发现，永远能够拉着我们的手去重新审视自己。这样的书是一个老友，与你一同成长，分享你的秘密，预见你将要经历的一些事情，并用他的故事来安慰你、引导你，允许你享用他的头脑和经验。人生得一知己足矣。对这样的一本书，假如我们也会遗忘，那只是因为我们遗忘了曾经的情感经历，遗忘了我们拥有过的一些东西，正如我们通常遗忘贫贱之交一样。 重温，我们会吗？我们不会的。除非到了人生的终点，在那个挂钟不停地计算我们的时间的夜晚，那个不再有早晨的夜晚，我们也许会被内心的冲动从梦中惊醒，打开手电，来到放杂物的屋子。我们在找什么？在尘土和蛛网下有一本书。当僵直的手指翻开那些发黄的书页时，我们的热泪会夺眶而出吗？ 结尾B（摘自俺曾经写过的一个贴子）： 我是相信年龄这种东西的，现在的我，就是一个三十四岁男人的心态。 二十四岁的我，喝酒是为了以后喝更好的酒，读书是为了以后自己个儿写书，交朋友是为了以后有更有面子的朋友，和女孩交往是为了以后能跟她做一辈子这样的事情。 但是，如今的我已经三十四岁了，我喝酒就是因为喝酒的感觉挺好我就想喝，读书就是因为那本书闯入我的眼帘我就想读它，交朋友是因为那个人让我想跟他在一块坐会儿，和女孩套磁是因为我想看到她的笑脸，哪怕只是现在，一个略显长久的瞬间。 我要的生活已经就在我的眼前。我眼前的种种不再是途中的凉亭，过往的街道，甚至就可以做为我死前的风景，死后的坟茔。 在上天结束我的生命之前，让我能看多少就是多少，即使不能把手头的这一本书读完。 结尾C（为满足某种带有强迫症的习惯，凑六句）： 这时的我，从事的职业就是出版，深深知道自己造了多少垃圾。每年的全国图书订货会，到处都是“做”出来的书，挂羊头卖狗肉，扯虎皮做大旗，为婊子树牌坊，拿肉麻当有趣。透过那些五花八门的书，我看到的是被造成纸浆的小树苗们在呻吟在哭泣。 这时的我，不再吹嘘某本书很久以前就读过，那就像六岁就开始睡童养媳的阔少爷一样，不具实质内容。 这时的我，不再将一些门面书“漫不经心”地扔在床上，证明着我的口味。对那些难于理解的读物，我要表示出躲之惟恐不及的敬意。 这时的我，不再追求什么印数低的偏门书。其实人这一辈子读不了几本书的，与其把力气用在那些旁门左道上，还不如规规矩矩看完几本口碑相传的名著有用。 这时的我，经常不忍心去逛中国书店（29）。看到那些簇新的旧书，才知道人类的文明成果并没有多少被认真吸收，要不这世界也不至于混蛋成这样。 这时的我，开始打心眼里相信，读书是世界上最不坏的事情。 胡斐的这一刀，到底是劈向结尾A、结尾B，还是结尾C（30）？ Note （1）网上的名称叫“北方影武者”，职业编剧，以博览群书并喜欢掉书袋而在朋友圈中颇有恶名，“鹦鹉”是其昵称。 （2）关于人体结构的素描口诀。 （3）另一种说法是“少不读《水浒》，老不看《三国》”。 （4）作者赵振开，即诗人北岛。 （5）原话为“十七岁女生的温柔，其实是很那个的”（李宗盛歌曲）。 （6）这段话的母本如今实在是妇孺皆知了，出自《大话西游》。 （7）典出金庸。 （8）《江城子》，苏轼。 （9）顾颉刚（1893一1980），著名历史学家，民俗学家。 （10）《琵琶行》，白居易。 （11）大薮春彦为日本侦探小说作家，继西村寿行后，其作品一度在中国流行。 （12）本书作者是博尔赫斯，当时也属于小众读物。 （13）尼采著作，当年也畅销得近乎流俗。 （14）好莱坞影星，因绯闻不断而被称为“种马”，拆散了甜姐儿梅格·瑞安的婚姻，却始乱终弃。 （15）一部反映原始人生活的艺术影片，之所以这么走俏，全是因为据说“里面的演员都不穿衣服”。 （16）美国作家托马斯·沃尔夫的著作。 （17）典出金庸。 （18）丹麦杰出的文学批评家，其巨著《十九世纪文学主流》曾由人民文学出版社出版。 （19）美国作家，其作品《光荣与梦想——1932-1972年美国实录》传诵一时。 （20）《流放者归来》与《伊甸园之门》皆为当时轰动一时的美国文学史论著作。 （21）苏联幽默讽刺大师。 （22）燕莎、赛特均为北京豪华商场。 （23）一部以《列宁在十月》为蓝本改编的幽默剧，反映央视“东方时空”的诸多人与事，在网上流传甚广。 （24）全名为《停滞的帝国——两个世界的撞击》，阿兰·佩雷菲特（法）著，三联书店1993年首版。 （25）正确的说法应该是肯尼·基（Kenny G）。 （26）范烟桥（1894－1967），学名镛，字味韶，号烟桥，著名作家、南社社员。 （27）李皖，乐评人，著有《回到歌唱》、《听者有心》、《民谣流域》等书，先居武汉。 （28）赖内·马利亚·里尔克（1875-1926），奥地利诗人。 （29）中国书店是搜集古籍文物、流通古旧图书的专业书店，总部在北京琉璃厂西街，并有几家分店，是书虫淘旧书的去处。 （30）典出金庸的结尾。