我在逼仄的乡村里通过阅读寻找慰藉,又何尝不是在拼命地挤上列车,和这个时代进行精神接轨。博尔赫斯作品集中有一篇“自白”题献给他的母亲,那位活了99岁、博览群书的女士。在那段充满独白的文字里,我看到了不一样的人生体验,譬如博尔赫斯的童年礼物,他的家世,以及他母亲在阅读上对他的影响。这是我一辈子没有得到过的恩典。但这位操持数种语言,读书无数的图书馆馆长、大文豪,让我想起自己卑微而不失价值的读书记忆。多年前的一个夜晚,我蹲在马路边,借着路灯的昏暗亮光 I find comfort in reading in the cramped countryside, and why not push the train desperately, with the spirit of this era. Borges has a “Confession” dedicated to his mother, the 99-year-old woman who has read a lot of books. During that monologue, I saw a different life experience, such as Borges’s childhood gift, his family life, and his mother’s reading on him. This is the grace I have never had before. However, this language manager, countless library curators, great writer, reminds me of his humble but without losing the value of reading memory. One night many years ago, I squatted by the road, by the dim light of the street light