3月3日，我们在全美读书日这天发起了征文活动，希望读者写下自己的阅读感悟。到截止日期，我们收到了许多热心读者的来信。经过我们内部商讨，恭喜江苏省南通市读者沙湖《读书使生命灿烂》获奖，她将收到我们提供的苏斯博士最畅销的一套双语儿童读物。此外，还有一些读者的文章也一样优秀，但由于奖品有限，在此对他们表示抱歉，经过同意我们也将他们的文章刊登在使馆博客上。本文标题为编辑所加。

全美读书日征文：《读书与我的成长和认知》

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全美读书日征文：我的阅读感悟 

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我的阅读感悟

黑龙江省牡丹江市 秦婉君

春天是一年的起始季节，也是常言说的一年之计的时节。在这个草长莺飞阳光明媚的三月，拿起来一本好书并且专心阅读是一种很不错的享受。而我也在这种熟悉而又新鲜的阅读过程中，想起了从前那些日子里，读书所带给自己的愉悦与收获。课堂上的教科书和教辅自不必说，这是从小到大每个新学期都会领到的新任务。我自己却总是会从书架上，书店里，发现其他的书籍，或有趣，或诙谐，或严肃，或诡谲的风格都会引起我的好奇和关注。书籍的寻找和发现，最好的场所就是书店和图书馆，而在我所居住的小城，这两个读书的地方都有人专注地经营着，给小城的居民，给正在成长中的我们带来新鲜的阅读体验。

查令街84号不仅仅是个门牌号，更是一种阅读的归属感。在市中心也有这样一家书店，总是会进新书和经典作品的小书店。一对夫妇是老板，在挑选书籍的顾客旁边，他们会推荐一些容易忽视的好作品，而不仅仅是畅销的成功学读物。书店并不大，盛满书的书架占满了大部分的空间。午休的时候，因为离学校不远，会走着过去看订购的书到了没有。老板也会热心地查一下记录，看看书有没有因为路途的遥远和城市的偏远被耽搁在路上。上海译文，人民文学，三联，这些出版社是书店的常客。商务出版社的那套经典作品译丛，素洁的封面总是有它们固定的位置。每当有一本书被买走，便会有新的一本填补上空缺，和目录相比永远不会少了你需要的那本。学生们在这里是受到欢迎和关照的，虽然手头的零花钱并不十分宽裕，还是会一个月买几本书，拿回班级里和同学交换着看。老板也会适当给一些折扣，还会介绍一下新来的书。在这个并不大的空间中，我不止一次看见同班同届的同学出没，彼此打个招呼，有种心照不宣的爱书默契，仿佛拉近了我们的距离。

如果有天堂，天堂应该是图书馆的模样。图书馆是安静而沉默的，其中的秘密和乐趣需要我徜徉浏览过一个个堆满书的架子才能发现。有时候在学校的语文课本里看到某位作家的作品，觉得写得真不错，于是到图书馆查一下他的其他作品，坐在木质的桌子旁边，静静地阅读不同于教科书所选择的风格和故事。或者是在物理课上有那些感觉新奇的概念，借阅一些浅显易懂的科普读物，来加深对那些公式的理解。当然也可以不这么与课业相关，到楼下的杂志报纸阅览处，可以看见时评和新闻，也有最新上映影片的动态，也可以瞥一下儿各路明星的动态八卦。图书馆的氛围有助于专注，一本书可以度过一个下午，没有孤单的感觉，完全是沉浸在书中的幸福。累的时候可以向远处眺望，蓝色的天空上漂浮着丝缕般的云彩，晴空万里之上，是渐渐西沉的太阳。当夜幕降临，合上已经阅读到一大半的书，夹上一片书签，期待明天再一次的相遇。

阅读的体验是一种陪伴的感觉，有书籍和我一起成长，成长的同时对一些自己曾深爱的书又有了不同的理解。小时候最喜欢看的书是萧红的《呼兰河传》，在大学上美国文学课的时候，被老师问到最喜欢那个作家，萧红是我的回答。他说，她的一生颠沛流离，客死他乡，是什么吸引了你呢？我说，她是一个理想主义者，她所寻找的东西是那些美好的爱情和幸福。当这些特质在家乡消失的时候，她选择去远方寻找，当远方的风景也趋于幻灭，她选择用心书写，从心灵中寻找可以抚慰人生的美好和平静。她永远没有放弃对自身的探寻，她的家人，她的家乡，她所遇到的人和物，可能被伤害，但是她从未停止希望和寻找。

以下是我对《呼兰河传》的一点感悟，也可能我从这本孤寂平静的书中，找到一些共鸣，一些同属于孤单童年的回忆。

When I was in grade 4 of primary school, a passage in my Chinese textbook drew my attention. It was an excerpt from a book, which was called “Legend of Hulan River”. What a pity that I couldn’t translate the superb description of the sunset clouds into another language, because it’s changeable, amazing and colorful.  At that time, our Chinese teacher only mentioned that the composition was about the nature beauty, but I became more interested of the whole novel. Luckily, I found one copy in my bookshelf and then a long journey started, a journey to explore the writer’s lonely childhood and meanwhile, honor my past memory.

The fiction or exactly the half-biography of the writer, Xiao Hong, was like a silent Chinese wash painting, although it tells a story happened in northeast. A little girl grew up in a declining bureaucrat family and sought her own happiness in daily life. Her situation seemed like the past reflection of mine. Transferred to a new school, I knew nobody; nobody showed his or her enthusiasm to talk to me. In my pale spare time, this novel was like a guide, leading me to find enjoyable things to enjoy myself. Inside the book, the little girl had her secret garden and she could play with the butterflies or just watch the flowers gloom. Outside the book, I sat quietly in my room and played the piano or just watched the stars shine.  I hid myself deeply and kept away from the strangers, only the lines in that novel could warm my heart, the same fate, the similar scenes: both little towns, both cold winters and both kind people around. But who could understand us? I imagined a place where I could gain fantastic experiences and meet other interesting partners. The hope was fading just like the muddle flame burning in my mind. The passion, the innocence, the pureness of a little girl was all swallowed by the black hole----loneliness.

Unexpectedly, my life changed a lot, the sunshine shined in my days again. Yes, it owed too that novel, too. Xiao Hong didn’t let the light keep dim long, at the end of the fiction, she poured all her expectation upon one character, which was called “the Feng with an askew mouth”. His virtuous wife died and left him two boys. He went on working and raised his children on his own. He was steadfast, persevering and didn’t care about others’ doubtful opinions. I looked back my life, were the difficulties in front of mine tougher than his? And whether the classmates and teachers were colder or meaner than the villagers in the novel? I felt a bit ashamed that I was always looking for a way to escape reality but I didn’t have the braveness to face a different life. Thanks to Xiao Hong, who not only provided me with her “blue” memory but also offered me the precious courage although it only appeared in the end. I stepped out my space and tried to get my happy ending of the childhood.

The same loneliness spread all over the childhood of the writer’s and mine. She showed her minute description to all and her novel accompanied me through the way from childishness to maturity. My memory was stamped with the brand of this novel.

Just like the lines in the end, the writer said:“The things I’ve written all above aren’t very graceful stories, only because my childhood’s memory was full of them, I can’t forget and it’s hard to forget them, that’s the reason I wrote them down here.” An urban girl, who was looking up into the sky with her loneliness, disappeared in the river of no return.

阅读的故事还将继续，电子书的盛行不知道会不会让全民阅读时代提前到来。现在我还是想拿起来一本小说，让作者的情节带我体验一段未知的旅程。