On the train reading

Time is slow, it is a good time to read. I’m ashamed to say that I lost my book the first time I read on the train. It was on the train from Bengbu to Urumqi, watching the prose collection “Wen du ink mark” written by Chen Suoju, a writer in Tongcheng, his hometown. This prose collection about the landscape and culture of Tongcheng was given by Mr. Chen’s disciple Mr. Bai Meng. It took more than 40 hours’ drive to see it with great interest. But until now, I don’t know how such a book was lost. Did you get off the train in a hurry and leave it in the car seat or were led away by the same kind of people? Two years later, I went back to my hometown to visit my relatives. I met teacher Bai Meng who sent me books for the first time. I talked to her about the books she sent me and the experience of losing books. She said that she would send me another book, but that day, I used the contribution fee to buy a set of heavy seven books named Chen Suoju collected works published by Anhui Literature and Art Publishing House. The chapters in “Wen du Mo Chen” were all collected in the anthology, and finally there was no excuse to ask teacher Bai Meng for books. Because the distance between the working place and hometown is too far away, and the nature of work, there is almost one experience of spending a long time on the train every year. Reading is also the best choice. In the first year of work, I went home from Yili and read “Xiu Lu Ji” written by Mr. Sun Li. This Xiulu collection, one of the ten kinds (this name was known two years later) of Geng Tang who was robbed from the old bookstall at a low price of 2.5 yuan, perhaps because he was too young and experienced, he couldn’t understand Mr. Sun Li’s painstaking work condensed by his whole life in his later years. This thin brochure, I read it for dozens of hours along the way, but at last I only remembered a sentence in my dream that the more I knew the way to go back home, the more I could read Sangzi. Remember this sentence, probably because I was homesick when I started to go out at the age of 19, let alone reading it on my way home. What made me not expect was that it was the “Xiu Lu Ji” which looked very ordinary at that time that made me fall in love with Mr. Sun Li’s articles nearly two years later, collecting all the articles that could be collected and reading them again and again, and a set of complete works of writers “Sun Li” was finally put on my bookshelf, which was also the first set of complete works of writers I owned. In addition to this book Xiu Lu Ji, the books read on the train are always unforgettable. That year, I went from Yili to Xinyu, Jiangxi to attend the annual meeting of the National Newspaper Supplement Research Association, and the car changed to train, and then the train changed to car, stop and go, what I carried with me was “Sun Fuyuan prose” published by Baihua Literature and Art Publishing House. This prose collection with many travel notes is suitable for reading on such a journey. Reading while walking, reading while thinking, walking and reading, reading and thinking, I came back and wrote an article “Xinyu: arriving quietly” to participate in the essay of supplement Research Association in that year, and unexpectedly won the first prize. After thinking about it, the award of this article has something to do with the article I read on the way. After the annual meeting, I went back to Yili to see two volumes of “Collected Works of Chu Anping” compiled by Zhang Qinghua. The interest in Chu Anping was entirely caused by Mr. Xie Yong’s related research articles. What I didn’t expect was that I lay on the train berth for dozens of hours, reading the scroll with relish, and writing down many reading notes in the blank space of the book pages. When I got off the train, I even felt strange that I could read some political articles of Mr. Chu Anping and so on in such a wandering and noisy environment, and also read interesting articles. So amazing. Finally, I had another vacation back home. Before leaving, wandering in front of the bookshelf, I want to choose a book to read on the road. Choose and choose, and finally bring Mr. Wang Zengqi’s prose collection “food of hometown” published by Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House. The binding is simple, compact, and the content is interesting, which is suitable for the train to see. The train journey of more than 40 hours is no longer long and boring because of such a book. On the train, the book of Xinyi was in hand, and it was very good to read. The roar of wheels and the snoring of passengers suddenly disappeared, and the book was my whole world. It was written in Tongcheng home on the night of January 6, 2002

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