我一直为自己的浅陋而苦恼。小时候,虽然也读过诸如“书是人类进步的阶梯”、“为中华之崛起而读书”之类的句子,但并不懂深意;读过几本《作文通讯》、《儿童文学》、《小溪流》之类的刊物,至于名著就只翻过几遍《红楼梦》了。可即使是这 I have always been distressed by my own carelessness. When I was a child, I read sentences such as “The book is a ladder for human progress” and “Reading for the rise of China”, but I didn’t understand profound meaning; I read several “Communications” and “Children”. Literature such as “Literature” and “Little Stream” are just a few times the “A Dream of Red Mansions”. But even this is