如果你去参观印刷厂,一定会发现,每一秒钟,都有无数色彩斑斓的书页从机器口中吐出,然后装订成册,涌向无数的书城、书店、书摊。据不完全统计,仅美国一个国家,一天便有3000多本新书诞生。在这无数本还来不及变旧便被淹没的书中,有一类书,却一直散发着淡淡的温润的光,离我们不很近,但一直不远。书脊上,一个个名字闪烁如星:鲁迅、巴金、老舍、冰心、 If you go to visit the printing plant, you will find that every second, there are countless colorful pages spit out from the machine mouth, and then bound into books, flock to countless bookstores, bookstores, bookstalls. According to incomplete statistics, more than 3,000 new books are born in one day in the U.S. alone. Among the numerous books which were too late to become old, they were submerged. There was a class of books that had been exuding a touch of gentle light, not far from us, but not far off. Spine, a name flashing stars such as: Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Lao She, Bing Xin,