一本好书会让人痴迷,让人沉醉,让人深陷其中无法自拔,这大抵也是数的魅力所在。我一页页地翻着这本书,目光锁在那一行行的黑色铅字上。读着读着,我竟不知不觉地从自己对现实的感知中抽离出去,越来越远。倏地一下,我被书中的故事情节掳走,就像是被河水的激流裹挟而下的一片树叶。我打着旋儿,陷入那昏暗骇人的漩涡之中,在里面翻滚不停,越陷越深,最终感受到的只剩下黑色河面上那一片骇人的死寂。 A good book will be obsessed, people intoxicated, people are unable to extricate themselves, which probably is the charm of the number. I flipped the book page by page, with my eyes locked in the black print on that line. Reading and reading, I unconsciously pulled away from my perception of reality, farther and farther. Taken about, I was abducted by the stories in the book, like a leaf trapped by the river’s torrent. I swirled, plunged into the dusky scruffy whirlpool, tumbling inside, deeper and deeper, and finally felt the horrifying silence of the black river.