我已记不清这是第几遍给学生讲解《祝福》了。我只记得每一次给学生上课之前,我都会仔仔细细地将原文阅读一遍。记忆告诉我,每次阅读时,我都感觉我所面对的是一个全新的文本。我还记得,有一次讲课之前,那种阅读经历是难以忘怀的——我居然哭了。我感觉到我所面对的不是文字,而是一群苦难的生灵在互相折磨和践踏,心中一派荒凉。伟大作家的内心众生平等。我知道,如果换成一个二、三流作家,甚至是一个优秀作家去书写这 I can not remember how often this is to explain “blessings” to students. I just remember every time before class to the students, I will carefully and carefully read the original again. Memory tells me that every time I read, I felt that I was facing a completely new text. I still remember that kind of reading experience was unforgettable before one lecture - I actually cried. I feel that what I face is not words, but a group of suffering creatures torment and trample on each other, desolate in their hearts. The great writer’s inner beings are equal. I know, if you switch to a second or third-rate writer, or even a good writer to write this