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第一季《朗读者》已经落下帷幕,它的短暂告别带给我的更多是难忘和不舍。在现今这样一个信息高度发达的社会,我们很多人的业余时间都是在打游戏、刷微信、追电视剧中度过,能静下心来捧起一本书阅读的人寥寥无几。当鲁迅的《呐喊》被人们扔在角落里,当马尔克斯的《百年孤独》闲置在书架上,当丹尼尔·笛福的《鲁滨孙漂流记》被压在书桌最底层,当《法海,你不懂爱》被奉为神曲,当被翻拍的《西游记》成了笑料,当网络小说中的修仙玄幻被尊为神来之笔,我们是否应该停下来审视自己:我们有多久没有
The first season “reader” has come to an end, its brief farewell brought me more memorable and dismay. In a highly developed society like ours today, many of us spend much of our spare time playing games, brushing WeChat, chasing after a TV series, and few of us are able to stop and read a book. When Lu Xun’s “cry” was thrown in the corner, when Marquez’s “One Hundred Years of Solitude” was idle on the shelf, Daniel Defoe’s “Robinson Crusoe” was pressed to the bottom of the desk, Sea, you do not know love “is regarded as the Divine Comedy, when the remake of” Journey to the West "became a joke, when the cultivation of fantasy in network fiction was respected as a pens, should we stop to look at ourselves: how long we have not