一館書香,一室靜美

1、一館書香 ,一室靜美I often find a room in my school s library that reminds me of a cell in a 1 ) monastery. The room is white and perfectly still. Here ， I move fluidly through my notes ， textbook ， 2) atlas of human anatomy， and back again， without the distraction of even a breath. For me ， studying has bec

2、ome a solitary ritual ， but I am not alone. There are other students in identical rooms ， heads hinged down， shoulders hovered above fiberglass tables， reading as if they were searching for something elsewhere.This library was built forty years ago when no architect seemed to care much about aesthet

3、ics. The walls and ceilings are a mixture of stones and pieces of shells ， stuck together in a sea of gray. A rusted black and yellow sign bolted near the entrance designates it as a 3)fallout shelter. Now ， 4)inclement weather is what sounds the 5) sirens and sends the crowds inside. I sometimes he

4、ar them from my little room ， raise my head from my books， crack the door ， and watch as the drenched street dwellers mill among the stacks. After a few minutes ， I return and figure out where it was I left off.I believe in those rooms. And in libraries. I also believe in kitchens ， coffee shops and

5、 park benches， and the shade of oak trees. These places allow studying to temporarily remove me from this uncertain ， sometimes tragic world. It s a kind of 6 ) asylum. When I focus down into my books ， the pages are all I see， and my thoughts are all I hear. Everything else disappears. Studying bec

6、omes a communion in which I read and 7 ) assimilate and grow. It steadies me. It flings me back toward myself like a reflection ， until I have but one focus ： the insightful person I hope to be.At the end of the day， I return to studying the way one returns home. After dinner ， I drive against the f

7、low of traffic back to the library. In my 8 ) sterile room， I seat myself. It s only me， this simple student ， some lecture notes， a couple books， and a pen. The laws of physics are here too， pressing me deep into this cold chair. The world is now silenced. My eyes scan whats laid before me. Here， i

8、n this 9 )embryology text ， is an illustration of the primitive structures of the human heart， the 10)bulbus cordis and the 11) conus arteriosis. And over there， the adult heart， in full developed form. My eyes shift from one picture to the other. I take more notes ， doodle ， stare at a blank wall ，

9、 and let my eyes adjust. Somewhere in all this， a 12)synapse fires. A new pathway forms. So this is how the heart came to be shaped the way it is！ But I feel something separate from that. Learning something new is like a small 13 ) epiphany. I finally get it.我時(shí)常覺得學(xué)校圖書館的某個(gè)書房，會(huì)讓我聯(lián)想到修道 院里的單人小室。那書房潔白光亮，

10、靜謐得幾近完美。在這 里，我在筆記、課本、人體解剖學(xué)圖譜中流暢徜徉，來來回 回，就連一絲呼吸也無法讓我分神。于我而言，學(xué)習(xí)已經(jīng)成 為一個(gè)獨(dú)自的儀式， 然而我并不孤單。 在其他相似的書房里， 別的學(xué)生埋頭苦讀，雙肩撐懸在玻璃纖維書桌上，如同在別 處有所尋覓似地閱讀著。這座圖書館建于四十年前，那時(shí)的建筑師似乎都不太注 重建筑的美觀性。圖書館的墻壁和天花板是石塊和貝殼由一 汪灰泥粘砌而成。入口附近釘著一塊銹跡斑斑、黃黑相間的 標(biāo)志牌，表明這里也是一個(gè)放射性物體避難所。如今，惡劣 的天氣才是致使汽笛鳴響，將人們趕往館內(nèi)的原因。有時(shí)， 我在我的小書房里聽見他們的動(dòng)靜，從書本里抬起頭來，打 開門，看著被雨

11、水浸濕通透的街坊在書架之間慌亂穿梭。幾 分鐘后，我才回過神來，尋回剛才卒讀之處。我篤信這些書房。我篤信圖書館。我也篤信廚房、咖啡 店和公園里的長(zhǎng)木凳，還有橡樹的樹蔭。這些地方使得學(xué)習(xí) 可以暫時(shí)將我?guī)щx這變幻莫測(cè)、間或悲慘的世界。它在某種 程度上是一個(gè)避難所。當(dāng)我聚精會(huì)神于書本之中，雙眼所見 皆為書頁(yè)，雙耳所聞皆為我的思想。 其他的一切全都消失了 學(xué)習(xí)成了一種交流，我在其中閱讀、消化和成長(zhǎng)。它使我變 得沉著。它將我拋回給我自己，就像倒影一般，直到我找到 唯一的焦點(diǎn)：那個(gè)我希望成為的擁有洞察力的人。一天結(jié)束時(shí)，我像人們回家那樣回歸學(xué)習(xí)。晚餐后，我 逆著車流驅(qū)車回到圖書館。在我的“無菌室”里，我坐了下 來。這里只有我，一個(gè)純粹的學(xué)生，一些課程筆記、幾本書 和一支筆。物理學(xué)法則也存在于此，將我深深地壓向這冷冰 冰的椅子。世界此刻靜默了。我的雙眼掃描著眼前的一切。 在這邊，在這胚胎學(xué)的課本里，有一幅插