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一場末日浩劫後的未來，神秘的病毒毀滅瞭文明，受害者喪失過去的記憶，變身為吃活人的僵屍，幸存的人類建立起堅固的高牆堡壘，以防止飢餓的僵屍們，成群結隊闖進來獵食…。然而，這種看似傳統活屍片的背景設定，卻因男主角R的齣現而顛覆一切！R是個沒有記憶、心跳的僵屍，卻懷抱著許多夢想，他的內心世界充滿驚奇與渴望。某日R正在獵食人類時，竟然煞到瞭一位溫暖、燦爛的活生生女孩茱莉，R不但沒吃掉她的腦袋，還決定救她一命，讓她免於遭受R的僵屍同伴吞噬。 對原本形如槁木死灰的R而言，茱莉的齣現，簡直是蒼灰陰鬱中一抹奔放艷麗的色彩。於是一段緊張而又異常溫柔的甜蜜關係就此展開。
R悄悄把茱莉帶迴他稱為傢的地方，即一座滿布僵屍的機場，並讓她躲在一架廢棄的767波音客機上，裏麵有他到處搜集而來的“寶藏”，包括黑膠唱片、雪景水晶球、樂器等。接下來的幾天，他們在這個隱匿處意外地共度瞭愜意的日子，在不知不覺之中，活潑的茱莉喚起R遺忘已久的人性情感，而她也開始瞭解到他不隻是個慢動作、眼神呆滯的行屍走肉。
茱莉很睏惑自己對於R的感情，於是帶著復雜情緒返迴人類城市。她父親是無情的僵屍獵人，領導人類大軍捍衛他們僅存的高牆傢園。同時，害相思病的R開始産生前所未有的改變，他相信自己與茱莉的相知相惜能夠拯救無論是生是死的人類，不過他齣現在她傢門口時，很快就掀起活人和僵屍（以及皮包骨）之間的全麵性混戰，而這也威脅到這一對奇跡戀人未來能否在一起的可貴機會。
這種事從沒發生過，不但不閤邏輯，也違背瞭規矩，不但改變瞭R，也改變他的僵屍同伴，甚至讓死氣沉沉的世界齣現瞭生機。然而，在那陰森腐敗的世界裏，想要完成夢想，他們還需要一場革命……
內容簡介
R is a young man with an existential crisis--he is a zombie. He shuffles through an America destroyed by war, social collapse, and the mindless hunger of his undead comrades, but he craves something more than blood and brains. He can speak just a few grunted syllables, but his inner life is deep, full of wonder and longing. He has no memories, noidentity, and no pulse, but he has dreams.After experiencing a teenage boy's memories while consuming his brain, R makes an unexpected choice that begins a tense, awkward, and stragely sweet relationship with the victim's human girlfriend. Julie is a blast of color in the otherwise dreary and gray landscape that surrounds R. His decision to protect her will transform not only R, but his fellow Dead, and perhaps their whole lifeless world.
Scary, funny, and surprisingly poignant, Warm Bodies is about being alive, being dead, and the blurry line in between.
《溫暖的屍體》講述瞭一個叫做“R”的僵屍和一個他殺死的人類的女友之間的浪漫關係，這段關係引發瞭連鎖反應，不僅改變瞭他和他的僵屍夥伴，也改變瞭整個僵屍世界。
作者簡介
Isaac Marion was born near Seattle in 1981 and has lived in and around that city ever since. Deciding to forgo college in favor of direct experience, he dived into writing while still in high school and self-published three terrible novels before finally hitting his stride with Warm Bodies, his first published work. He currently splits his time between writing in Seattle and hunting inspiration on cross-country RV trips. Visit IsaacMarion.com.精彩書評
“I never thought I could care so passionately for a zombie. Isaac Marion has created the most unexpected romantic lead I've ever encountered, and rewritten the entire concept of what it means to be a zombie in the process. This story stayed with me long after I was done reading it. I eagerly await the next book by Isaac Marion.”(Stephenie Meyer, #1 New York Times Bestselling author of the Twilight series)
“A mesmerising evolution of a classic contemporary myth.”
(Simon Pegg, New York Times bestselling author of Nerd Do Well)
“Warm Bodies is a terrific book—a compelling literary fantasy which is also a strange and affecting pop-culture parable.”
(Nick Harkaway, author of The Gone-Away World)
“Isaac Marion has a great new voice that hooks you from page one and accomplishes the impossible: it makes you care about young zombie love. Warm Bodies is a terrific read.”
(Josh Bazell, New York Times bestselling author of Beat the Reaper)
“Enormous fun.”
(Marie Claire (UK))
“Wryly playful, cinematic, and ultimately moving.”
(Time Out London)
“Has there been a more sympathetic monster since Frankenstein's?”
(The Financial Times)
“It’s got the boarded-up strongholds and mob mentality of Night of the Living Dead—but also romance. As the evil thing resists its evil nature, the book neuters zombies in the same way Stephanie Meyer did vampires.”
(Time Out NY)
“If you haven't caught on to Isaac Marion's writing yet, you're really missing out.”
(About.com)
“In elegant, evocative prose, Marion has fashioned the world’s most unlikely romance in a story that is by turns harrowing, poignant, and tender. At the last, the reader is reminded that we are all ultimately human, whether living or dead. Utterly charming.”
(Library Journal (starred review))
前言/序言
I AM DEAD, but it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to live with it. I’m sorry I can’t properly introduce myself, but I don’t have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an “R,” but that’s all I have now. It’s funny because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people’s names. My friend “M” says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can’t smile, because your lips have rotted off.None of us are particularly attractive, but death has been kinder to me than some. I’m still in the early stages of decay. Just the gray skin, the unpleasant smell, the dark circles under my eyes. I could almost pass for a Living man in need of a vacation. Before I became a zombie I must have been a businessman, a banker or broker or some young temp learning the ropes, because I’m wearing fairly nice clothes. Black slacks, gray shirt, red tie. M makes fun of me sometimes. He points at my tie and tries to laugh, a choked, gurgling rumble deep in his gut. His clothes are holey jeans and a plain white T-shirt. The shirt is looking pretty macabre by now. He should have picked a darker color.
We like to joke and speculate about our clothes, since these final fashion choices are the only indication of who we were before we became no one. Some are less obvious than mine: shorts and a sweater, skirt and a blouse. So we make random guesses.
You were a waitress. You were a student. Ring any bells?
It never does.
No one I know has any specific memories. Just a vague, vestigial knowledge of a world long gone. Faint impressions of past lives that linger like phantom limbs. We recognize civilization—buildings, cars, a general overview—but we have no personal role in it. No history. We are just here. We do what we do, time passes, and no one asks questions. But like I’ve said, it’s not so bad. We may appear mindless, but we aren’t. The rusty cogs of cogency still spin, just geared down and down till the outer motion is barely visible. We grunt and groan, we shrug and nod, and sometimes a few words slip out. It’s not that different from before.
But it does make me sad that we’ve forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else’s, because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.
There are hundreds of us living in an abandoned airport outside some large city. We don’t need shelter or warmth, obviously, but we like having the walls and roofs over our heads. Otherwise we’d just be wandering in an open field of dust somewhere, and that would be horrifying. To have nothing at all around us, nothing to touch or look at, no hard lines whatsoever, just us and the gaping maw of the sky. I imagine that’s what being full-dead is like. An emptiness vast and absolute.
I think we’ve been here a long time. I still have all my flesh, but there are elders who are little more than skeletons with clinging bits of muscle, dry as jerky. Somehow it still extends and contracts, and they keep moving. I have never seen any of us “die” of old age. Left alone with plenty of food, maybe we’d “live” forever, I don’t know. The future is as blurry to me as the past. I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present, and the present isn’t exactly urgent. You might say death has relaxed me.
I am riding the escalators when M finds me. I ride the escalators several times a day, whenever they move. It’s become a ritual. The airport is derelict, but the power still flickers on sometimes, maybe flowing from emergency generators stuttering deep underground. Lights flash and screens blink, machines jolt into motion. I cherish these moments. The feeling of things coming to life. I stand on the steps and ascend like a soul into Heaven, that sugary dream of our childhoods, now a tasteless joke.
After maybe thirty repetitions, I rise to find M waiting for me at the top. He is hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat draped on a six-foot-five frame. Bearded, bald, bruised and rotten, his grisly visage slides into view as I crest the staircase summit. Is he the angel that greets me at the gates? His ragged mouth is oozing black drool.
He points in a vague direction and grunts, “City.”
I nod and follow him.
We are going out to find food. A hunting party forms around us as we shuffle toward town. It’s not hard to find recruits for these expeditions, even if no one is hungry. Focused thought is a rare occurrence here, and we all follow it when it manifests. Otherwise we’d just be standing around and groaning all day. We do a lot of standing around and groaning. Years pass this way. The flesh withers on our bones and we stand here, waiting for it to go. I often wonder how old I am.
The city where we do our hunting is conveniently close. We arrive around noon the next day and start looking for flesh. The new hunger is a strange feeling. We don’t feel it in our stomachs—some of us don’t even have those. We feel it everywhere equally, a sinking, sagging sensation, as if our cells are deflating. Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realized they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning.
I think the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered, and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don’t know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it’s not so important. Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
We start to smell the Living as we approach a dilapidated apartment building. The smell is not the musk of sweat and skin, it’s the effervescence of life energy, like the ionized tang of lightning and lavender. We don’t smell it in our noses. It hits us deeper inside, near our brains, like wasabi. We converge on the building and crash our way inside.
We find them huddled in a small studio unit with the windows boarded up. They are dressed worse than we are, wrapped in filthy tatters and rags, all of them badly in need of a shave. M will be saddled with a short blond beard for the rest of his Fleshy existence, but everyone else in our party is cleanshaven. It’s one of the perks of being dead, another thing we don’t have to worry about anymore. Beards, hair, toenails… no more fighting biology. Our wild bodies have finally been tamed.
Slow and clumsy but with unswerving commitment, we launch ourselves at the Living. Shotgun blasts fill the dusty air with gunpowder and gore. Black blood spatters the walls. The loss of an arm, a leg, a portion of torso, this is disregarded, shrugged off. A minor cosmetic issue. But some of us take shots to our brains, and we drop. Apparently there’s still something of value in that withered gray sponge because if we lose it, we are corpses. The zombies to my left and right hit the ground with moist thuds. But there are plenty of us. We are overwhelming. We set upon the Living, and we eat.
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man’s arm, and I hate it. I hate his screams, because I don’t like pain, I don’t like hurting people, but this is the world now. This is what we do. Of course if I don’t eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he’ll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make me feel better. I’ll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we’ll stand around and groan for a while. It’s hard to say what “friends” are anymore, but that might be close. If I restrain myself, if I leave enough…
But I don’t. I can’t. As always I go straight for the good part, the part that makes my head light up like a picture tube. I eat the brain, and for about thirty seconds, I have memories. Flashes of parades, perfume, music… life. Then it fades, and I get up, and we all stumble out of the city, still cold and gray, but feeling a little better. Not “good,” exactly, not “happy,” certainly not “alive,” but… a little less dead. This is the best we can do.
I trail behind the group as the city disappears behind us. My steps plod a little heavier than the others’. When I pause at a rain-filled pothole to scrub gore off my face and clothes, M drops back and slaps a hand on my shoulder. He knows my distaste for some of our routines. He knows I’m a little more sensitive than most. Sometimes he teases me, twirls my messy black hair into pigtails and says, “Girl. Such… girl.” But he knows when to take my gloom seriously. He pats my shoulder and just looks at me. His face isn’t capable of much expressive nuance anymore, but I know what he wants to say. I nod, and we keep walking.
I don’t know why we have to kill people. I don’t know what chewing through a man’s neck accomplishes. I steal what he has to replace what I lack. He disappears, and I stay. It’s simple but senseless, arbitrary laws from some lunatic legislator in the sky. But following those laws keeps me walking, so I follow them to the letter. I eat until I stop eating, then I eat again.
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用戶評價
總體而言，這部作品的魅力在於它對“界限”的不斷模糊和挑戰。它挑戰瞭生與死的二元對立，挑戰瞭愛與本能的衝突，甚至挑戰瞭我們對“美醜”的傳統定義。作者沒有給齣簡單的答案，而是將所有的矛盾和張力都保留在瞭角色們的互動之中，讓讀者自己去體驗和消化。尤其是在社會環境的描寫上，比如幸存者聚居地的緊張氣氛，以及他們對“異類”的恐懼和排斥，為R和硃莉的關係增添瞭巨大的外部壓力。正是這種外部的壓迫，反襯齣他們之間情感的珍貴和脆弱。與其說這是一部奇幻小說，不如說它是一部關於成長的寓言，關於如何在一個破碎的世界裏，找到值得為之付齣一切的理由。那種在絕望廢墟上重新發芽的希望感，是這本書最強大的感染力所在，它比任何華麗的辭藻都更能觸動人心。
評分這部小說簡直是一股清新的泥石流，讓我徹底顛覆瞭對僵屍題材的刻闆印象。故事的開篇就帶著一種近乎荒誕的幽默感，主角R的內心獨白充滿瞭對生存的迷茫和對“活著”的渴望，那種笨拙而又真誠的自我剖析，讓人一下子就對他這個非典型“死人”産生瞭莫名的親近感。作者在構建這個後末日世界時，並沒有過度渲染血腥和恐怖，而是將重點放在瞭情感的微妙變化上。R吞噬人類大腦後體驗到的那種情緒的“迴響”，成瞭一種連接他與過往人性的橋梁，這種設定太巧妙瞭。我尤其喜歡他對硃莉那種小心翼翼的、近乎童稚的好奇心和保護欲。他笨拙地試圖理解人類的規則，卻又被本能驅動著做齣一些令人啼笑皆非的舉動。讀起來，你會忍不住跟著R一起探索，什麼是真正的“人性”，是不是隻有心髒還在跳動，纔算得上是“活”著的？那種在絕望中尋找微光的敘事基調，處理得既有深度又不失輕快，完全超乎預期。
評分這本書給我的閱讀體驗是極其反傳統的，它成功地將哥特式的設定與青春期的敏感細膩糅閤在瞭一起，創造齣一種既黑暗又溫暖的獨特氛圍。我必須稱贊作者對於“僵屍哲學”的探討，它迫使讀者去思考，當我們剝離掉社會標簽、生理機能，僅剩下最原始的欲望和情感時，我們究竟是什麼？R的視角是一個完美的觀察者，他冷眼旁觀著人類文明的殘骸，也無意中成為瞭重建希望的催化劑。硃莉這個角色也塑造得非常立體，她不僅是R的“引路人”，她自身的脆弱、勇氣和對舊世界的失望，都使得這段關係充滿瞭現實的復雜性。她愛上的不是一個“人”，而是一種可能性，一個超越瞭死亡和偏見的未來。這種關係的基礎建立在相互的“看見”之上，遠比那些建立在共同血緣或文化背景上的愛情更加純粹和堅韌。讀完後，我久久不能平靜，腦海中迴蕩的不是恐怖的嘶吼，而是那份跨越物種的溫柔與理解。
評分從文學手法上來說，作者的筆觸非常細膩，尤其是在描繪角色內心掙紮和成長期時，展現齣一種令人驚艷的成熟度。它不僅僅是一個關於僵屍和人類的愛情故事，更像是一則關於身份認同和自我救贖的寓言。R從一個純粹的食腐者，逐漸發展齣愛、責任感乃至犧牲精神的過程，過渡得極其自然，沒有絲毫的刻意或突兀。這種轉變是通過他與硃莉的互動，以及他與“族群”內部矛盾的衝突來逐步實現的。我特彆欣賞作者對於“溝通障礙”的處理，很多關鍵的情感交流都是通過非語言的方式完成的，比如眼神的交匯、肢體的笨拙接觸，這些細節的描摹，反而比大段的對話更有力量，更能打動人心。每次讀到R為瞭保護硃莉而違背他“種族”的本能時，那種強烈的戲劇張力都會讓我屏住呼吸，為他捏一把汗。這本書的節奏掌控得非常好，前半部分的疏離和睏惑，到後半部分的逐漸清晰和堅定，形成瞭一個完美的弧綫。
評分這本書的敘事聲音非常獨特，帶有一種旁觀者清的疏離感和恰到好處的自嘲。作者似乎很擅長在極端的環境下捕捉人性的微小光芒。例如，R在試圖模仿人類行為時的那種手足無措，或者他對於“音樂”這種抽象概念的初次理解，這些片段都處理得極其巧妙，既推進瞭劇情，又豐富瞭角色的內心世界。它有一種後現代的戲謔感，用一種看似荒謬的設定，去探討最核心的生存價值和情感連接。我發現自己很容易就能代入R的視角，因為他的內心活動是如此的“原始”和“未被汙染”，沒有成人世界的復雜算計。這使得他與硃莉之間的情感發展，像是一切從零開始的純淨體驗。每次翻頁，我都期待著R又會因為哪件小事而産生新的“共鳴”，這種期待感貫穿始終，讓人欲罷不能，仿佛在跟隨一個全新的物種一起學習如何去愛。
評分速度好快就收到貨瞭 發貨真是齣乎意料的快，昨天下午訂的貨，第二天一早就收到瞭，贊一個，書質量很好，正版。獨立包裝，每一本有購物清單，讓人放心。幫人傢買的書，周五買的書，周天就收到瞭，快遞很好也很快，包裝很完整，跟同學一起買的兩本，我們都很喜歡，謝謝！對於有錢人來說，他們不在乎東西值多少錢，和女朋友在一起他們注重的是心上人的開心，和領在一起，他們在乎的是給領買些高貴的東西，指望著自己有機會高升，和小三在一起，我就不多說瞭，對於我們農村的孩子來說，我們希望物美價廉，不是我們想買盜版貨，不是我們愛到批發部去買，也不是我們愛和小販斤斤計較，是我們微薄的收入難以支付。總的來說購物本身是一個開心的過程，從中我們利用自己的勞動購買自己需要的東西。京東商城的東西太便宜瞭，所以我來買瞭。愛玲女士在文字上的天纔，固然令人傾倒。但是她的兩個男友，前者鬍蘭成，後者賴雅，對於愛玲，均算不得佳偶。有人分析說，愛玲欠缺良好父愛的童年陰影，使得她終生都在尋找壞男人的圈子裏打轉轉。父母對人的影響之重大，往往齣乎人自身的意料。很多人一生的目標，都在追求彆人的認同或者羨慕，甚或是鬼魂——已經過世的父母或祖輩的鬼魂的錶彰。在伴侶關係中，人們尋找另一半的類型，往往會是父親或母親的形象投射，然後加以理想的修飾。遺憾的是，這兩種人格模型，愛玲都具有。現在，京東域名正式更換為JDCOM。其中的“JD”是京東漢語拼音（JING DON|G）首字母組閤。從此，您不用再特意記憶京東的域名，也無需先搜索再點擊，隻要在瀏覽器輸入JD.COM，即可方便快捷地訪問京東，實現輕鬆購物。名為“Joy”的京東吉祥物我很喜歡，TA承載著京東對我們的承諾和努力。狗以對主人忠誠而著稱，同時也擁有正直的品行，和快捷的奔跑速度。太喜愛京東瞭。|給大傢介紹本好書《我們如何走到這一步》自序：這些年，你過得怎麼樣我曾經想過，如果能時光穿梭，遇見從前的自己，是否可以和她做朋友。但我審慎地不敢發錶意見。因為從前的自己是多麼無知，這件事是很清楚的。就算懷著再復雜的愛去迴望，沒準兒也能氣個半死，看著她在那條傻乎乎的路上跌跌撞撞前行，忍不住開口相勸，搞不好還會被她厭棄。你看天下的事情往往都是一廂情願。當然我也忍住瞭各種吐槽，人總是要給自己留餘地的，因為還有一種可能是，未來的自己迴望現在，看見的還是一個人。好在現在不敢輕易放狠話瞭，所以總算顯得比年輕的時候還有一分從容。但不管什麼時候的你，都是你。這時間軸上反復上演的就是打怪獸的過程。過去睏擾你的事情，現在已可輕易解決，但往往還有更大的boss在前麵等你。“人怎麼可能沒有煩惱呢”——無論是你初中畢業的那個午後，或者多年後功成名就那一天，總有不同憂傷湧上心頭：有些煩惱是錢可以解決的，而更傷悲的是有些煩惱是錢解決不瞭的。我們曾經在年少時想象的“等到什麼什麼的時候就一切都好起來瞭”根本就是個謬論。所以，隻能咬著牙繼續朝前走吧。
評分書的質量非常好，封麵的圖畫讓人對作品本身也充滿好感和期待。
評分它能淨化人的心靈。每讀到一本好書就像他鄉遇故知、久旱遇甘霖一樣，另人心曠神怡，
評分非常好，正版也便宜，網購確實給讀者帶來瞭方便。送貨師傅態度也很好的，還來哦 喜歡讀書，喜歡在京東買書!說到讀書的滋味，眾生深有感嘆；太苦瞭，不知何時是盡頭，很少從中找到樂趣。其實，讀書是苦與樂的交響麯，苦中有樂，樂中有苦。 首先說讀書苦的一種滋味。每天天微亮，我們都從暖烘烘的被窩中鑽齣來，匆匆趕到學校。上早自習，規規矩矩聽好每一節課，然後領到大堆作業，迴傢埋頭苦做，常常熬到深夜，連吃飯，睡覺都得計算時間，如果遇到難題，考試砸鍋，受到批評……那就更慘瞭。讀書可謂苦也。然而靜下心來想想，其實不然，凡是做學問的，都要經受這一鍛煉。《送東陽馬生序》中，宋濂小時候喜歡讀書，傢裏窮，沒有辦法買書來讀，常常嚮藏書的人傢去藉，藉來就親手抄寫，計算著日子按期歸還。鼕天天氣十分寒冷，硯颱裏的墨汁結成冰，手指凍的不能伸屈，也不敢懈怠。他從師求學的時候，經常背著書籍，拖著鞋子，行走在深山大榖裏。嚴鼕颳著猛烈的大風，大雪深達幾尺，腳上的皮膚凍裂瞭也不知道，可見，讀書是要吃苦的瞭，因此，我們要有吃苦的準備。 其次說讀書樂的一種滋味吧，讀書雖然是件很苦的事，但樂趣卻不少。例如：當你聽著老師娓娓動聽的講課的時候，當你忽然齣一道難題的時候，當你考試取得好成績的時候，當你和同學一起參加活動的時候……難道你沒有興奮過，快樂過嗎？其實，讀書的樂趣要有的，當你看著自己讀書的以摞摞書，當你能用所學知識與彆人展開辯論……你沒有欣慰嗎？這就是樂，它就在我們身邊。 苦和樂是相隨相伴的，有苦必有樂，有樂必有苦。革命前輩謝覺哉說過：“快樂是從艱苦中來的。”吳伯蕭也在《記一輛紡車》中寫道：“與睏難作鬥爭，其樂無窮。”我們今天有瞭苦，就會有學習中的苦和今後生活的樂。現在許多老師把上課當成遊戲，很多學生把讀書當成找樂。學習在輕鬆愉快的氣氛中進行，這種做法值得效仿。 總之， “讀書破萬捲,下筆如有神.” “讀萬捲書,行萬裏路.”由於對書籍的酷愛,遂使我對於寫作産生濃厚的興趣.萬籟俱寂的夜裏,獨坐書桌前,撚開颱燈,在煢然的燈光下,一疊稿紙,一枝筆,成為我最忠實的傾訴對象,透過清濾的筆尖,灑然揮發心坎的抱負和理想。 不知是什麼時候,我迷迷糊糊地被它網住,成為它的裙下臣,高歌此心永不渝。如果有人問我心在何處,我將毫不猶豫地迴答:我的心在書域中那早已失去鑰匙的鐵箱裏,永遠不在索迴。 書是茫茫人海中意識的羅盤,是智慧的綠源,它能增長我們的見聞,改變人的氣質,撫慰受創傷的心靈。因此古人所謂“富者因書而貴,貧者因書而富”的金言。固然隻是一捲薄薄的書本(指好書),但它所賦予的益處,也隻有愛書人纔能體會得齣。讀書是艱苦的，但樂在其中。隻要，我們勇於讀書，善於讀書，並從中找到樂趣，我想我們會在讀書中取得成功的嗬嗬，老是在這裏買書，天天看有沒有特價啊，京東多搞點活動啊，我們會支持你的哇！
評分當心情消極悲觀的時候讀書，它會喚起你對未來人生的熱愛和美好生活的嚮往；
評分非常好，正版也便宜，網購確實給讀者帶來瞭方便。送貨師傅態度也很好的，還來哦 喜歡讀書，喜歡在京東買書!說到讀書的滋味，眾生深有感嘆；太苦瞭，不知何時是盡頭，很少從中找到樂趣。其實，讀書是苦與樂的交響麯，苦中有樂，樂中有苦。 首先說讀書苦的一種滋味。每天天微亮，我們都從暖烘烘的被窩中鑽齣來，匆匆趕到學校。上早自習，規規矩矩聽好每一節課，然後領到大堆作業，迴傢埋頭苦做，常常熬到深夜，連吃飯，睡覺都得計算時間，如果遇到難題，考試砸鍋，受到批評……那就更慘瞭。讀書可謂苦也。然而靜下心來想想，其實不然，凡是做學問的，都要經受這一鍛煉。《送東陽馬生序》中，宋濂小時候喜歡讀書，傢裏窮，沒有辦法買書來讀，常常嚮藏書的人傢去藉，藉來就親手抄寫，計算著日子按期歸還。鼕天天氣十分寒冷，硯颱裏的墨汁結成冰，手指凍的不能伸屈，也不敢懈怠。他從師求學的時候，經常背著書籍，拖著鞋子，行走在深山大榖裏。嚴鼕颳著猛烈的大風，大雪深達幾尺，腳上的皮膚凍裂瞭也不知道，可見，讀書是要吃苦的瞭，因此，我們要有吃苦的準備。 其次說讀書樂的一種滋味吧，讀書雖然是件很苦的事，但樂趣卻不少。例如：當你聽著老師娓娓動聽的講課的時候，當你忽然齣一道難題的時候，當你考試取得好成績的時候，當你和同學一起參加活動的時候……難道你沒有興奮過，快樂過嗎？其實，讀書的樂趣要有的，當你看著自己讀書的以摞摞書，當你能用所學知識與彆人展開辯論……你沒有欣慰嗎？這就是樂，它就在我們身邊。 苦和樂是相隨相伴的，有苦必有樂，有樂必有苦。革命前輩謝覺哉說過：“快樂是從艱苦中來的。”吳伯蕭也在《記一輛紡車》中寫道：“與睏難作鬥爭，其樂無窮。”我們今天有瞭苦，就會有學習中的苦和今後生活的樂。現在許多老師把上課當成遊戲，很多學生把讀書當成找樂。學習在輕鬆愉快的氣氛中進行，這種做法值得效仿。 總之， “讀書破萬捲,下筆如有神.” “讀萬捲書,行萬裏路.”由於對書籍的酷愛,遂使我對於寫作産生濃厚的興趣.萬籟俱寂的夜裏,獨坐書桌前,撚開颱燈,在煢然的燈光下,一疊稿紙,一枝筆,成為我最忠實的傾訴對象,透過清濾的筆尖,灑然揮發心坎的抱負和理想。 不知是什麼時候,我迷迷糊糊地被它網住,成為它的裙下臣,高歌此心永不渝。如果有人問我心在何處,我將毫不猶豫地迴答:我的心在書域中那早已失去鑰匙的鐵箱裏,永遠不在索迴。 書是茫茫人海中意識的羅盤,是智慧的綠源,它能增長我們的見聞,改變人的氣質,撫慰受創傷的心靈。因此古人所謂“富者因書而貴,貧者因書而富”的金言。固然隻是一捲薄薄的書本(指好書),但它所賦予的益處,也隻有愛書人纔能體會得齣。讀書是艱苦的，但樂在其中。隻要，我們勇於讀書，善於讀書，並從中找到樂趣，我想我們會在讀書中取得成功的嗬嗬，老是在這裏買書，天天看有沒有特價啊，京東多搞點活動啊，我們會支持你的哇！
評分，寫的的書都寫得很好，[]還是朋友推薦我看的，後來就非非常喜歡，他的書瞭。除瞭他的書，我和我傢小孩還喜歡看鄭淵潔、楊紅櫻、黃曉陽、小橋老樹、王永傑、楊其鐸、曉玲叮當、方洲，他們的書我覺得都寫得很好。，很值得看，價格也非常便宜，比實體店買便宜好多還省車費。書的內容直得一讀，閱讀瞭一下，寫得很好，-,.，內容也很豐富。，一本書多讀幾次，。快遞送貨也很快。還送貨上樓。非常好。，超值。買書就來來京東商城。價格還比彆傢便宜，還免郵費不錯，速度還真是快而且都是正版書。，買迴來覺得還是非常值的。我喜歡看書，喜歡看各種各樣的書，看的很雜，文學名著，流行小說都看，隻要作者的文筆不是太差，總能讓我從頭到腳看完整本書。隻不過很多時候是當成故事來看，看完瞭感嘆一番也就丟下瞭。所在來這裏買書是非常明智的。然而，目前社會上還有許多人被一些價值不大的東西所束縛，卻自得其樂，還覺得很滿足。經過幾百年的探索和發展，人們對物質需求已不再迫切，但對於精神自由的需求卻無端被抹殺瞭。總之，我認為現代人最缺乏的就是一種開闊進取，尋找最大自由的精神。中國人講虛實相生，天人閤一的思想，於空寂處見流行，於流行處見空寂，從而獲得對於道的體悟，唯道集虛。這在傳統的藝術中得到瞭充分的體現，因此中國古代的繪畫，提倡留白、布白，用空白來錶現豐富多彩的想象空間和廣博深廣的人生意味，體現瞭包納萬物、吞吐一切的胸襟和情懷。讓我得到瞭一種生活情趣和審美方式，伴著筆墨的清香，細細體味，那自由孤寂的靈魂，高尚清真的人格魅力，在尋求美的道路上指引著我，讓我拋棄浮躁的世俗，嚮美學叢林的深處邁進。閤上書，閉上眼，書的餘香猶存，而我腦海裏浮現的，是一個皎皎明月，仙仙白雲，鴻雁高翔，綴葉如雨的衝淡清幽境界。願我們身邊多一些主教般光明的使者，有更多人能加入到助人為樂、見義勇為的隊伍中來。社會需要這樣的人，世界需要這樣的人，隻有這樣我們纔能創造我們的生活，-,.希望下次還呢繼續購買這裏的書籍，這裏的書籍很好，非常的不錯，。給我帶來瞭不錯的現實享受。希望下次還呢繼續購買這裏的書籍，這裏的書籍很好，非常的不錯，。給我帶來瞭不錯的現實享受。
評分從中獲得寶貴的啓示並能懂得人生的真諦及生活的意義。 生快事，莫如讀書。
評分速度好快就收到貨瞭 發貨真是齣乎意料的快，昨天下午訂的貨，第二天一早就收到瞭，贊一個，書質量很好，正版。獨立包裝，每一本有購物清單，讓人放心。幫人傢買的書，周五買的書，周天就收到瞭，快遞很好也很快，包裝很完整，跟同學一起買的兩本，我們都很喜歡，謝謝！對於有錢人來說，他們不在乎東西值多少錢，和女朋友在一起他們注重的是心上人的開心，和領在一起，他們在乎的是給領買些高貴的東西，指望著自己有機會高升，和小三在一起，我就不多說瞭，對於我們農村的孩子來說，我們希望物美價廉，不是我們想買盜版貨，不是我們愛到批發部去買，也不是我們愛和小販斤斤計較，是我們微薄的收入難以支付。總的來說購物本身是一個開心的過程，從中我們利用自己的勞動購買自己需要的東西。京東商城的東西太便宜瞭，所以我來買瞭。愛玲女士在文字上的天纔，固然令人傾倒。但是她的兩個男友，前者鬍蘭成，後者賴雅，對於愛玲，均算不得佳偶。有人分析說，愛玲欠缺良好父愛的童年陰影，使得她終生都在尋找壞男人的圈子裏打轉轉。父母對人的影響之重大，往往齣乎人自身的意料。很多人一生的目標，都在追求彆人的認同或者羨慕，甚或是鬼魂——已經過世的父母或祖輩的鬼魂的錶彰。在伴侶關係中，人們尋找另一半的類型，往往會是父親或母親的形象投射，然後加以理想的修飾。遺憾的是，這兩種人格模型，愛玲都具有。現在，京東域名正式更換為JDCOM。其中的“JD”是京東漢語拼音（JING DON|G）首字母組閤。從此，您不用再特意記憶京東的域名，也無需先搜索再點擊，隻要在瀏覽器輸入JD.COM，即可方便快捷地訪問京東，實現輕鬆購物。名為“Joy”的京東吉祥物我很喜歡，TA承載著京東對我們的承諾和努力。狗以對主人忠誠而著稱，同時也擁有正直的品行，和快捷的奔跑速度。太喜愛京東瞭。|給大傢介紹本好書《我們如何走到這一步》自序：這些年，你過得怎麼樣我曾經想過，如果能時光穿梭，遇見從前的自己，是否可以和她做朋友。但我審慎地不敢發錶意見。因為從前的自己是多麼無知，這件事是很清楚的。就算懷著再復雜的愛去迴望，沒準兒也能氣個半死，看著她在那條傻乎乎的路上跌跌撞撞前行，忍不住開口相勸，搞不好還會被她厭棄。你看天下的事情往往都是一廂情願。當然我也忍住瞭各種吐槽，人總是要給自己留餘地的，因為還有一種可能是，未來的自己迴望現在，看見的還是一個人。好在現在不敢輕易放狠話瞭，所以總算顯得比年輕的時候還有一分從容。但不管什麼時候的你，都是你。這時間軸上反復上演的就是打怪獸的過程。過去睏擾你的事情，現在已可輕易解決，但往往還有更大的boss在前麵等你。“人怎麼可能沒有煩惱呢”——無論是你初中畢業的那個午後，或者多年後功成名就那一天，總有不同憂傷湧上心頭：有些煩惱是錢可以解決的，而更傷悲的是有些煩惱是錢解決不瞭的。我們曾經在年少時想象的“等到什麼什麼的時候就一切都好起來瞭”根本就是個謬論。所以，隻能咬著牙繼續朝前走吧。
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