8月20日赶到书展,是书展的第二天,依然是如织的人群,买票的长龙在上海展览中心西门外的喷淋雨雾中慢慢前行,而另几支进门的长龙分别在西一馆、东一馆外的阳光底下蜿蜒伸展,老老少少热汗津津……不知道热情何来,在队伍中我问自己。事实上,我们已经鲜有时间静下来看纸质书,更多的是零碎、零碎,一读再读那些颠来倒去、看后 August 20 rushed to the Book Fair, the second day of the book fair, is still a rumbling crowd, buying long queue at the Shanghai Exhibition Center outside the west of the spray rain slowly moving forward, while the other a few long lines of the door In the West Hall, East Hall, under the sun outside the meandering stretch, young and old, sweat Jinjin ... ... do not know where the passion, I asked myself in the ranks. In fact, we have had quite a bit of time to look down at paper books, more of them fragmented, fragmented and read again.