小角 读书中

        突然从前些日子阴雨中开始读 "the secret garden”（《秘密花园》） 。很小的时候电视上曾经放过这部有趣的动画，我对它的记忆只有一个跑来跑去、快乐的小女孩，还有一个美丽深锁的花园。这不是一篇概述该书的文字，是从连绵的春之淫雨中走出后，被阳光温暖的感觉。我很快乐，因为 it has come！

       One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender，solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange，unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years.