I make friends with good books.

If the wind is refreshing, the rain is ecstasy, the moon is lingering, the book is quiet and elegant, and the fresh book fragrance has set off the love between my heart: the days that accompany the book. I work hand-in-hand with good books and make friends with good books.

Take a cup of tea.

Tonight, the moonlight is like water, sitting alone in the courtyard, opening the thick book, and scenting the fragrance. The breeze passed, and the pears in the courtyard were broken, leaving a subtle dark fragrance floating in the moonlight. I flipped through the pages of the book, smelling the faint ink of the book, and extracting the essence of the text.

I hold a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions", close my eyes and do the dream of the red building alone. "A spring is full of beauty, and the flowers are dead and dead." What remains is the obsession of Saitama and the long sigh of life. Yes, the flowers are blooming, and the spring of the garden will attract the poets to stop and watch the poems. But there is a dynasty, the flowers fall silently, and who knows? People only care about the beauty in front of us, but they don't know that beauty may be fleeting, and they are still ignored. It’s not just about flowers, but people are even more so. Most people in the world are more than the end of the flower. Only a few lucky people will meet Lin Daiyu’s flowers and flowers. Sigh a sigh, lightly bury the residual flowers, forget it. People nowadays always only see the beautiful side of things, but they don't always care about the future and ending of things. The corner of the mouth smiles, facing the red building, we don't always look at the present of good things, but also look at its future, try to make good things last forever. "Dream of Red Mansions" depicts a beautiful book.

I am holding a copy of "Bird Collection", silently in the moonlight, alone to enjoy this beautiful little poem. In the verses of "Flying Birds", there is a description of a scene, a narrative to write a paragraph, and the experience of writing on the sentiment of life. "I was sitting at the window this morning. The time was like a passer-by. I stayed for a while, nodded to me and walked over." Savoring, the philosophy is revealed in the words: Time is rushing, we must cherish time. Thoughts flutter in the soft wind. "Flying Birds" is another stage of life. It shows me the whole process of life. It gives me the courage and confidence to pursue my dreams. I decided to start running and run forward fearlessly because my future is In front. "Flying Birds" outlines a little beautiful book.

Book, this life, you are my best friend.

Second day: Jin Xingying