Book rhyme

As soon as the breeze blew, the book on the table was blown away, and the rich ink fragrance filled the air, spreading little by little, and people could not help but indulge and relish.

The book is very magical, so that some people are scowling; some people are happy to smile; some people are full of pride; some people are tearful.

A paragraph, an article, using words to portray the various aspects of life, using pen and ink to outline the character.

That word, a piece of paper, carries so much - pride, ambiguity, ignorance and hope. It also makes people know a lot, just like the stars in the night sky, dazzling, radiant, guiding you in the dark.

"The heart is as clear as the autumn water, if the pan is not tied to the boat." With a light heart, calmly watching the flowers end, things are embarrassing. Laughing at the drama of life, the end of the drama, the field.

"Zero into the mud and dust, only the fragrance is as it is." With sincerity, laughing and watching the world is cold, and fame and fortune. Only waiting for the end of life, silent, but still fragrant.

The book is that the old man is telling the children about the vicissitudes of the year, the children sigh, confused but curious.

The book, let you indulge in it, let you use another identity to experience life. At this point, you are no longer you, but the protagonist of the story, using the first person, with another vision, to feel another kind of thought that has never been seen before.

A book that enhances your mood, transforms your temperament, and purifies your mind.

The wind, stopped, the book, quiet, all this seems to have never happened, but the ink in the air is quiet, proving that this is not a dream.

Third day: one step ☆ youth