Those happy times in the book

Life begins with your own crying and ends in the tears of others. The time in the middle is called happiness.

Please join me and calmly taste this happy taste.

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When I was chatting with my mother, I accidentally mentioned it. If I was born in ancient times, it would be fine.

Mom asked why. I said that if I was born in ancient times, I would not have to go to the fame, but I would have to live in the mountains with thousands of books and thousands of cups, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and I don’t need to know anything about the world. Until I was dyed in the snow, when I was hanging down, I was not involved in the disputes of people. I spent my life in a self-sufficient manner, accompanied by birds, and with grass and trees, with a hundred birds as friends, the most important I can always stay with the book and fully enjoy the happiness that it brings to me.

Mom laughed and said that I was crazy, and I was a little nerd.

I smiled heartily and said, "Oh, I am glad that I am a nerd, I like this title."

I passionately love the mystery of poetry, love the subtlety of cifu, love the wonders of language, and shuttle through the ink among the lines, and the soul is sublimated.

I am amazed at the beauty of literature. Dozens of dignified square characters can be connected into a moving sentence between the horizontal and vertical, or a small poem that concise and eternal; or describe a beautiful artistic conception, or convey the author's feelings of joy and sorrow. I am immersed in the wonderful realm of picturesque, dreamlike songs, and I can’t extricate myself for a long time...

When I was frustrated, the book ignited hope for me and led me to a distant place. When I was proud, the book sounded the alarm for me and told me that the arrogant army would be defeated. The sadness of "no way, no wind, no wind, no one is thinner than yellow" makes me feel the same, and there is a tragedy; the open-mindedness of "I am born to be useful, and the money is gone back" makes me regain self-confidence and look to the future. I am helpless for the desolateness of "the endless falling wood, not the Yangtze River rolling", with tears falling with the leaves falling, and feelings with the Yangtze River rolling; I am loyal to Zhuge Liang, assisting Liu Bei and his sons and sons, but "being a teacher I didn’t die before I died, and I regretted that I was full of tears and sighs. When I first read "Dream of Red Mansions", I fell in love with Lin's weak infatuation. When I read Baoyu's pro-go, I watched the death of Yuyu. My heart seemed to be taken away. The pain was painful and the heart was inseparable; read The story of the Sahara, I have been laughed a lot by the humorous language of San Mao. She pursued freedom and cheerfulness, and injected an indispensable element of happiness into my life. Reading "How is steel made?" Paul is strong, courageous, loyal, and patriotic. He has tried his best to fight for the liberation war of mankind, shocking my soul and smearing my soul... Unconsciously, I am integrated with the characters in the book. Empathy.

Perhaps because of the nerd's nature, the friendship of literature can't be changed. In the trough of countless times of life, I can still study, love books, cherish books, and get drunk books according to my nature. I have a special thought to make me not think about tea, and I am so fascinated that I let go of everything. The hard work of tedious things. The book brings me a unique happiness.

Those days with the book are the happiest time of my life.

When the night falls, the moonlight shrouds the world, sitting alone in front of the window, holding a yellow-colored line of books, gently twisting a small table lamp, soft lights filled with paper sheets, a scent of ink and heart. I plunged into the lines between the words, and the fingertips hang around in the pages...

Life is alive, there is a good book!

Third day: Cui Wenbin