The story of me and the book

From the first sight of my first look, there is an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She has a relationship with me." In the days that followed, I tried to get close to her, trying to understand her, not long, and gradually realized that I have fallen in love with her deeply.

Perhaps tired of the bitter and boring ABC, perhaps to escape the suffocating x+y, I asked her out again and again, from her fragrant pages to a strange and fresh world. Not for "the book has its own gold house", not for "the book has its own Yan Ruyu", just for the desire in the heart, only for the pleasant "green land" in the heart. Her knowledge is so vast and innocent, her words are so philosophical; her eyes are so warm, her hands are so gentle,

When I was troubled by the failure, she always said to me: "The true light is not always without dark time, but it is never hidden by the darkness." When I danced with little success, she This always says to me: "There are days outside the sky, there are people outside, there are strong players in the strong, the real strong, not only must stand the test of failure, but also can withstand the baptism of sugar coated shells after success, when you are immersed in When I am enjoying the moon in happiness, I am afraid that others have reached the peak." When I was unable to extricate myself because of "slight confusion," she always said to me: "Man will meet many people in his life. Some are meteors, some are stars. The meteor is beautiful, but it is a meteor after all, the meaning of the meteor is fleeting, and the beauty of the meteor is only from the moment. The meteor is a meteor after all, if you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for yourself. The star, the moment to seize the beauty of this moment, the pain can only be himself." When I am afraid of the screaming, she will send such a verse "I laughed from the cross knife to the day, to stay in the liver and gallbladder "......

Yes! This is her, whether it is the snorkeling heat wave outside the shade of the trees, or the cold wind raging outside the window, as long as she is with her, she will create a cool in the heat wave, and put a warmth in the cold . She is a book, this is the story of me and the book.

First day: decaying oath