Talking with the book

Sitting quietly at the window, watching a book quietly, that is happiness. Every word, every sentence, every paragraph in the book is not just a simple word, but also the essence hidden in the depths.

Walking on the path, there is a light little song in his mouth, brisk pace, fresh air, and some are just happy words. Over time, this has become a habit, but I feel that something seems to be missing, but I have not pursued it, and explored the truth and problems. After a long time, I used to live for a long time. Until that day, the sky was very stuffy. Looking at the sky, I laughed at myself. I have a meeting, and I don’t know when the time passes, so quickly. Inadvertently, I saw a book, all of a sudden, as if I had moved my heart. At that moment, I settled down, and I was in a hurry. It was that I walked again, in the sea of ​​people, without direction, casually through the streets. In the next second, the footsteps stopped, and his eyes were not looking around. He only stayed in a book and walked into the bookstore. It was really this book, a beautiful and tragic deep--"The Light Bloomed into a Fireworks" I still remember one sentence: the years continue in time, the memory of annihilation, like a fireworks, smashed and flashed. This is the headline of the book. I couldn’t help but take it off the shelf and watch it for a long time.

Whenever I am alone, I am sure that I am alone. At that time, I will take a good taste in front of the window, and it, I lived in my heart, "the book has its own gold house, the book has its own Yan Ruyu." Perhaps because of this, there is joy and sadness. There is only one way to look at it, use your eyes, and have a heart to see. I touched my chest and left only a few words. "Really, I feel it."

When the taste is finished, the book is gently opened, and each of the characteristics of the book is evaluated one by one, and the original intention of the book is also completed. And it is not without paying. After sighing, I still smell a faint scent, that is the trace of my stay, but, after a few years, do I still feel the same?

Everything has its value; if it is a book, after reading it, it will think about the author's heart and emotional feelings at that time, and every conversation is a progressive expansion.

First day: Xiong Yueqin