The days that have passed with the book

"Half bed half moon bed book, a journey of ink incense." In the world of books, I feel that reading brings me different scenery. Books are the source of knowledge, and books are the crystallization of human wisdom.

Although I have never been to the Great Wall, I can appreciate its grandeur; although I have not traveled the sea, I can feel its heart; although I have not boarded Mount Tai, I can experience the small mountains. The book, like a traveler, tells the story of a different journey from ancient to modern times.

From the story of my mother’s rumor, I went to the small picture book without asking for it. From vague memories to unique and memorable fragments. It is a book with me through the ignorant and tender childhood. It is the magic of "Two Thousand Miles Under the Sea"; it is the attachment of "Blue Bird"; it is the touching friendship in "The Network of Charlotte"; it is also the humor of "Laughing Cat". It is the memory that the book brings to my fragrance.

Thousands of worlds, years of circulation. A book will bring me into a vast and vast world. Feel the elegance of the Tang poetry and Song poetry; the serenity of the fresh and beautiful prose; the teachings of the saints in the ages. I am in love with the book. I am so fascinated that the ink incense brings me a new world.

The days accompanying the book are like the spring rain bathing in the misty, moist and quietly nourishing the heart of the field; the days accompanying the book are like the summer winds, the irritability and doubts, leaving a little cool. The days that accompany the book are like being in the bright moonlight, washing away the dust of thoughts and precipitating the peace of mind.

The smoke is raining in the sea, and it is picked up in the evening. Walking through the four seasons with the book, long time. It is the spring "grass long flying in February, the embankment Yang Liu drunk spring smoke"; or the summer "the lotus leaves are infinite, the lotus is different red"; or the autumn "parking love maple forest night, Frosty leaves are red in February flowers; or in winter, "the wall is a few plums, and Ling Han is alone." I walked through the spring, summer, autumn and winter with the book and grew up together and joy.

The ancients said: "Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles." "The book has its own gold house, and it has its own...". The knowledge and philosophy in the book enrich my brain and soul. Hold a book and taste the fun. On the days I walked with the book, I wrote my happiness, satisfaction and happiness.