Walking into the study will bring us some happiness

Walking into the study is like walking into a long history, looking at the vast world from a bird's eye view, and wandering among countless twinkling intelligent constellations. I suddenly became small, and suddenly became grand. The study became a ritual, managing the profit, loss, contraction and expansion of life. ――――Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey"

The study is the nest of the spirit and the Zen room of life. Moxiang Pavilion is the study room of Jingxuan. The furnishings are simple, with only a table, a chair and a bookcase, but the shelves are full of books.

Every time you sit here, reciting poems and essays, accompanied by the chirping of birds in the morning, you will find that what you gain is not only knowledge, but also spiritual enrichment.

Once upon a time, I was an ignorant child who always viewed the world very simply. He had the wild attitude of "a calf is not afraid of tigers" and thought that he could travel around the world just by writing his own words. As everyone knows, "There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

When the drizzle hits the eaves, I am listening to the rain in the study room. When I opened the bookcase, the fragrance of the past came to my face, and I felt intoxicated. Looking back, I threw the manuscripts one by one into the brazier, disappeared with the rain, poured three glasses of wine, and offered sacrifices to the souls of the dead.

I dare not let the words come out from the tip of the pen, for fear that I will be confused by it. Looking at the books in Moxiang Pavilion, I feel confused and don't know what to do? Lying on the desk, I vaguely heard someone talking to me. When I looked up, I was the only one in the bookstore enjoying the autumn scenery. The lingering sound in my ears was "When the book is used, it will be less regretful..." ."

In the early morning, the ashes in the memory were buried, and a monument was erected: the silent trace of memory.

The door of Moxiang Pavilion was clicked again, and the books in the pavilion were stroked again. While I am still here, I will wonder about a question for no reason: Why is there such a thing as "reading thousands of volumes, writing like a master"? The reason why my writing is poor is probably because I haven’t read enough to write! So I had a dream. At the beginning of the dream, I hoped that the words I wrote would have a bitter aftertaste, understanding after anxiety, and relaxation after meditation.

Hey! In Moxiang Pavilion, I seemed to be back to the past, always loving to circle dots in books. It should be said that reading is an art that can enrich your spirit, make you go from ignorance to knowledge, and make your eyes full. Mr. Chen Bo'an once said that if you want to be a tasteful and thoughtful person, you must have a "love letter complex."

Now, I find that there are many mysteries in the book. Looking at the words, they are like little tadpoles, tempting your eyes to penetrate its true meaning and comprehend its charm, just like when Shi Potian deciphered the tadpoles on the Knight Island in "Xia Ke Xing", each word stimulates your imagination. Acupuncture points, you will suddenly smell a fragrance, which comes from the crystallization of the wisdom of the human group.