Elegant prose with a good book.

When I was a teenager, I loved reading, but I didn't want to study at a young age. My dream is like a broken-winged bird. I'm tired of life and wasted half my life. Fortunately, reading books along the way is not a waste of time. Some people say that the most poisonous thing is the years, which are so hasty that they ruthlessly take away the best years in life, just like the wind blowing off flowers.

When I was a child, my father often said: A scholar knows what's going on in the world only when he goes out. There are valleys in the chest and millions of soldiers in the belly. I was puzzled and asked him why. My father said that if you want to know what happened in the world, you must read ancient and modern books. Is the book really that wonderful? The old man said that the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house. Can you take it seriously? I grew up, went to school, became literate, and had no money to buy books. I like pestering my father to tell historical stories, like the newspaper my mother posted on the wall every year and the colorful New Year pictures on the street at the end of the year, like going through my grandfather's farming calendar tirelessly, and like the illustrated textbooks of my brothers and sisters. Then I gradually realized that the book was a legend and worth pursuing all my life.

Mr. Jiang Yang said that reading is to meet a better self. There are not only ups and downs in the book, but also vicissitudes; There are small bridges and flowing water, as well as lonely smoke in the desert; There are light songs and dances, as well as chariots and horses; There are willow boats and huts; There are charming spring breeze and lingering autumn rain here. In short, everything you want is hidden in the book and engraved on the eyebrows of the years. Some people say that a really good word is like a spring breeze blowing on the face, a red lotus in the rain and a plum blossom in the snow, with a faint fragrance. Reading a good book is like talking to a wise man and meditating in front of the Buddha, and your mind will be clear at once.

On the day when the school had no money to buy books, my classmates and I rented a book and took turns reading it with a flashlight. I sobbed softly in an emotional place and was often warned by the teacher, but I was always forbidden. I often squeeze out a few dollars from my food expenses to buy a favorite book, and then feel that I am the richest person in the world. After marriage, the days of running for life are non-stop. Those years away from home often make fireworks have poems and distant expectations because of a poem they carry with them.

On the day of studying, you can forget your sadness, your troubles, where you came from and where you are going. It's like putting yourself in a book. It's Lin Daiyu who dreams of breaking the red chamber, when Du Liniang left her soul for love, when Li Qingzhao was looking for it, and when Qiu Jin was full of courage. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I am stupid, sometimes I am crazy. When I was a child, my mother often called me a nerd. Even if there is a piece of paper on the ground, I will pick it up and read it as long as there are words on it. Zhang Dai, a famous essayist in the late Ming Dynasty, famously said, "People can't be friends without addiction, so they are heartless." People can't communicate without delusion, so there is no real feeling. "I think it's nothing to be a nerd. Look for it in books and look at it from ancient and modern perspectives. Between the lines, it says fleeting time.

In the Ming Dynasty, Yu Qian wrote a poem "Reading": "A book is as sad as ever, and every blind date is gloomy and happy in the morning. There are three thousand words in front of you, and there is no dust on your chest. " Books are the solace of spirit, the baptism of soul, and the unrepeatable brilliance and elegance of life. In the gap between my heavy life, I study in my room, ignoring the disturbance outside, so I am always out of place with my country, but I don't care. I like sunny days and picking up the pleasure of reading in the lintel of the four seasons. Spring is coming, reading some ancient poems in the crisp birdsong will make the eyes of spring look forward to love; In summer, walking under the tree-lined trees and reading some beautiful essays will make summer clothes fly; When the autumn wind rises, before the window is full of fallen leaves, look at the ancient people's acacia, and the autumn poem goes straight into the blue night with the white crane; Lying on the hot kang on a snowy night, watching the ups and downs of life in the novel gives birth to the warmth of winter.

I like paper books and periodicals, and I have a special feeling. Although you can read it online, I always feel that it is a little less. I prefer to indulge in books and periodicals printed with my own words. That sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, that kind of encounter and touch overflow my little heart like a flood. Ink-scented Chinese characters seem to have extraordinary magic, which makes people deeply involved. I like to unload my fatigue and the world of mortals, choose a clean place, take a book and look at the sky, clouds, wind and birds. Those little emotions and thoughts are inexplicably throbbing, which adds a lot of leisure and tranquility to my brow and heart. When you are tired, just lie on the grass and take a nap. There is a book in your dream. Reading at different stages of life will have different feelings and experiences. In Qing Dynasty, Zhang Chao said that reading for teenagers is like looking at the moon in the gap, reading for middle-aged people is like looking at the moon in the court, and reading for the elderly is like playing the moon on a stage, all based on the depth of experience.

On the day of accompanying reading, I like to go to the bookstore bookstall "Taobao", the book of songs, Tang poems, Song lyrics, Yuan songs, essays, novels, medical books and so on. It's all in my pocket. The company of books dispels the loneliness and loneliness of accompanying reading, so that every dull day can bloom with rich and fragrant flowers. And the happiness and joy of meeting a good book jumped out of the cracks in the bones a little bit, like the pain of smoking addiction, and suddenly took a sip, feeling carefree and ecstatic.

I don't buy things online. Occasionally, I have favorite books, but I can't buy them at the bookstall. I have to beg my husband to buy it online. Every time a new book arrives, I am always excited. Husband said that girls like clothes, shoes and cosmetics bags. If you beat them, you like books. Look at our bookshelf. There is no place to put these books. I can only smile please, and then I should buy it. Only the books piled high on the table can make me feel practical, feel the value of my existence and feel the whole meaning of my life. Moreover, all the books I have read have not failed me, which has infinitely enriched my accumulation and experience, and made my articles more thick between the lines, more precipitation and details, more cool breeze and bright moon, more aura and philosophical thinking.

An old friend who has lost contact for many years met by chance and said with surprise that you are still virtuous and bookish after years of absence. Because I persisted in studying, I never forgot my initial heart, nor did I swallow my dreams and pursuits with fireworks. For many years, my son has been particularly determined in his studies and is always proud of me. In his eyes, his mother is knowledgeable, enterprising and different.

I like reading and writing. I often think, why is this little Chinese character so magical? Gradually understand that Li Houzhu's hatred of national subjugation is "forty years of home country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers" and "continuous cutting chaos"; It is Su Shi's lofty aspirations of "the river does not return, the waves are exhausted" and "looking northwest and shooting wolves"; It is Yi 'an Jushi's "Sending Brocade in the Clouds" and "Flowers from Shui Piao to Water" that makes him carefree. It is Li Bai's "laughing at the sky and going out" and "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" ; What worries about the country and the people is Du Fu's "Although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the vegetation will revive in spring" and "Poems and books will forget me"; Tao Yuanming's deepest emotion is "five buckets of rice don't bend over" and "leisurely seeing Nanshan under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking". You can feel that "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky." No climbing. Confucius was "afraid of traitors and thieves in the Spring and Autumn Period", and words were sharp swords; Lu Xun's "pointing at a thousand fingers with a frown", words are flags; Chairman Mao "pointed out the mountains and rivers, inspired the writing, the soil was in Wan Huhou that year", and the writing was a monument; The text holds up the outline of 9.6 million kilometers of latitude and longitude; Words bear the ups and downs of the Chinese nation for five thousand years; The writing embodies the totem of Chinese descendants.

I have always liked writing, and I like to write down sadness and joy in the ups and downs of words. Those beating spirits, with unspeakable emotions, walked through the prosperity and smoke, from the past life, through the changes of the four seasons, through the vicissitudes of the situation, through the vicissitudes of life and put pen to paper. Behind every shallow word, there seems to be a story, a kind of leisure, or someone's eyebrows, the outline of the years. Some people say that people who love words are actually people who love life. While wandering in the earthly fireworks and in the garden of literature, I think everyone sitting here will have a different life because of words.

Whenever the willow shoots on the moon, I like to light a lamp at the foot of the mountain and brew a cup of chrysanthemum tea. There, I can draw an interesting book from a shelf full of beautiful things, away from secular flies and dogs, and listen, stare, dream and crawl in a simple book. Sit by the window, read a poem, chant a few lines, or collect a breeze and plant a few words to enjoy the fun and charm of reading in peacetime. Bend down, the heart and lungs have a faint book fragrance, and from a distance, the bright moon lingers in the heart.

Love reading and writing, take advantage of the right time and youth. Accompanied by the sun and the moon, the four seasons are elegant and leisurely. Every day when I have sex with this book, I make an immortal knot with the words and keep it for several years.