Old book composition

Gently open the bookcase, I saw my familiar bibliography.

Eyes wandering on the book, I don't know which one to take out. These books are all familiar to me, such as a dream of red mansions, thin comic books and Analects of Confucius. They are too abstruse for me to understand ... I can recite all the books. I looked at it hesitantly. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion jumped up. I just glanced at it a little, and I didn't hesitate to take out the first-grade textbook at the bottom.

Open it gently, and with the sound of "Cha La La", the yellow pages are hard. I was stunned at first, but then I couldn't help laughing. I remember that when I was in the second grade, I washed my feet while watching. I accidentally slipped my hand and it slipped into the basin like a loach.

Page by page, pinyin first, and then teach us to write simple new words. Although the handwriting on it is blurred by water, it is still roughly clear. I saw a girl, white and chubby, holding a pencil tightly, writing one by one, writing askew, but her face was full of childish joy.

The word "one" suddenly caught my eye, and the whole page was full of crooked words of different sizes. At first, the "one" calligraphy and painting looked like a centipede, which made people feel uncomfortable. Although the back is not handsome or beautiful, at least it is not as ugly as the front. In the corner of the book, I saw a young font: wohuixiezile (I can write). Although it is pinyin, I still understand that the girl drew a whole page of the word "one" and finally wrote a line of pinyin in the corner with joy. Bright sunshine shines through her hair, and her round little face is full of innocent smiles, just like the sunshine floating on the water.

Go on turning back page by page, every page has intoxicating handwriting. I don't know why a page is half broken. As soon as I saw this, I knew I must have had a hard time with my parents. I've had this problem since I was a child. When I am angry, I will tear up everything I meet.

Page after page, two little people are painted on a page, stumbling on the paper, not knowing what to say, the dialogue has long been blurred, but a long-lost mood slips through my heart.

The books I used as a child are no strangers now, but I feel particularly cordial. From the naivety of grade one in primary school to the maturity of grade two in junior high school, I have really changed a lot! But the innocence in my heart doesn't seem to have changed, but with the passage of time, it has formed a thick cocoon. As this old book is opened page by page, the cocoon is uncovered layer by layer, and the childlike innocence flies out, and the happiness of childhood is scattered like the sunshine all over the sky. ...

Silent moonlight sprinkled on the old books in my hand. Although the pages have turned yellow, I have seen childhood smiles and tears. ...

Second-hand book composition (2)

Because I buy new books every year, old books at home are really piling up.

So my mother asked me to sort out those old books: primary school textbooks and workbooks can be sold, and some extracurricular books can be kept selectively to make room for those "more practical and important" books and make the home more spacious.

I "invited" those old big books and small books from the box to the floor and turned them over one by one.

This is a children's stick figure, which my father bought me. At that time, I was particularly interested in painting and small crafts. Once, my father went to Nantong to study. He happened to see this book in the bookstore and bought it. Mom thinks it's expensive. Dad saw that I couldn't put it down and said, "As long as the children like it, it's helpful to read it, and it's worth spending more money!" This book won't sell. How can my father's love and hope be abandoned casually?

This latest children's wear is a book that my mother often read when I was a child. How many times, my mother made me beautiful clothes according to the style in the book. At that time, standing among the children, I always had a sense of superiority as a "little princess". So, I often pester my mother: "Make me another one." This is the best ... "No matter how busy my mother is, she always finds time to satisfy my vanity. Now, the "little princess" has grown up. Really want to thank mom, thank you for this book. In the near future, I will buy a book "The Fashion of Middle-aged and Old People in the 20th Century", and I will personally make clothes and knit sweaters for my parents ... Hey, what books are these yellow and damaged? Oh, it's dad's high school textbook. Every time my father mentions his unfulfilled "college dream", his face is always full of regrets. But I was surprised: "You have a good job again. What's to regret?"? "Now I see that my father has kept high school textbooks for nearly 20 years, and I am ashamed of my absurd" truth ":how do I view my father's pursuit when he was young? At that time, he didn't have a chance to study as happily as I do now!

Old books are not rubbish, but storytellers. An old book is a story.

Old Book Composition (3)

There are two kinds of "old books": one is divided according to the time of creation, that is, books written by ancestors; The other is from the old and new degree of the book itself. From this perspective, "second-hand books" refer to books that are read alive-because in our generation, real "second-hand books" are originally printed and published, except for being preserved in museums and circulated privately, so they must be "new books". ...

However, in my opinion, these two "old books" (m.taiks.com) have one thing in common-that is, they have stood the test of time. Really good works only stand the test of time, so they must all be "good books".

I just want to talk about those old books that have been "read alive". There are many such books on my bookshelf. Because I like it very much after reading it, I have been reluctant to throw it away. Slowly, they all became my old friends. When I think of them, I will take them out and look through them. Those notes and folding pages that I draw various symbols, write notes or give my own feelings and associations, or provide me with creative inspiration, always make me feel intimate, just like recalling the surprise when I first met my dear old friends ... and those authors I love deeply are the simplest and most sincere partners in my soul room and will never abandon me. ...

So the EP title song I created and released at the end of last year was "Warm Room", and the name of another song was "That Jane Austen". Those lyrics were created because of the wonderful feeling that they brought me beyond time and space, and everything I want to say to them is in those two songs … Thank you for always accompanying me.