Old books are afraid of bookmarks.

Mr. s criticized me. He said, you buy books at random and devour them. See how many books on the shelf you haven't read carefully or even opened. I stand down and accept criticism with an open mind. So I moved a stool and tidied up the bookshelf. As he said, many things bought on a whim have not been opened, and after a long time, they are completely forgotten; Many of them were distracted by other things in the middle of reading, so they did not continue when they were put on hold; Some people read it somewhere, lead their minds to other books for reference, go around and forget the source.

? However, the saddest thing is not my own anticlimactic, but those old bookmarks. My habit is that every book has a bookmark. Sometimes, in order to take notes and make it easier to read, there are several books in one book. Bookmarks are also mostly random, usually hard paper or something you grab. Exquisite bookmarks attached to books, bookmarks inscribed by friends, postcards received on New Year's Day, self-made leaf specimens, paper tips with some tips, beautiful labels on new clothes, and even playing cards are too numerous to mention.

? In an old book, turn to a paper-cut, red paper-cut tiger, beautifully carved, delicate and meticulous, covered with transparent wax paper. I only remember that it was sent by someone, but it's hard to remember who sent it.

? I turned to a piece of paper with a poem on it, which was given to me by Heng when he was in his teens. I vaguely remember that she also composed music for this childish little poem. She used to sit under my window and sing to me on the guitar. At that time, she didn't study well, and the vomit that was pushed aside spun like a loom, but it was woven into spring hatred, and the memory of her childhood was full of melancholy.

? There is also a piece of paper that I made myself. Those serious experiences are laughing, and I'm about to fall off the stool.

? There are also some pencil drawings that I scribble at will, which change with my mood: a Japanese girl in kimono, carrying a lunch box, smiling. After a long time, the lines drawn by the pencil are very shallow, but the complex patterns on the kimono and the carved flowers on the wooden lunch box can still be seen, indicating that it is time for you to have a mentality. The other line is twisted and the pattern is difficult to distinguish. There are five striking words written next to it: "Others are hell!" The pen marks go deep into the paper, which is very scary. Up to now, I may not really understand the meaning of these five words, and I don't know what I was stimulated at that time.

? Turn a page or two and sigh three or two times. Really responded to Wang Zengqi's sentence, "The past is like a drizzle, and the old books are re-read like a spring tide." ?

? Or Yu Guangzhong's words, "The building is afraid of high books, old books and bookmarks". Although it is spring to green every year, it is "a far spring."