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Surrender to reading, the importance of books, the Confucian way, sleeping with books as pillows at night and so on. For example, in the third night, I had a dream book as a pillow. When I was a child, I loved reading comic books, so I admired the grandfather on the bookstall. It is hard to get a set of books when I grow up, so I admire the librarian. I always want to sit in the book city, where the book is fragrant and I look for books everywhere. Why bother? However, you can't buy a good book because you are short of money. Every time I go to the bookstore and come across a good book, I am overjoyed, but I am scared by the price of the book. Put it down reluctantly and return disappointed. From time to time, I hope the wind can bring books home. Fortunately, there are still places to borrow books. Today is the Li family's, and tomorrow is. You can watch Mencius in the morning and Taibai at night; In summer, you can enjoy ten miles of lotus flowers, and in autumn, you can enjoy Sanqiu cinnamon. The north can gallop in the grassland beyond the Great Wall, and the south can wander in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River ... but there is a day to borrow books and return them, and the days of bitterness and hatred are short. If the book is returned to its original owner, it will go to the empty table. I sigh: When will Japan have the joy of "remembering the book, and the book companions dream every night"? When the bag becomes more generous, it often lingers in the bookstore. When I saw the book I loved, I bought it at once, but I still went home happily, holding a thick paper, carefully sealing it and writing it. The new book is still fragrant, so you can't bear to read it if you sit still. After reading the hidden bookshelf, tidy it up. There are more and more books, and microscopic views are always from the heart, just as farmers see barley everywhere and golden valleys full of warehouses. However, some friends borrow books from home. When you are heartbroken, you are deeply worried that you will lose your hair. I recalled my feelings of borrowing books from people in the past, and I was relieved. Holding a book is like holding a pot of old wine, like holding a cup of fragrant tea in the mountains. Profound places make people think, sad places make people feel dejected, humorous places make people laugh, and sad places make people cry. If you drink a clear spring, if you chew an olive, the fragrance will overflow and surround your heart for three days. I like the moonlit night best. When the room is bright, or the desk lamp is like a bean, or the red candle is swaying, or I sit at the desk, or I lean on the pillow sideways, and the pages turn gently, my heart is shaking slightly. Sighing as a butterfly, fortunately Cui Zhang will be good, admire Dongpo wine, and admire Mu Qingzhao for boating. Mountain water rings in the ears, and fine chrysanthemum smells in the nose. Cao Fang Liantian, Changting Ancient Road; There are red cherries and green plantains ... the morning light is slightly exposed, and birds are singing into the curtain. Open your eyes and look around. The book is on the pillow. Recalling dreams, I don't feel smiling. How happy it is to have a dream book as a pillow in the middle of the night!