Sitting quietly in the library this spring, reading the ups and downs of the previous dynasty, reading personal joys and sorrows, reading the joys and sorrows of life, searching eyes reach every corner of the library, so the field of hope gradually unfolds in that corner. Is she lying quietly, quietly observing the agreement of our previous lives? Gently wipe off the dust and hold it in your hand. I want to comfort an injured child. Open the home page and write impressively: 1989, someone borrowed yellowed pages and told the story of a reader.
What remains unchanged is the feeling of reading. This spring, Confucius, sitting quietly outside the library, seemed to open his mouth and read with a smile. Author: In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, modern reading was as easy as listening to songs. As soon as it entered the world, it changed the world. As soon as it entered the wild, it entered the exotic customs, and as soon as it entered the sunset, it was full of troubles and troubles, and the surrounding walls disappeared at once. The distress of the characters in the book is integrated with the world in their hearts to drive away the tension of their distress story, not the tension of reality.
You can change your mood even if you are sad. Reading is like a long journey. Walk on your own spiritual path and let you be led by words. All the way, there was traffic, noise, colorful neon lights, mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery. This is the happiest parting and the happiest besieged city. Reading is looking at yourself in the mirror. When you see yourself dancing in the maze of emotional words, you will be confident and calm, even if it is too late to touch the edge, because there is love in your heart, and love is the eternal light of the world.
In fact, reading is in other people's stories, but finding your own dreams reveals too many novelty and strangeness, without regret and sadness. Only the open and tolerant thoughts of others can blossom and bear fruit, and become a beacon and a symbol of hope that can be hung high, while sweat is the fire that ignites dreams. Opened pages are vibrating wings that carry us through time and space. No speedboat takes us far away, and no horse can be like a jubilant poem.