Poetry about reading. Short poem!

Books all the way, sunshine all my life.

No speedboat can take us on a long journey like a book, and no horse can be like a happy poem.

Even the poorest people can travel through this way without being forced to pay passage tax.

How frugal and simple this carriage carrying the human soul is, overlooking the sparkling sea, wandering in the vast universe, flying in the harmonious and magical sky, growing up in the world of books in silent communication, not being confused, following the pace of development and innovation, entering the country of this magical book, making lonely people cheerful in another world and pointing out the most correct direction for confused people. The book jumps on the piano keyboard, the most euphemistic sound. This book has brought too much enlightenment to our life. In the world of books, no one will hesitate. Books are lighthouses by the sea, guiding lost ships. Music jumps in the ocean of books, and the melody of books jumps between our fingers. Let us silently appreciate the green space of books with pure hearts and silently throb the sky with beautiful expectations.