Time to read at night

Every year during the high season, it is the busiest time of work. After the routine overtime, on the way home, the cold wind is strong and the leaves are flying with the wind. The restaurants on both sides of the street are still brightly lit and noisy.

Slowly cross the road and walk towards the community. The newly repaired roadside is full of vehicles, even if there is no demarcation. As usual, pass through the middle of the two buggies and get ready to go up the sidewalk steps.

Suddenly, I was shocked by the scene in front of me. A teenager in a repair suit sat on the steps, holding a thick book, reading intently under the dim street lamp.

Xu was my crisp high heels that disturbed him, and he looked up and glanced at it slightly, then lowered his head again and plunged into the sea of books.

I tiptoed up the steps, walked gently, not letting the shoes make a sound, and as I passed him, I looked closely, thick books, dense words, and he never looked up again, always looking at the books.

When I entered the community, my heart could not be calmed for a long time. Is it a shame to disturb a teenager who is traveling in the sea of books by the sound of his high heels? Was it touching to wander around the city for too long and finally see a beautiful moment? It is a memory, the look of the hard-read teenager is like the self he once was... All kinds of emotions are intertwined in the heart.

Yes, I have not been so moved in a long time, it is this street, on the one hand, it is strange, on the other hand, it is silent. The sound of trumpets, the sound of fists, the noise, the teenager turned a deaf ear, so quiet.

Maybe it's an inspirational novel, maybe it's a biography, or maybe it's a popular science book, but none of this matters, what matters is his concentration.

I have passed through this street countless times, and there will always be only cars occupying the road, throwing garbage, and messy branches. But today, a teenager who loves to read sits here. The cold nights are warmed as a result.

The repair suit was a little dirty, and I even saw a lot of paint spots, maybe the maintenance worker in the opposite 4S shop, maybe the car washer in the distance, in fact, these are not important, the important thing is that he is alone.

Looking at him, I remembered my childhood self. Take the one yuan pocket money given by your mother, buy two strings of spicy dried tofu, the remaining eight cents, rent four books that you did not buy at home, and read them with relish on a small wooden bench at a roadside book stall.

Oh, I really thought it was the happiest time. Later, it was my parents who kept buying me books, and then later, it was myself who selected books in the bookstore, and then later, the three bookcases at home were full, but the books still kept coming into the house...

On holidays without travel, Dad, Mom, and I, each holding a book, the dog Ann lay asleep at our feet, and the sun shone through the delicate buds on the balcony...

And this teenager, whether he is the same as me once, he also has a literary dream; whether he is like me, every day tired and busy, will leave himself a reading time, read the newspaper, read, and then sleep contentedly;

Is he like me, always holding a pen, recording the bits and pieces of life and the feelings of the heart, in the quiet of the night, a person listens to the sound of the pen jumping on the paper; whether he collects the edits of the words he loves like me; whether he is like me, gently touching the pages, closing his eyes and smelling the ink...

I love to read, I love the time I spend holding a book, I love people who love to read. Let those beautiful years full of longing be surrounded by unlimited reading and thinking forever.

No matter where you are, no matter what profession you are in, whether you are rich or poor, you can stop and read quietly like a teenager. As long as you want, as long as you love!