Picking up a book is like opening a mirror. In the mirror, I am calm and tranquil, as if I am quietly by a small river, admiring a full moon hanging in the air, and there is no longer the trepidation and panic of my youth.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that reading was like food, clothing, shelter and transportation in life, and had accompanied me through the years of youth. Once lost, once dreamy, now, have been lightly crossed in front of the calendar, leaving only the beautiful flowers and applause of May.
"Father Red Fox Is Going to The City" - a fairy tale read with his son who learns to speak. Today, my son is a man, but the strength and bravery of the red fox father still let me smell the faint purity and sweetness of the fairy tale world in the complex and tangled real world.
"I met you in my most beautiful moments"—as one book once said. It was these words that made me a husband's wife.
The picture of reading the book page after page records the pace of my growth. Holding the Book of Poetry in your hand, reading the Analects, reciting the Chu Ci... Lao Tzu, Confucius, Zhuangzi... Feelings, philosophies, heavenly paths, dream butterflies, and home and country feelings.
The Yellow River fell silently from WeiXi's snow; iron condensed red shirts without buttons; Mo Yan's red sorghum; Zhang Chengzhi's black horse; Lu Xun, Lao She, Ba Jin, Zhu Ziqing...
From ancient times to the present, countless writers have carefully painted colorful pictures of life and written the world with their hearts, which has made me understand that "life is a journey to illuminate others with myself".
I have always carefully adhered to the reverence for words in my heart, let the seasons change, let the outside of the house be cold and cold, the heat is unbearable, and it is as happy as reading until I am intoxicated.
The time of reading is enough to allow a person to complete the transformation of the soul, because the faint ink fragrance does not have to be deliberately smeared, and at the moment when you hold it up with your hand, it will be immersed in the depths of the soul.
Even if it is impossible to pursue a perfect life, you can purify your soul in the garden of books, strive to be like a still water, and cross the most difficult trek in life.
Reading books focuses on understanding; reading can constantly fission their imprisoned thinking; reading can make people struggle to crawl in the universe of real traditions and illusory popularity.
Reading is finding your way home. Reading is about measuring your own heart.
I have always believed that holding the soft sunshine, holding a book in my hand, quietly talking to the characters in the book, until the moon opens its smiling face, which is the most luxurious enjoyment under the sky.
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