【Green lantern smells like childhood】
Author: South Wind
It's been busy lately. You can only take some time out of the night to rush to read some favorite books. Looking at Mr. Zhou Zuoren's prose, I felt his idyllic tone in the words flowing in the pages. Under the face of his essay, the world is recounted, and the red dust of the world is discussed.
Most people know that Zhou Zuoren wrote in "Drinking Tea": "Drinking tea should be under the paper window of the tile house, clear spring green tea, with a plain ceramic tea set, drinking with two or three people, half a day of leisure, can withstand ten years of dust dreams." But his other articles are also full of charm and worth savoring.
Reading Mr. Li's "Reading Under the Lamp", the text expounds that the green lantern scrolls accompany the flow of years, which is really funny. The pen writes: "Su Dongpo Zengyun, paper window bamboo house, lights and green screens here, less fun." Such a scene is really very interesting, probably this lamp should be a reading lamp, filled with clear oil into the tiles, the wick is lived, the light of the point is very cold, there is a green screen meaning, it is suitable for reading, pastime. "Fresh and elegant, like a homely text, overflowing with its simple and fresh, plain and long-distance realm."
The books under the lamp are long, and the night reading is like tea. Only when the night is low and the noisy city is gradually quieted down, can you sink your heart, sit at your desk and read a short text, and have a dialogue with the soul. Just a pot of bitter tea, or reading poetry, or reading novels, the more you read, the more sober you are, and the more you read, the more joyful you are.
Tonight, it was raining and the air was slightly cool. I have been sitting under the lamp for a long time, and it is raining outside the window, although it is late spring, but it is very comfortable, and there are not many nights like this. A book of poetry, a volume of dreams, a cup of tea and a rain. As Nishikawa said in his poem "Looking Up at the Stars in Hargay": "The wind blows on me in the empty night, the wind blows on the future and the past, and I become someone, some dark room with an oil lamp." ”
Quietly reading in the night, thinking, even if you are in the dark, towards the shimmering light, imagining the starlight, pursuing the front of the dream. Under the green lights, the books smell like childhood.
About the Author
Nanfeng: Born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.
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