Bright Moon Book fragrance
Song Yan
I firmly believe that books have incense, not ink, but a kind of rhyme, like a person has a soul, or an aura. The fragrance of books, invisible and invisible, but enough to make people fascinated.
I remember when I was a child, my grandfather often borrowed a large number of books from the county library, half new and not old, heavy and heavy, like a brick. I remember my grandfather often sitting on a bamboo chair in my house and reading. Usually wearing reading glasses, holding a roll in one hand, serving tea in the other, when the love is strong, it will also cover up the contemplation, look at the moon and sigh, or dance with flying eyebrows. At that time, I didn't understand what kind of mystery those books were hidden, which could make my grandfather sleep and forget to eat all day long, and stay in them.
Until one day...
My grandfather was not at home that day, and in the empty house, my grandfather's tea was still warm, and an open book was buckled back and forth on my grandfather's easy chair. The book was slightly yellowed, and the pale blue cover was written in three large black characters, the first word "water" at the beginning.
I couldn't help but be complacent about three words, and I couldn't help but be complacent, and then I picked up the book and read it with a big wave. Opening the first page, I was shocked, and there was an ancient scholar with a black face painted on it, next to which was written "Song Jiang". Because my surname is Song, the Song character is recognized since childhood, the river character, but it is a child who reads the picture and reads, and learns that the left, middle and right of the population is the river. Song Jiang, that's a hero I often hear adults mention. So I quickly turned it down again, and there were no more portraits on the next few pages, and they were densely packed with words. Judging from my kindergarten education at that time, most of those words were unrecognizable, but there were a few words scattered among them that I recognized. And even with these words, I actually found that the water margin that adults often talk about at the dinner table is from my grandfather's book. Turning the cover of the book back again, I was shocked to find that the three with water titles and iron nails were "Water Margin". So I suddenly realized. It turns out that reading is like listening to people bragging, just listening to people bragging, others always love to sell a pass, every time at a critical juncture, always quickly stop, stand on the ground to become a Buddha: "Want to know what happens later, and listen to the next decomposition." Often we are anxious to moan for days, scratching our ears and scratching our cheeks. But books don't. If you have a book at hand, it is like having a mine at home, and if you want to dig a golden mountain and silver mountain, the sun and the moon have no light, only if you want.
Thus, from then on, the attic of my house full of books became my treasure.
My grandparents are old and have children, my uncle is only seven or eight years older than me, and my grandparents seem to be like a heart and liver baby, a pearl in the palm of their hands. And my grandparents are all readers, usually reluctant to eat and wear, but to say that to buy books for uncle, it is simply not a frown, so the attic of my house hides all the books that my uncle read when he was a child. First there was a drawer full of villain books, then the old "Children's Literature" and "Juvenile Literature", as well as "Juvenile Encyclopedia", "100,000 Whys", "Secrets of the Ocean", and many Chinese and foreign novels... Those books have been covered with dust and dust over the years, like the empress concubines who have been beaten into the cold palace, their clothes are ragged and untidy. Perhaps they never thought that they would come back to life at the hands of another teenager and become the bright moon breeze in the heart of this teenager.
After all, literacy is limited, and although there are a lot of books, I can only start with the books of the little people. Villain book, pick up light, more pictures and fewer words, even if you can't read, just look at that picture, you can also see a hilarity. I remember that at that time, my family had a high wooden threshold, but when I was three or five years old, I left school to eat and sleep, and usually sat on the wooden threshold almost all the time to read. A page of pictures, with two or three lines of text, those words, guess more, recognize less, even rolling belt climbing, stumbling all the way down, even can read seven or eight points. Now that I think about it, the little man's book is full of classic stories that children are familiar with. For example, Yang Zaixing in "Little Shang River", stepping on a horse and crossing the river, ten thousand arrows through the heart, heroic sacrifice. Xiahou Huan in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", with a poisonous arrow in his eyes, raised his hand to pull himself out, and swallowed his eyes in anger. Once, after reading Yang Linggong ning died unyieldingly and crashed into the Li Ling Monument, when I was a child, I suddenly felt heartache and wanted to cry without tears. In the evening my mother asked me to eat, and I raised my hand and sighed, and my mother asked, "What about this child?" I choked up and said, "How come the Yang family will all be dead?" Then finally he couldn't help but burst the embankment and let out a loud cry of sorrow.
Until I graduated from kindergarten, I had taken down all the little people's books in the drawer. Sitting among them, I felt as if I were the bravest general in the book. It can be in the chaotic battlefield of heroes, single-handedly, rampage, invincible, or in the heavenly world where demons are slayed and exorcised, heroic and righteous, supporting justice, and righteousness and thin clouds.
Before I knew it, I went to elementary school. I remember that on the first day of the first grade of primary school, the teacher handed out new books, watching the pile of books being moved into the classroom by the teacher, tearing off the packaging of kraft paper, and the pile of books really emitted a rich fragrance. The students opened the book, lifted their heads, put the book on their faces, breathed in and exclaimed, "What a fragrance!" "It was the first time I smelled the scent of books, and the smell of new ink mixed with new paper was so refreshing and haunting.
Leaving aside the attic collection of books in my house, textbooks were almost our only source of reading. Because of the foundation of the villain book, I was able to recognize a lot of Chinese characters when I first graded elementary school. I still remember that on the afternoon of the book, the school was closed, and I was at home, reading all the textbooks I had just issued, word for word. Language, mathematics, ideological character, and then music and art... Even as a six- or seven-year-old child, I was dizzy and overwhelmed that day.
Throughout my elementary school days, I basically read textbooks and ate the grain stored in my attic. Just, sit and eat the mountain empty. In the fourth and fifth grades of elementary school, the books in my attic were basically wiped out by me. But at that time, Uncle Mi was already in high school, and the pressure of the college entrance examination made Uncle Shu unable to even read the textbooks within his own share, and his grandparents did not buy new books for Uncle Mi for many years in order not to affect His Uncle's studies. And my parents, both ordinary workers, have low incomes, and my father has been sick for many years, so he has done his best to feed and wear and warm, where there is spare money to buy me books. At best, it is also the "June 1st" festival every year, taking me to the county Xinhua Bookstore to shop. Father said, "It's the holidays, pick a book." "I picked the thickest, the largest, the most worded book. When I saw that the "Modern Chinese Dictionary" cost 18 yuan, which was enough for my father's half a month's salary, I turned around and picked up the "Xinhua Dictionary" for only a few cents. For a long time, the Xinhua Dictionary was my favorite book to read. Easy to carry, durable to watch, regardless of time and place, you can turn it around at will, you can read from any page. And it speaks both words and meanings, and by the way, it also groups words, and the final appendix even has the English alphabet, the periodic table, and the chinese dynasty schedule... It is simply the cheapest and most convenient encyclopedia that spans China and the West, across ancient and modern times.
In the fifth grade of elementary school, I began to change books with my classmates. You take one, I take one, make an appointment for the time to return it, and then exchange them with each other. Unfortunately, at that time, the classmates generally had no books to read, and only a dozen people at home could get extracurricular books, and they exchanged them back and forth, but there were only a few books. I remember once, I agreed to change books with my classmates, but when I took the books to school, my classmates were discouraged when they saw them and said, "I also have your book." But I saw that my classmate was holding the latest copy of "Juvenile Literature and Art", and then begged with a dead face: "You lend it to me, just watch it for one night, one night, and tomorrow morning it will be returned." "Then that night, I rushed to the ground, the wind swept through the clouds, and finally I finished reading the book in the bed with a flashlight.
For people who return to the night, the bright moon is like a lamp, and for the reader, the lamp and the book are like the bright moon.
When I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, I read "The Legend of Water Promise", put down the book and lost my soul, and picked up the book full of blood and resurrection. During the class, I only saw the teacher dancing on the podium, what the hell was said, I couldn't hear a word, my mind was full of flower monks making a big fuss about Mount Wutai, and the cross slope road met Sun Erniang... The classmates in the back poked me with a pen, I was like a wooden chicken, and when I came back to God, I saw the teacher on the podium, already angry, as soon as he touched his hair, he stood up in a hurry, and his mind was blank. The same table kindly reminded me that the teacher asked the central idea of the first paragraph of "Mr. Fujino". I blurted out, who is Mr. Fujino, and shouldn't he be called Mr. Kazo? Then the whole class laughed.
In the second year of junior high school, still in the attic of my house, between the wind and dust servants, I found a line-bound "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty", two inches thick, the cover was broken, the pages were yellow, and the folio was from right to left. I have always believed that Chinese read Tang poems and Song poems, that is, to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors, and those traditional characters are even if they have never been learned, they are all recognized. Reading it carefully and intimately all the way, it seems to be with Li Bai, Wang Wei and others in the middle of the night, urging knees to talk at night and talking together at the west window. The world of books, like ice and snow, is clear and clear, not stained with dust. The poets of the Tang Dynasty, on the other hand, seemed to live forever in a dilapidated book. Humble gentlemen, gentle as jade, reading poetry, it is like passing through the world that belongs to them, here, the beautiful scenery of the good day, the spring breeze of the flower moon.
When I grew up, I became picky about books. Perhaps it is not so much a pick as a choice. Books are like people, and meeting a book you like is like meeting a person you like. The so-called fate is nothing more than having the same soul, so the blood is connected and the heart is connected. Every time I read my favorite book, I felt as if my soul had long been asleep, and it was precisely this page of the book that made me wake up suddenly, and my sleeping eyes were clear. So some people say that encountering good books is like first love. Gradually, there are fewer and fewer good books that can be encountered, but whenever encountered, they always read them in one breath, and then seamlessly start reading them twice. The first time always can't help but fall in love at first sight, in one breath, until the second time to see the beginning of love, against death entangled. When thinking about reading, I always wash my face and clean my hands first, wait until everything is in order, and always deliberately slow down, thinking: "After reading this time, there is no book to read." "It's really sad.
When you don't read your own books, you put them in the bookcase, look at a room full of books, and really feel that there is food at home, and your heart is not flustered. When a new book is bought, it is always on the title page, and it is written in a certain place on a certain day of a certain month in a certain year. It was as if it were the birth certificate of the book, the household registration book, and after years and months, looking at the book, the scene at that time was vividly experienced.
I remember when I first joined the work, the salary was only 100 yuan a month, and once I saw a copy of "Euphemisms" in Xinhua Bookstore, and I couldn't move my steps at the moment, and I stood and opened it to read. From 3 p.m. to 6 p.m., the salesman saw that I had not moved the ground for half a day, and had no intention of leaving, and repeatedly came to disturb me. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the book in my hand: "You've been reading it for half a day, and the books have all been broken by you, either buy them or leave." "It was really poor and short-tempered, and I caught a glimpse of that thin book, and it took 30 oceans, so I had to knock out my teeth and swallow blood, turn around and leave."
However, compared to the favorite books, all the cows, ghosts and snake gods are paper tigers. The next day, I went again, this time, I hardened my heart, directly took out the "Euphemism" to read, while reading, while carefully paying attention to the surrounding movements, suddenly saw a pair of high heels angrily walking towards me, in an instant I closed the book, waist up, looked up and looked angrily at the high heels, half-shaking, the high heels were silent, and then deflated. The courage of the reader is like a hero saving beauty.
Later, the conditions gradually improved, what reading day, reading activities have been launched, even if the unit holds a meeting, it will often send out one or two books, which seems to be particularly bookish and particularly tall. Just the book sent, most of them do not like, send people, this is a meeting of people hand, there is nowhere to send. Throw it away, the author's painstaking efforts, but really can't bear it, can only throw it into the home bookcase to pick up dust. Over the years, there are more and more waste books, there is nothing to lose, so I dragged them out as waste to sell, although I have never read them, but after all, after years and years, time has eroded, it has been old and yellow, an old book, and it is sold with a straight face. And books are heavy on the scale, paper prices are high, and sometimes old books are sold for money, and you can buy your favorite books again, which is really a good match.
This reminds me that in a famous middle school, every year after the college entrance examination, students tear books from the teaching building and throw books, like snowflakes flying around. In fact, I really feel sorry for those books, books are like people, people stand in the world and wear clothes to resist the wind and cold, but those books are naked, like the moon on themselves, liver and gallbladder. But in the hands of the students, these books can be shattered in an instant, and the corpses are all over the field, how deplorable.
Today, almost every night, I lie on my desk and light a book. Stay in the dead of night, cover up the lights, and then go to sleep peacefully. If there is a place for the soul of a person, I hope it is a book in my hand, or a moon in the sky.
Blow out the reading lights, all over the moon.
(Author Affilications:Chongqing Electric Power Industry Association)
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