Some words have a magic that makes you not close the book as soon as you open it.
There are many fascinating things in this world, and buying books can be counted as one, and it is also a very happy thing to be obsessed with buying books. I like the smell of paper and ink that comes when I open a new book, and this gentle breath makes people instantly quiet. Every time you get a book that you have been longing for for a long time, the mood of eagerness to open it is like seeing a person who thinks day and night from a distance, and there are ten thousand amorous words in his heart to be revealed one by one, and only by putting those thin-footed words into his eyes one by one can he be regarded as having an intimate embrace with them.
Recently fascinated by the ancient style writer Bai Yin Gree's book, his text I read for the first time, I always feel that the world is missing such a poetic Juanxiu text, just like myopic people forget to wear glasses, can not see the subtle beauty in front of them. Those poets, writers, must have been sent by God to save man's souls.
I sat at the bottom of the window and perused the pages, which were filled with newly haired poplar leaves, and the pages were full of my loving gaze. I rubbed the pages over and over again with my fingers, stroking the grains of text on the pages like a peach blossom that had just fallen, my fingertips stained with the pink aroma. Such a text is like how many times it has been washed in a clear spring, and the pure beauty of Juan li has to look at it to clear the heart and eyes.
Sometimes liking a kind of writing is liking, it is the kind of liking that does not care, no matter its character, no matter the identity and status of the author, like liking a person, seeing him is rejoicing, thinking about it is a smile on the face. I read, read, apricot blossom spring rain like words have fallen into my heart, like drinking a new tea in early spring, fresh and soft to make people feel soft, and the heart is happy like how many excited birds live. I read and read, and I couldn't help but read the voice, and my voice drifted out of the window with these words with the breeze, and met the green leaves of a tree, and the leaves were full of words.
That's great! There are endless flowers in spring, there are people in life who do not have enough love, how can there be good books in this world that cannot be read!