Although I have limited reading, I have always had a deep affection for the library.
I always feel that the atmosphere in the library makes people calm, makes people eager to learn, makes people elegant, makes people breathable, makes people comfortable, and makes people tall.
That feeling is specific and not anywhere else.
On New Year's Day 2020, I passed by and went in for a turn without anything.
Inside, as always, quiet and warm, someone is reading, someone is writing, concentrating, no distraction.
Quietly go in, stained with "book fairy qi", and quietly come out.
Suddenly, in the corner of the entrance hall, I found a small reader reading a book, sitting on the floor, not moving, fully engrossed, very cute, and hurriedly grabbed 3 photos.
Looking at the photo repeatedly, I have been thinking about giving this photo a refreshing name.
A bunch of them, all dissatisfied.
Little Boy Reading / Little Reading Lang / Cute Little Reader / Little Boy / Little Boy When Self-Improvement...
No matter what "small" it is, it is not enough to accurately express my love for this little reader.
Only:
I wish him peace and happiness!
Wish him every day up!
Wish him growth!