A wisp of book fragrance
I don't know when the shadow of the book floated into my world. When I was a kid? When the top is small and the top is small? I vaguely remember that at that time, the afterglow of the sunset had not faded. My grandmother hugged me in the shadow of the sunset and read me a poem. She was holding a small book with yellow pages, and I still remember the tone of the poem: driving to the ancient garden with the shadow of dusk in my heart. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Time flows in the river of life. The shadow of the book will continue to linger in my mottled memory. Close your eyes, there will always be a few colorful corners floating out of the corner of your memory. I don't remember if they were torn from that book. When I was young, my mind was full of fairy tales. The vivid image in the book has become my best playmate. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Ugly Duckling and the little match girl are all my good friends. At that time, the greatest pleasure was to tell children the stories in these books and be a story king.
A wisp of book fragrance, just like this, floats in my life.
Reading seems to be my favorite thing to do. I am a restless person, and my extroverted personality makes me feel a little lonely, but if I am given a book, I will sit quietly for a day, because for me, the world in the book is my most lively and noisy.
I like the rhythm of poetry, the classical Chinese feelings of the ancients, the profundity of Liu Yong and the boldness of Su Shi. Han Ruchao, Su Ruhai, Liu Ruquan, Ou Rulan. Those ancient poems are all exquisite. I am full of thoughts, enjoying the author's joy and mourning the author's sadness. Their momentum and profound phonology, even for people thousands of years later, are quite similar to the feelings, emotions, emotions and profundity in China culture.
I also like famous books. Famous books are famous books because they show the soul of world thought through stories. I like to laugh about the success or failure of the Three Kingdoms, and I like the Red Chamber with profound connotations. Qian Zhongshu's insight and ridicule of human nature in Fortress Besieged: Tolstoy shows the difficult course of spiritual exploration in Resurrection. Feel Gorky's childhood growth and admire Jonathan and Swift's wonderful satire. They keep injecting new life into me. I started thinking: thinking about truth, thinking about life. One book after another has brought me into a sacred place I have never set foot in: the golden hall of human thought and civilization.
A wisp of book fragrance continues and spreads in my life like this. Stepping on the ladder of books, I have gone through joy and wind and rain. I felt the responsibility of growing up, learned to be strong, and learned how to deal with people. I have too many ideas and words about books. Books are the most important part of my growing up.
So, I tried to pick up a pen, learn to release my emotions, either happy or sad, or happy or sad, and try to tell everyone the essence extracted from each book in my own way. When the soul of thought jumps out of the pen tip and beautiful words rush on white paper, I always think of a passage in a book, and I always vaguely see some feelings and see my growing footprints in the book. I imitate the sharpness of Lu Xun; Qiong Yao's softness. Try to shape your role in the article and see through your life.
I thank books, I love books, and I love that quiet book.
Later, I came into contact with different kinds of literature and books. The books of rascal Cai, Jing M.Guo and Han Han are filled with a little melancholy shadow behind youth. I usually spend most of my time in the bookstore, reading one by one, thinking over and over again, and shouting loudly in the sky of books over and over again. It is too high for me to reach, but I have long been deeply addicted to this flawless blue, so a wisp of book is swaying. The purpose of reading is no longer to satisfy curiosity or feel anything. Through books, I seem to see the essence of society and human nature at a deeper level. Therefore, I try my best to understand my own needs in the book. Every time I read a book, I write with a pen at night. I often feel like an armored soldier wearing a helmet. I still have some doubts in my fragile bones about using foreign objects to thicken my chest and improve my chances of winning. I didn't get the victory shirt on my own. Therefore, I would rather wear a thin white cloth and hold a sword to defeat my enemy, even if I lose my life. This is the sense of reality I want. So read, so write, so thick and thin. I sometimes even feel that I am the charming fragrance and the soul of the book. The only way to keep yourself strong is to read and nourish your spirit. Write one article after another. Create a world for yourself, even if blood will dye my white cloth at any time, it is also the taste of pride.
When all is silent, I still sit by the lamp and stare at the pages that have not been turned for a long time.
A wisp of book is just floating in my soul dream, and it is getting stronger and stronger. Books are the ladder of human progress and the soul of human thought.
Bath shuxiang
Two or three green leaves float in the yellowish water, with pleasant fragrance and blend between the nose and mouth, which is the aroma of green tea. Pentium bubbles jump in brown water, sweet and generous, right between your lips and teeth, that's the smell of coke. Where is the ink in this book? It is clear and light, but it can make people bright and clear. What about the taste of books? Life has all kinds of flavors and is wonderful.
I already knew a book when I was studying Yaya. The first book I read was a fairy tale book. The princess and prince in the story have always been my first reverie, and the twists and turns of the story and the happy ending fascinate me.
What impressed me deeply was a book of poems, which allowed me to talk with eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, experience the heroism of "flying to three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way will fall for nine days", savor the pride of "being a hero and dying as a ghost", and imagine the homesickness of "looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" ... Every time I read it, it was like drinking with Li Bai and boating with Li Qingzhao.
I think, in my life, if I lose books, I lose the joy of life. Books are the only sweet spring in my dry heart; Books are the only green on my barren land; Books are the only key in my heavy shackles; Books are my only matches in the dark; Books are the only fish in the river in my heart ... Yes, they are the only fish in my heart.
When I was a child, my wish was to have a room with mahogany lattice doors and windows and blue bricks and tiles, which was full of books and antique, so that there would be books. However, when I became the governor, I discovered that the book fragrance emanated from people, a gentle temperament, a trace of sadness, or a wisp of fresh curly hair ... I don't know, I don't know, maybe it's a feeling! Every time I open a book and smell the unique book, it always calms me down. If books are coffee, books will be indispensable sugar; If this book is a red flower, it must be a green leaf; If the book is a bright moon in the night sky, then the book is a shining star. ...
Books! I want you to spend this life with me.
If life is like a long river, then struggle is a drop of water in Qian Qian; If life is like a big tree, then struggle is its lush leaves; If life is like a mountain, then struggle is a piece of rock on the mountain. ...
Under the guidance of the old Bolshevik Zhu, Paul embarked on the correct revolutionary road. He grew up and made more friends. He decided to completely overthrow the old society, and he also decided to work hard for it. At that time, society was in darkness and wars broke out again and again. Paul went through many wars. When he was paralyzed, he thought about giving up several times, but in the end he always held a belief: persistence! I have to live! Because my life is not over yet. With such a persistence, a belief, and a persistence, he succeeded and made great efforts to draw a satisfactory end to his life.
What impressed me most was that Paul had to leave the job he regarded as his life because of his injury, went to a nursing home, was asked again and again by the doctor, and began to undergo painful surgery. "The first scene of his life tragedy was thus revealed." It's not that Paul can't stand the pain, but that he is afraid of falling behind. For Paul, nothing is more painful than not being able to contribute to the establishment of the Soviet regime.
British physicist Hawking was "sentenced to death" by doctors when he was young, but he didn't lose confidence in life. It is better to fight than to wait and die. So, he succeeded; Writer Zhang Haidi was paralyzed from the chest down, but she persisted in fighting the disease with an optimistic attitude, so she also succeeded! Life has not stopped, how can the struggle end?
After reading the book, I hid it and meditated: How many people in life commit suicide and give up their precious lives because of trivial things or setbacks? And Paul, step by step, went completely paralyzed, and then went blind. I can't help feeling sorry for him. Maybe he can feel the deterioration of his illness when he gets up every day, but the strong Paul accepted everything optimistically and exchanged his efforts and struggles for the last success in life!
Life lies in hard work and struggle. Only in this way can we "recall the past, he won't regret wasting his time, and he won't be ashamed of being mediocre ..."
We may be too young and too happy to feel the pain of losing our lives and the despair caused by illness. But you must remember: life is endless and struggle is endless. Hope to be with you forever! Let's enjoy the fun of fighting in life! There will be no real despair!