Books have a fragrance. Whether you can enjoy it or not actually depends on your own thoughts. There is perception, but there is no feeling.
To appreciate the fragrance of books, you need to walk in the book world. Whether it is an essay, an essay or a casual observation, you can often see sentences that describe situations. Whenever this happens, I will not hesitate to put myself in the realm of the article and follow the author's feelings - feel the author Feel the joy and joy of the author, feel the author's sorrow of separation, feel the author's anger and depression... In short, when you are in the realm of the article, what you read will always be so real, and you can't help but resonate with the author. A few days ago, I had the honor to read Mr. Zhang Chengzhi's "History of the Mind". The article described (part of) the miserable lives of people living in Shagou Zhuangzi in the 1960s. The situations written by the author really moved me deeply. There were more than 200 people in the village, including 40 households, and more than 70 people had starved to death. At that time, everyone in the village was eating bitter vegetables. Some family members' children went into the mountains to dig at the bitter vegetables. Once they went into the mountains, they never came back. People eat bitter vegetables every day, and their bodies gradually become transparent... There are a few sentences in it: The son died in the mountains, and the companions were so frightened that they ran back to the village and told the child's mother. But she had just gotten a bowl of soup, and was planning to wait for her son to dig up the bitter vegetables and give it to him to drink. When she heard about her son's death, the mother suddenly grabbed the bowl and drank it anxiously! What pops into your mind after reading this? Is it the mother’s ferocious face or the fear in the air? Or...if you were right at the table, watching your mother drink the soup like crazy, this would probably be a shock.
Taste the fragrance of books, but also enjoy the fragrance of books. The so-called scenery is a setting for emotions. When you are in a scene, you will naturally be infected by a certain emotion that permeates it, and you will naturally feel it. The scenery here is certainly not limited to pure beauty. When I feel it, sometimes I will clap my hands, sometimes linger and sometimes smile. This is love, the love of the article, the author's love, the contagious love... Look again at the paragraph in "The History of the Mind", the mother's behavior I was shocked at first. I thought my mother would throw the bowl out after grabbing it, but she drank the soup in one breath... This is a real incident that happened in the 1960s in the Northwest, so contact us. In fact, it can be seen that there is nothing impossible about this. The event is real, so how will it make us feel? The pain of losing her son and the helplessness of unbearable hunger were all drank by her with tears. I dare say that the soup she drank must be a hundred times bitter than bitter vegetables. Maybe if you put everyone in that environment, they would do that, and it would be better than anything short of it. In the final analysis, one sentence of helplessness tells the truth.
There are many more things contained in the book... I think we should find another opportunity to talk about it.
The book not only contains the fragrance of wild flowers, the fragrance of bamboo forests, and the fragrance of valleys, but also the earthy fragrance of the mulberry land, as well as the soft fragrance that vaguely remembers the mother's body. These fragrances are difficult to find. , In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Perhaps beside a small window, or under the street lamp, quietly open the pages of a book that may have turned yellow - a burst of fragrance will gently permeate you...
There are many books worth savoring, but We have missed a lot now - but what I want to say is - if you are moved, the fragrance of books will remain.
Who raised us? Who makes our life so happy? It’s you, our dear motherland. As the National Day of National Day is approaching, I want to say to you: "We love you!"
You are so graceful and beautiful! So broad and broad! You never let the relentless fire consume your faith.
In the 1930s, when artillery fire and wars continued, when the iron hoofs of the Japanese invaders were trampling on you, Chairman Mao said, "Drive the Japanese devils back to their hometowns" and organized the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army to begin the arduous "Eighth Years of Anti-Japanese War", it was not until 1945, when Japan announced its unconditional surrender, that you had temporary peace! However, in 1946, the Kuomintang army provoked another civil war. Your beautiful coat was torn to pieces by your children, and you were in great pain! It wasn't until October 1, 1949 that you finally found peace. Chairman Mao announced at Tiananmen that "The People's Republic of China has been established! The Chinese people have stood up." Amid the cheers of your sons and daughters, you felt proud and smiling. Standing tall in the east of the world!
Yes, all this is due to the amiable and respectable Communist Party of China, which rescued the Chinese people from dire straits and turned the motherland from the sick man of East Asia into the hero of the East. Lion, giant!
Motherland, we praise you when the five-star red flag rises with the sun!