Night comes quietly. A faint call from afar came to my ears. So I got up and picked up a book of "Song Ci" and followed the sound, smelling the fragrance of books...
There seemed to be an extra figure under the window sill, which was given by the moonlight. When I feel something in my heart, I silently recite "When will the bright moon come" several times. It is not a lonely candle, but a chant accompanied by the moon.
The moonlight is as bright as snow in winter, the breeze blows, and the fragrance of books is lingering. Finally, I send the sentence "I hope you will live forever, and I will love you thousands of miles away" to your departing relatives and old friends. There is no need to meet, no need to revisit the old place, the caring heart has found comfort and a harbor, just because of this intoxicating fragrance of books.
From then on, the fragrance of books always accompanied me.
Not caring is just an illusory spiritual sustenance...
When you are happy, listen to the song "White Snow in Spring" and Du Fu's poem "The book is full of joy and ecstasy", which is a masterpiece of youth. When you are sad, remember the sadness of Li Qingzhao's "Things are different and people are not the same, everything is different, tears will flow first when you want to speak" in your heart, leaving traces of tears; when you are irritable, follow Thoreau to Walden Pond, let your soul wander and get rid of the shackles of reality. , looking for the spring of life.
There is a scent of books along the way.
Gradually I fell in love with holding a wonderful book in the early spring morning, wandering in the mountains and fields, listening to the music of nature, and enjoying the wonders of the mountains, rocks, vegetation. Being in heaven and earth, you can feel Tao Yuanming's feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain".
Looking up, the green mountains suddenly appeared in front of me, tall and majestic, so I was intoxicated in Lu Xun's solemn and profound melancholy. When we started, the breeze rustled the leaves, and we unconsciously melted into the graceful beauty of Zhu Ziqing. Close your eyes and imagine going to the "end of the sky and the corner of the earth", and then you will see "the green grass reaches the sky" in front of you.
On rainy days, I like to move a chair and sit by the window sill, occasionally with a cup of tea by my side. The spring rain is pattering, and the low-lying areas on the ground are rippled in circles. I feel the joy of "listening to the spring rain in a small building all night" with my heart, and I feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, it is majestic, and I look forward to the "first break of the shower", but I can't help but think of the sadness of "holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, speechless and choking", and my heart trembles. The raindrops turned into teardrops, crystal clear, with a faint fragrance of books, and walked into another world. I saw a girl walking in front of me holding an oil-paper umbrella, like a lilac, with a sad expression on her face. Walking by, leaving the same color and fragrance as lilac. The retreating back looks a little melancholy...
The rain gradually became lighter, thinner, and thinner...then it became difficult to feel its existence, and the fragrance of books also dispersed into the drizzle with the wind, entwining in it. Heaven and earth. The new world after the rain is unobstructed.
I like to go out and watch the sunset at dusk in summer, with a book still in my hand. At this moment, everything is dejected under the scorching sun, but when I smell the fragrance of books, it is as cool as the autumn wind and mist, and I feel extremely proud and happy. Stop and find a stone to sit on. Compared with the life around me, I thought that I stood out. As I gently turned the page, I felt like "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." Silently recite my favorite "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming", and say with Haizi "From tomorrow on, be a happy person". Although I cannot feed horses and chop firewood, nor can I travel around the world, the fragrance of books can accompany me, which is enough for my wish!
The fallen leaves whispered, and I heard the footsteps of autumn. The grass became more and more haggard, and I found the figure of autumn. Embark on an autumn outing. It seemed to be a lot quieter along the way, which added a bit of chill to the autumn. The mountains and fields also seem to have lost their former vitality, and such silence can’t help but make people feel sad. The youth of the past is gone forever, just like a person’s youth. It turns out that life must also go through such a period. In the end, it returns with nothingness when it comes, and life stops. Shaking my head and sighing at the impermanence of life, suddenly the sentence "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, I say autumn is better than spring" aroused my infinite hope. The flowers will bloom again after they wither, and the morning sun will still be there after the dark night. Even if it is "white dew is frost", you can still see "the beauty is on the side of the water". No matter "the road is long and difficult", as long as you "follow it", you can "hold your hand and grow old together with your son".
Even if you can't "not be happy with things, not be sad with yourself", the fragrance of books penetrates into your heart, asking yourself why should you be sad for spring and autumn? A spring and autumn finally ended in the last station, with strong winds in the cold winter and no one walking on the snow. With a volume of poems and a book, a cup of fragrant tea, and a solitary lamp, you will be mesmerized by the fragrance in the rising sun or setting sun. May it melt into the soil with the falling snow, or go with the wind, sending a little warmth and blessing to the coir raincoat man who "fishes alone in the cold river snow"...
A petal of flying snow falls on the palm of your hand , the mind is as calm as still water.
Youth sneaks in dreams, youth jumps in struggle, and youth shines in reading! The fragrance of books accompanies youth, what a joy it is!