There is still no one there. I ran into the bookstore happily. In the dim old house, only the south window let in light. The elegant environment was filled with the fragrance of books and conversation.

That was the only second-hand bookstore in the alley when I was a child.

I rarely played with my playmates. I spent most of my childhood in bookstores. As soon as I went home from kindergarten, I would run to my grandma’s house. What I remember most is the first time my grandma showed me a comic book. The slightly worn corner pages and the slightly yellowed title page, I couldn't wait to flip through. The illustrations on each page are extremely detailed, ranging from the golden rays of the sun to the small beards under the cheeks. It's just that the text below the illustration is a little blurry, but I can still understand it. The three sworn brothers in Taoyuan, Wu Song fighting a tiger, Meng's mother moving three times... these long-standing stories have allowed me to appreciate the profound beauty of culture and its vivid spiritual value.

As we grow up, our school is getting further and further away, and the used bookstores in the alleys seem to be drifting away from us. The years have passed by relentlessly, and there are few people in the small bookstores. Set foot in, desolate and desolate. However, every monthly holiday, I still take the time to visit my grandma and the second-hand bookstore. Every time I go, the grandma will hold an old book, sit on a rocking chair, and read quietly in the alley. It has been ten years, and the old lady’s hair has turned all gray, but when she occasionally smiles when she is reading, she seems to bloom a beautiful “flower”. "Grandma, after all these years, are you still running a bookstore?" I asked. "Yes! My child, I also loved reading when I was young. Every time I got a good book, I would collect it. That's why I have this small bookstore today!" Grandma said happily. "But you don't have daily income from opening this bookstore?" I asked again, "Son, the culture of a nation cannot be measured by money! I run this bookstore to make some contribution to our cultural heritage. You also said you wanted to charge money, wasn’t I an old fool?” The hearty laughter of the old lady at the entrance of the alley echoed for a long time, and I laughed too.

I still remember Li Wanshi mentioned in his article "Old Books" that the books and bookstores he loved as a child no longer exist, but remain in his memory. I'm glad that I still have a place where I can wander quietly - the only second-hand bookstore in my alley.

With the popularization of the Internet, electronic reading has become a fashion trend, and people rarely go out to read books in real bookstores. In addition, today's books are of mixed quality, and pirated books and fast food culture are also popular. Therefore, the revival of bookstores has become a top priority.

“People, poetic dwelling” is a famous saying of Hegdel. I think we should also live in the jungle of books and savor poetry.