There's nothing to hide. After all, it's the truth.

About five years ago, I bought it from an obscure roadside bookstall. The reason for buying it is simple, because it has a title that sounds very literary. At that vain age, I like to package myself like this.

Naturally, I want to see it after buying it. I am used to reading at night. When you are not sleepy at ordinary times, you will be sleepy after turning two pages. When I woke up, I forgot everything I had read before. Nevertheless, I tried to finish it every night, but I didn't succeed once. The biggest gain I got from the book was just a good sleep for several days in a row. So if a friend complains about sleep problems in front of me later, I will definitely recommend this book to him.

As for my own Walden, I finally put it in a corner of the bookcase and stayed there for a long time.

It was not until many years later that I grew up from that vain teenager to an adult who was about to face the pressure of life. I read fewer and fewer books, and my focus shifted from the grotesque in books to the more realistic material world. But under heavy pressure, I occasionally pick out one or two books from the bookcase and immerse myself in them to catch my breath.

It was not until the books at home were almost turned over that I picked up Walden with a blue cover. What is rare is that in such an impetuous mood, I actually finished reading it completely. It gave me not only a good night's sleep, but also inner peace.

From the first chapter "Simple Life", I was immersed in it. Wooden houses, countryside, songbirds, birch trees, railways, grasslands ... and the beautiful Walden Lake, all of which are what I yearn for, a quiet and comfortable life.

I boarded Rousseau's boat. On the boat, I saw that the lake was surrounded by lush pine trees and oak trees, and there was a particularly steep mountain in the west. I wonder if the lake is really as deep and moving as Helen's eyes if I can climb to the top of that mountain and look down.

When we rowed the boat to the middle of the lake, we were awake like a dream, drifting freely on the lake like a breeze, until the boat hit the rocky shore of the lake, and we leaned over to watch fate push us to the other side.

Rousseau said that he is rich in such a life, and leisure is the most attractive occupation for him. This has nothing to do with money. He has sunny days and summer sun and moon, and he squanders among lakes and mountains without scruple. In addition, in his hands, it is sand and spring, the deepest source of Walden Lake, above his philosophical thinking.

I began to reflect on how life should be spent. I think, no matter what you pursue, the most important thing is to find the life you really want in your heart. Responsibility and ideals often do not conflict, and many times they just can't find a suitable method.

It is often said that the time of confusion has passed and it will always be bright. It is true that the sky is always bright, and the worst days will always pass, as long as they are still alive. However, this is not the real dawn. Before you find your true inner pursuit, even if you get through it, life is still muddled and there is no substantive change. Rousseau wrote at the end of the book: Although time passes, the dawn will never come, which is the characteristic of tomorrow. Bright light is like darkness. Only when we wake up will the sky break. It is not just the dawn that breaks.

The sun is just a morning star.