I like books, especially reading and collecting books. The earliest memory of books is the first-grade Chinese book that my father brought back for me in the summer when I was seven years old. I remember those nights, I often held a small bench and a book, clamoring for my father to come home late and tell me what was inside. My father's explanation is very easy to understand and beautiful. I completely ignored the mosquito bite. At that time, the material conditions were backward, and the scars left by mosquito infection have not been eliminated until now. In those days, I held that book almost every night and had many beautiful dreams about it. Unfortunately, after several moves, the book that I fell asleep early before enlightenment was accidentally lost, which became a great regret that I have been hiding in my heart.

I am famous for being addicted to reading. The high decibel noise in the sky basically doesn't affect my reading, and frequent interruptions can't stop me from returning to the peace of the text immediately. My colleagues were surprised by my "special function" and played pranks while I was reading a book several times. Either the sudden screaming scared me into a cold sweat, or I suddenly pulled my seat aside while I was not paying attention, which made me sweep the floor and left many jokes among my colleagues.

I also have a bad habit of reading. For example, I put popular magazines in the hall for reading at dinner; Novels and professional books are piled up on the bedside as pillow books; Newspapers, supplements, Xinhua Dictionary and Cihai are all put in the bathroom for my convenience. As long as I am on a business trip, I will take one or two books to kill time in the evening, no matter how long it takes, a few days and a half. When riding in a car, especially leaning against a long train window and reading a book, the scenery that keeps flashing outside the window and the fragrant words in front of me should be the best enjoyment ... My wife often complains that I forgot to turn off the lights when reading before going to bed; I also forgot to bring food because I was reading. I ate too much and swallowed bowls of old rice. It must be fun to read in the smell of the bathroom until you forget to get up. I keep reading and buying books, plus gifts from my friends. My hall, desk, bedside and bathroom are full of books, and the three bookcases are full. After moving twice and cleaning up twice, a car can be filled with books alone. My wife is very picky about this, so my son often "complains" to me and even "complains" in front of my parents several times. Scold comes to scold, blame comes to blame, and I am still a "dead mouse can't touch the cold" person, and I will never repent-I just keep saying "haha" and never thought about how to "turn over a new leaf".

I love books, and I don't hide my dissatisfaction with people who don't cherish books. One of my colleagues once scribbled on a new book given to me by a friend, leaving a few messy ink marks on the white title page. I was so angry that I threw a teacup at him-it was obviously a waste of books and a blasphemy against my friend who wrote books! Later, my colleagues borrowed books from me several times, but I refused. There was no room at all.

Friends often publish books. When a book is published, friends will get new books, some of them are famous, some are admired, and some are signed as gifts. You should also look at the object of giving books: the love of books is fake, the desire for excitement is real, and the motive is not pure. It is not necessary to give books just for window dressing-sweaty words are not recognized and put on the shelf, or thrown into the garbage, or become toys in children's hands. This is really a great sorrow for words. This must have happened before, and it will happen again.

The present society is very different from my school days, and books have gradually lost the fragrance of calligraphy. Undercurrents in tabloids, illusory online books and lovers' desires are rampant, and some works with low taste are hyped up, which is called "marketization"-marketization is right, but I can't agree with the "marketization" of such vulgar books. The world is noisy and utilitarian, and there is even a fallacy around it that links "book" with "loss", artificially opposing books with life. In the information society, computers and mobile phones are everywhere, and e-books and audio-visual products can be seen everywhere on the Internet. Teachers begin to use fashionable slides and laser pens in class, and chalk and paper textbooks are no longer needed. Will the fate of books eventually decline and disappear? Nowadays, books have lost their sacred and fragrant flavor.

However, I still like paper pages, because I have the pleasure of turning pages in the breeze and a touch of ink. ...