In the afternoon, the sunshine scattered on every piece of land, holding a pot of clear tea and a roll of book fragrance, conquering and enjoying. Napoleon once said: the real conquest, the only one that is not regrettable, is the conquest of ignorance. Perhaps we can understand it as the conquest of knowledge, or it is more appropriate to describe it with enjoyment.
Tao Yuanming's' picking chrysanthemums under the East fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely 'has attracted the eyes of countless romantics for thousands of years. After all, the fairyland of Peach Blossom Land can be heard in reality. I often think that when people walk in the streets with lights and wine, and the noisy noise hurts people's eyes and ears, people who can taste the fragrance of books and hold a pot of clear tea are undoubtedly happy. The ancients said: there is a golden house in the book, and there is a beautiful face in the book. Only those who can really understand will find happiness.
Quiet night, when entangled with the fatigue of the day; When complicated interpersonal relationships make us miserable; When we lose confidence in life, we learn to cultivate self-cultivation from books; Learned to be indifferent; Learned to face life positively. Gorky said: I threw myself on books like a hungry man on bread. Once puzzled, until I saw a picture of a girl with eager eyes and small hands holding a pencil. The desire to read was shocking. Finally understand the true meaning of this sentence.
Once a fairy tale of Andersen made me lose my voice and suffer. Once Baodai's tragic love made me sigh, regret Xiangzi's sadness, marvel at the shock of thunderstorm, appreciate Lu Xun's sharp brush, and like Liang Xiaosheng's suffering words. I don't know how it feels, maybe it's just a natural catharsis of emotion. But when Liang Xiaosheng said: as long as suffering is not one after another, life can be cherished, I learned not to complain about the unhappiness of life. When Andersen's fairy tales made me love them, I learned innocence. When Bao Dai's sad beauty and Xiangzi's tragedy made me sad, I learned to face life directly.
In the morning of early spring, the faint fragrance of flowers floated towards us; The midsummer sun tickles the skin; The fallen leaves of late autumn fall into the deep roadway; The snow in the cold winter covered the silver branches. Like from the heart, I picked up the pen in an attempt to leave this unforgettable moment, but I couldn't write. When the spirit can't find sustenance, it's like walking corpses without consciousness. I can't describe the shame I felt when I read about these scenes in the book. " There is a road to the mountain of books. Diligence is the path. There is no end to learning. There is no shortcut to reading.
There is happiness in the book, and there is truth in the book. The book is only for those who understand it to explain life, taste a roll of books and entertain themselves.
Life is like a book, life in a book!