The dim light is still on, and the room is filled with faint books. A few flying insects surrounded the lamp. For them, bright lights are their ideal paradise and their final resting place. For smart and desperate people. And I would rather be a little moth, flying to a light source that attracts me for that simple worship, and everything is peaceful.
When I walk out of the fantasy world, there are still mountains of books and reference books in front of me. I often wonder when I can get out of the sea of books and let my dull brain rest for a while. I understand that my parents enrolled me in a cram school during the summer vacation, but reading is not compulsory, it is spontaneous, and I like it, so I love reading.
Reading is not for fame and fortune, but for art.
Reading is an art of self-improvement. Mr. Wu Liu "studied hard and didn't want to know much, but when he knew one thing, he happily forgot to eat." When I am bored, reading can make me feel happy; When I am confused and depressed, reading can calm my heart and let me see the road ahead; When I am in a good mood, reading can help me find more beautiful things around me and enjoy life more. Reading is the best enjoyment. I firmly believe that "the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu."
Reading is the art of understanding life. Reading Du Fu's poems makes people realize the bitterness of life, reading Li Bai's poems makes people understand the corruption of officialdom, reading Lu Xun's articles makes people recognize the darkness of society, and reading Ba Jin's articles makes people feel the hope of the future. Every book is a friend and teaches us how to look at life. Reading is one of the most indispensable courses in life. Reading and understanding life will help us to take every step of life well.
Reading is an art of enjoying life. I like to drink a cup of fragrant tea in the sunny afternoon, hold a book in the faint mist, taste the fragrance of tea, smell the taste of the book, chew repeatedly, savor every word, every sentence ... The sun is gentle and dim, and enters the blood through the skin. With the ups and downs of the words in the book, my heart is warm. Sunlight dyed my outline golden, mixed with this lazy time and became a memory.
Accompanied by books, I wandered in the paradise of words, reading and listening, listening to the shallow songs of literati and the low songs of noble souls.
I put out the dim light and couldn't find flying insects in the dark. In a dark fog, I saw myself turning into a small moth and flying to the bright sea of books. ...