In the selection, the author wrote down the scene of wandering in the sea of books in Peking University Library with deep affection. Have you ever had such an experience? Write down your experience.
There is a small bookstore near my home. I always go once on weekends. I walked slowly in front of the bookshelf. I like that book, sit down, open it and smell it, and read it with relish. My mother often tells me to go home quickly, but I perfunctory her: "wait a minute, wait a minute." But waiting is an hour, so I am often scolded for coming home too late. (This is conceivable ~)