After I fled my hometown, I kept going, stopping at every place, eating something and moving on. On this day, I walked all the way to this place. People here are very polite. They gave me clothes and food. The scenery here is also very beautiful. For an instant, I felt that I had found a place where the gods lived. I feel that my wandering heart has finally found a place of peace of mind and wants to stay here.
After staying here for a few days, I heard that a library is never open to the public, and no one knows what it is like. But it is said that there are very important things in this library, which control the history of human development and are managed by some people. Only these managers can enter this library.
I can't help but be curious and want to sneak into this mysterious library to see what it looks like and whether any villagers are so magical.
On a rainy afternoon, I quietly hid in the shelter of the library. I happened to meet the librarian who opened the library door. I slipped in with the people in front, but they didn't see me.
I went into the library and took off my clothes wet by the rain outside. Look at this library. It looks really spectacular. Its top seems to extend all the way to the sky. It has many stairs extending to it, and people will feel dizzy when they look around.
From the outside, I just know that this place is not open to the public like other libraries, but what I see inside is completely different from what I see outside. It is like a magnificent palace, very bright and has an unprecedented feeling.
Just watching quietly attracted by this library. What will outsiders think when they come in and see such a splendid library?
I read everything in the library. There are many bookshelves around and on it. The bookshelf is full of books. There are so many books that they extend to the top where I can see them a little. I saw it. There is a doll statue on the windowsill over there. I looked at it, and it seemed to look at me. I also saw a huge birdcage over there with an owl in it. This owl seems to be just an ornament. I looked at the owl and suddenly saw that it seemed to turn around and look at me.
The man who walked in front of me just now, where did he go and how did he suddenly disappear? This is really a library full of strange places. I was shocked by what I saw. I wonder if I would be shocked if I went out from here and told the villagers what I saw.
I have observed that there are rows of books under the stairs of this library, just like other libraries. I have read many books before, and the books here may be different from those outside.
With this in mind, I stood on tiptoe and walked slowly down. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found that I was wrong again. This is different from the original library. The whole space below is lined with books. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a sea world of books.
Before I came in, I saw this library, just a two-story building. I feel a little gloomy, but from the moment I came in, everything here is subverting my cognition, my vision and my world view.
I walked to the bottom and found that there were many stairs connecting rows of bookshelves. There seemed to be no bottom below, which made me a little timid, but I was just a scavenger. I have nothing, I am afraid of everything, and I just keep going.
I saw the words on this row of shelves in the library, which read "China District". I looked at all these Chinese words. I am very happy. Maybe I can see what's written inside.
I casually pulled out a book "Five Thousand Years' History of China" from the bookshelf. I read this book long before I fled. It takes time as the longitude, events and people as the latitude, threading the needle, and starting from the legend of Pangu's creation, it shows the essence of China's 5,000-year history and culture, and provides readers with a shortcut to understand history. Clearly outline the ins and outs of historical events and the truth and falsehood of historical figures. When I opened the book and saw the contents, I thought there would be something different. I didn't expect the content inside to be the same as what I saw outside.
I put the book back, this time I took out a Compendium of Materia Medica and read it outside. Compendium of Materia Medica is the crystallization of more than 30 years' painstaking efforts of Li Shizhen, a medical scientist in Ming Dynasty. The book * * *1.9000 words, recorded drugs 1.892 kinds, divided into 60 categories. Among them, Li Shizhen added 374 new drugs. There are more than 1 100 drawings and more than 1 1000 prescriptions. It is a summary of China's pharmacology for thousands of years. This Pharmacopoeia, no matter from its strict scientific classification, or from the number of drugs it contains and the fluent and vivid writing, far exceeds any ancient herbal works. It's the same this time, and the content is the same as what I saw outside.
I went on walking down and looked at these books. There must be books I haven't read. I took out another book, Tao Te Ching, from the shelf. Although I haven't read this book, I know it's about philosophy, and I always avoid it because I always think it's profound, and of course I can't understand it.
I put the Tao Te Ching down and found it was full of philosophy books, tubes, Liezi, Zhuangzi, Huainanzi, Baopuzi, University, Analects of Confucius, Mencius, Xunzi, Heart Sutra, Baiyu Sutra and Diamond Sutra.
I continued to move slowly and walked down. I seem to be addicted to this ocean of knowledge. I pulled out another book from the shelf, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep before I could see what it was.
In my sleep, I saw a princess dressed in gorgeous clothes instructing four women dressed in plain brocade. She said, "Look at this old man, his clothes are all wet. Let's weave a silk for him. " I want to say thank you, but my throat seems to be stuck. I can't talk. I can only look with my eyes open.
I saw Hou Yi practicing archery hard, shooting down all nine suns in the sky until there was only one sun left. He was so scared that he continued to contribute light and heat to the earth and everything according to Hou Yi's instructions. Since then, the sun rises from the seaside in the east every day and sets from the mountains in the west at night, warming the world, making everything full of vitality and people live and work in peace and contentment.
I saw Sanmao writing a movie book "Rolling the Red Dust". The prototype she refers to turned out to be Zhang Ailing, who committed suicide for a man, silly, and gave up everything for him. The prototype of the movie hero is Hu Lancheng. I was deeply attracted by such colorful movies. In fact, even now, I don't know why I was moved by it.
I saw the house built by San Mao and Jose in the Sahara desert, and saw San Mao writing in the Sahara: "Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, and the Sahara has been formed since then. Every time I miss you, a drop of water falls from the sky, thus forming the Pacific Ocean. "
I saw Mr. Lu Xun's thin face, showing perseverance and strength; Two sharp eyes, as if they could pierce the heavy darkness around them; An unyielding stiff hair, one by one, stands upright in high spirits. He picked up a pen as a weapon, used words as an army and fought for the nation. In a blink of an eye, I saw him light a cigarette in the middle of the night and persist in writing when he was seriously ill. He sat in the chair with difficulty, his right hand holding the pen kept shaking, his left hand pressed against his chest, coughing and panting. I look worried.
I saw an old man coming towards me. He told me that this is a temple of human knowledge, which contains books from all over the world. Since the birth of mankind, there are still many books created in the early days that have not been excavated, so this library will never read it. Because the knowledge created by human beings is endless, the top of this library is always extending upward. You are from China, aren't you? You've been wandering around China. China is a country with a long history, China has extensive and profound Chinese characters, and China has a long history.
"Yes, as a China person, I am very proud." I want to say this, but I still can't say it.
I seem to hear someone calling my name, once or twice, and the voice is getting clearer and clearer. How can anyone know my name? I slowly opened my eyes. Why am I here? Am I not a street sweeper? Oh, I'm a writer. I was going to write a novel, but I really couldn't. I was thinking, sleepy and asleep. My wife called me outside: "Do you want to go out and have a look, if you really can't write it?" It seems that the rain outside has stopped. I sat up and took off a silk blanket from me. The dream I just had is still vivid in my mind. I replied to my wife, "I have an idea. You go first. " I found a notebook and recorded my dream just now.
It suddenly occurred to me that the library is so big that I can't finish reading all my life. The books I have read are just a drop in the ocean. I still want to read more books and create more valuable knowledge.