Many years ago, when we were young, many people had such a beloved notebook-it was far less exquisite and gorgeous than the dazzling notebooks we are making now. It's very simple, even a little shabby, and some of them have rolled up their burrs because of frequent browsing. There is no doubt that this little notebook is our favorite thing-on it, we used to copy paragraphs that deeply touched our hearts with immature handwriting. We don't know the people who wrote those words, and their names are noble to us. However, those lofty people, their words are like a kind of light, illuminating the young heart. Those words that exude the light of wisdom and the warmth of human nature, and the magical energy contained in that language, modify our behavior, enhance our realm, and become silent guides in silence. I remember at that time, some thoughtful children were giving pens to each other. ..