In front of the gate of the residential area where I live, there is a very humble library, but in this palm-sized library, there is another landscape-rich and colorful knowledge. The name of this library, like its vibrant "Rising Sun Bookstore", symbolizes that we are as energetic as the rising sun and full of hope for the future of the motherland. There are old bookcases, large and small, which are displayed in an orderly manner, and the vicissitudes of bookcases are engraved with the traces of time.
Walking into this library again, there is a faint fragrance. That is the smell of knowledge and paper, which permeates the whole library. This smell is not the perfume of fashion girls, nor the smell of roast lamb kebabs all over the street. This is an invisible taste better than the tangible taste. Every time I smell this smell, it's like finding the direction of success on the road of growth.
There are many kinds of books here, including poems that primary and secondary school students must recite, excellent compositions of primary and secondary school students, dictionaries that primary and secondary school students often recite, and so on. This makes me very happy. There are also various fantasy novel-martial arts novels that let us enter the fictional ancient fighting, and online novels lead us into an exciting world, making our brains fresh and imaginative. There are also various magazines, although the cover period has passed. This paper has turned yellow and has deep wrinkles. Although dates are out of date, their appearance is not out of date. Every story told in every article will give us a truth. Truth will always exist, and appearances will never be out of date. Sometimes I will borrow a book here, and sometimes I will stop and take a sip of that faint book.
I know the boss here very well. Every time someone borrows a book, he always looks the customer up and down. That's because he's afraid of meeting a rogue and taking it back and never coming back. He wants to remember his appearance. I really hate those people's selfishness and bad faith. At the same time, I deeply like the palm-sized library. I like the hidden knowledge here, and I like the faint book fragrance.
I have an indissoluble bond with this small library. When writing this article, I seem to smell the lightness and elegance of that book again.