I remember when I first came into contact with the word "scholarly", I staggered up to my mother with it, grabbed her by the neck and made her fat. I shouted, "Mom, what is a book?" Mother paused, then smiled and said, "What do you think?" "You say you say, you must say," I stubbornly pulled her back. "What is a book?"

Later, I finally realized that the book fragrance is an intoxicating flower fragrance.

Books don't give off charming fragrance. Some people say that book fragrance refers to ink fragrance, and I say: book fragrance is flower fragrance.

When I was very young, I read the four-character poem Classic, which has a simple and sincere beauty-much like a flower I have seen with a pink tassel. I remember Ms. Zhang Xiaofeng said, "If I have to give that flower tree a name, I will call it the Book of Songs, which contains four beautiful words." This flower tree is tassel. Fringe and Book of Songs, Book of Songs and Fringe. If I have to give the Book of Songs a name, I will call it tassel, which is full of delicate and charming flowers. At that time, my father took me to study, and I shouted expectantly: Jian Peijun is pale, and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The new reed is green, and white water and dew condense into frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the other side of the water. He took care of him, but he didn't see him all day, just like him. The little girl picking Artemisia, if she doesn't see you for a day, it's still like three seasons! Green and purple stripes touch my heart. I missed the beautiful image and felt sad. Later, I have been thinking about what a wonderful thing it is-I have never witnessed people and things in the misty rain of the Millennium, but I can approach their soft hearts from these four beautiful words, say their innocent vows and kiss the delicate and soft tassel fragrance.

I have always stubbornly believed that book fragrance is flower fragrance. When you fall in love with a book, you should smell its unique fragrance. Reading butterfly lovers, The Legend of the White Snake and The West Chamber, I can smell a strong fragrance here, either thick or elegant or quiet. A flower in the Tang Dynasty, a building in the Song Dynasty, a clock in the Ming Dynasty, a chair in the Qing Dynasty and an altar of wine can all survive longer than time in this intoxicating fragrance and remain in the hearts of future generations.

/kloc-one day in 0/989, Haizi lay quietly on the railroad track with a book beside him, Walden Lake. When I was a little older, the first foreign classic I read was Walden Lake. Mr. Thoreau began to write in spring, and then wrote in summer, autumn and winter, which happened to be a cycle of life, where he lived in real seclusion for two years. "Maybe Walden Lake is the strangest foreign body I have ever seen. It has always insisted on its purity. " When I repeated this sentence, I thought of a poem by Tao Qian: Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely. Once, I closed my eyes and put my face close to Walden Lake. Suddenly, I almost jumped up in shock-in my mind, the lake is so fresh and ethereal, the grass is so vibrant, and the wooden house is so primitive. All this is so quiet and kind. In colorful scenes, it blooms quietly like autumn chrysanthemum, fragrant and light, away from noise and disputes. It is a pure land full of chrysanthemums. I am like a girl who knows nothing. I am looking for the tranquility of late autumn in the sky with morning dew. In this faint fragrance, I believe we can return to inner peace.

On the plank road of life, I am a passer-by, but I can't help longing for these books. There are so many things worth waiting for in life, how can we miss them?

I long to meet its fragrance in various ways in the book. I always feel that there is a sentence in a good book, waiting for me to make a big fuss. It exudes intoxicating fragrance there, and the moment I met it was the most beautiful moment.