At three or four o'clock in the morning, the readers are basically asleep, and the handsome front desk brother is playing LOL. When the book is closed, all the questions come to mind and there is no way to start. The rereading of the first few hours has laid a good mood, looking for the source in wool balls and reeling. Our impetuous progress actually needs to find a time to settle down. Pick an anthology of Mr. Wang Zengqi's prose, ask for a glass of apple juice, find a corner, turn off your cell phone and start reading in a comfortable reading posture. Tonight, the lamp above my head lights up for me.
School life is fragmented by various affairs, and most of the time I lie in bed late at night and sink down to read for a while. "Reading should also have an atmosphere", a quiet environment, reading the books I want to read, surrounded by a group of strangers who are immersed in reading, makes me feel very satisfied and happy.