The main library of our school is called Co, and its name comes from a man named William. R .Coe's guy has a lot of books on literature and history with this guy's collection tickets, yellow ones with exquisite patterns and letters on them. He must have donated many books to us ―― although these books have not been read by many people.
Although I haven't read many books, I still can't help being addicted to the library. There's nothing I can do. All the hopes and despair in the world can be found in the library. Borges, a famous writer, said, "The universe (others call it a library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal art galleries ..." He claimed that the library has the meaning of the universe and life. This mysterious statement can't hit my heart at once, but what is certain is that a person who stays in the library for a long time will inevitably have fantasies. Moreover, the library is full of "infinity", which is close at hand and will never arrive. I mean those books, the so-called classics that can take people years to chew slowly, and countless books that study them. These books quote more classics-they are easy to fall into endless iterations. However, if you stay away from these books so far that you can't see the names on the spine, the books will become independent lives.
A friend passed away. On the day I received the news, I walked slowly in the library, in a daze. The news of death filled my eyes with death. The people who wrote these books are all dead, and behind every good book there is a black and blue death. It is their best fate to leave an unknown name in the library all their lives. Only writers and would-be writers know that they read these books ―― some guys who intend to bury themselves in books and libraries like them. Of course, there are also cold-blooded critics and students looking for topics between the lines to write papers. In the pile of literary criticism, literature and religious literature and psychological literature and historical literature and diseases have been written into books. What's more, the American poet Stevens founded a periodical called Stevens Magazine before his death. After his death, the society named after him raised funds to continue to maintain the journal. They study the music, tea and wind in Stevens' poems, and explain his poems in combination with various possibilities, and of course Stevens himself. This guy lived for more than 70 years, which is enough for others to gossip. I don't know whether this search will stop, whether Stevens will be exhausted, and whether all the topics will be said one day. Of course, there are Chaucer journals and papal journals. I hope these periodicals will continue to grow, just like the' people who want to express what they want to say' scattered on the earth.
Walking around the library is like living, and sooner or later you will meet Satan. For example, you approach Shakespeare's books, books about Shakespeare. Of course, those books can't be finished. There are at least two huge bookshelves. But Shakespeare and later generations restrict each other and are Satan of each other. You see, such a great man still stays in the SH column honestly. Keats is in K and Milton is in M, so the meaning of these people is nothing more than filling in those letters. How to fill it out is beyond their control. Their whole fate and honor is to be read, misunderstood and stuffed into a letter in the library.
Of course, many people still can't drill letters. There are countless exquisite and ancient books in the library, such as famous guides, abbreviations, selected works of a certain era, poems, etc., which are listed as must-read books by scholars, from Martin? Lu Se to Allen. Slope. Those dark yellow papers contain a hundred years of crying and laughing, and their eyes are streaming in the reflection of the sun. This kind of book often stays motionless for twenty years. Some book borrowing records can be traced back to the 1940s.
More people can't even get into the anthology. In people's eyes, they have disappeared and evaporated in this world. This is actually very good. They have alienated the vanity fair of history in stable years.
By the way, history. The huge second floor is almost full of history books. In addition, there are some books on theology, religious history and philosophy. Only the books of ancient Greek philosophers, there is no blank. Not to mention the history of the Renaissance, alas, there are so many people screaming in anger. A person who has written history and has to be written many times by others is trying to achieve an impossible existence. There has never been a reliable story in the world, so we must keep in mind the selfishness and badness of human nature and never trust history ―― but we should read it as much as possible. For example, there are countless books on world history. Besides, British history, French history, European history, science and technology history, ideological history, all kinds of historical chatter, the blood of war and the gentleness and wealth at that time have all broken into trivial matters cited in academic works. There are many people who write about historians. They made contributions to history after their death, but they had to shut up and let others rap.
Reading materials other than written books include picture books, photo albums and music scores. A place that even has the complete works of salieri, a court composer, certainly cannot be without the complete works of Bach and Mozart. I want songs and versions, lyrics of art songs, opera scripts, biographies of musicians, and analysis of works. There are some things that I can't have until I graduate until I borrow them. However, I always return books that I have read or don't use often as soon as possible. There are a lot of books piled up at home, which makes me feel depressed and full of apologies for depressing my books. In the long run, I have to make a sad desire to "hold hands and look at my eyes". Nevertheless, I still have a pile of strange books in backlog, and I don't need to finish reading them. Every time I want to return it, I suddenly want to see it, so I have to stay half-heartedly, so as not to borrow it and search it again when I regret it. Fortunately, I don't have to pay for it. I just hang out with all the cashiers in the library. Boys and girls with such sweet smiles, whenever my books are about to expire, they always take the initiative to renew them for me ―― they renewed 50 books at once. Of course, it's easy for me to renew the fee myself. Just click a tick on my own account on the webpage.
Not far from the checkout counter in the library, there is a big table with some "recommended books" on it. The content is complicated. I don't know whose idea it was. There is a big sign at the end of the table, "read, man!" " "Read, read. It turns out that most people don't study. Here, reading is as simple and free as walking, but it is as unnecessary as walking, because everyone drives.
So there are not many people in the library at ordinary times, which is very comfortable, warm and clean, and it is very convenient to drink water and go to the toilet. Unfortunately, I couldn't eat it in the past. I am often too lazy to go downstairs to find a place to eat at noon. Looking out of the window on the fourth floor of the library, it's really cool to see a blonde girl rushing home with the school bus. I hid in a secluded place, stole coke and ate doughnuts quickly, choking badly. Sometimes when I decide to go out for dinner, I have to leave the library with my schoolbag on my back, and I'm worried that the books I left temporarily will be taken away by diligent librarians. Recently, a small coffee shop opened in the library, where you can eat snacks and drink, but people still can't live in it. Sometimes I wander inside, shaking my head and dreaming that I will come here and never go out. Will I cry in this iron wall and beat the rows of skeletons with strong thorns? However, it must be soft in the end. Because the skeleton makes people feel safe after all, the limit of this world is already here-the hope of eternal life finally accumulates and dies here. Therefore, the world is fearless and blameless.
I was desperately looking for a job at school for a while, and my first goal was the cashier in the library. But will I work here? A person full of dreams and fantasies about the library suddenly swipes a card, inputs data, sticks a magnetic stripe, or pushes a cart to put the books back on the shelf according to the book number? In fact, I probably did well, because I am too familiar with the location of many books. I can draw a concise map for you, or I can go down to which shelf and which column a Bach's work is. Unfortunately, there was no vacancy, and no one wanted to give up this stable and comfortable position easily. So I didn't get the job. Maybe it's providence. I don't belong in the library. I can only watch from a distance, go in and out, but I can't stay.