I have been secretly imagining that heaven should be like a library.

-Borges

When I read this sentence, I stopped and wrote it heavily on a piece of white paper.

Next to them are the books I borrowed from the library: One Hundred Years of Solitude, Snow Country, Notre Dame de Paris ... When I hold these books borrowed from the library, there is always a special smell, which permeates the yellow and wrinkled pages. The title page of the book is lined with a blue seal-"bristles library collection", and many names are painted on the cardboard card on the last page-that is its wandering journey.

The university time is just over half, often in the silent night, a person quietly reminisces about the dribs and drabs of university life. Every time, I will think of it with a little relief and sigh. When I was a freshman, I spent a sleepless noon and a particularly full weekend in the school library. Now that I think about it, it was really a happy and unforgettable reading time. Pushing aside the noise around me, I chose to walk into the quiet of the library and soak in the library all day reading my favorite books. Page by page, I read it locally, just me and this book, and I don't know what's going on around me. Always reminded by the librarian that it is time to read, I reluctantly put the books I haven't had time to read back on the shelf.

There is a row of single desks near the window in the library. I can occupy one desk. I can get the books on the shelf by myself. Books you can't finish can be put on the table. There are few students studying there, and the environment is very clean. I set a schedule for myself and read a book from beginning to end. What's wrong with reading like this?

-Jiang Yang's "We Three"

Going to the library has become a habit of mine. When I walked into the reading room when there was no class, the librarian still smiled faintly and the seats were still full everywhere. Under the clear glass window, the peaceful air is full of sunshine and the fragrance of paper and ink, which warms the restless heart of youth. Walking through the literary bookshelf is still a long-lost kindness. Poetry, prose, stars and reading ... watching them lying there quietly, happily picking them off and holding them in their arms, like meeting an old friend who has been away for many years, finding a window seat to "catch up" with them, and writing down some good sentences or their own from time to time. In this way, how many ordinary and fragmentary afternoons pieced together the appearance of the library in memory. I can't help but think of this sentence again:

Heaven should be like a library.

And heaven should be "quiet, equal and brave."

With these, we began to embark on the road of seeking truth.

On an afternoon when I had forgotten the date, I read this sentence, "When I climbed the last step of the library bookshelf ladder, I happened to see the most beautiful afterglow of the sunset."

I smiled knowingly. I believe that only the most persistent and sincere scholars will go farthest in the pursuit of truth and see the most beautiful sunset in the tired journey.

I am reading, I don't know what loneliness and death are; Or if I stand by and watch my loneliness and death from the other side, my soul will be suddenly enlightened. I am reading, even if I live in a closed iron room, I am touching the whole noisy world and the grand universe with my heart and blood. ..... I'm reading a book. I'm just a bird, spreading my wings and fantasizing in the blue sky. No external force can force me to yield against my will. Reading, almost like dreaming, is the noblest freedom and the purest happiness in the world.

-Eden "Reading is a noble pleasure"

Zhao Xinshan once compared his feelings of reading original German books and listening to Beethoven's music in the library of Shanghai Conservatory of Music to such enviable metaphors as "the carnival of the soul", "the spring in autumn" and "the golden dreamy bubble that often appears in the deep well of memory", and he did not hesitate to give the library such an honor. In fact, in every reader's heart, there is a feeling that is hard to give up with the library, deep or shallow, thick or light.

The library in memory is like heaven.