He stared at the contents of the book carefully, read it carefully, and sometimes laughed happily; Sometimes frown as if to cry; Sometimes I sigh deeply, which is unpredictable. It seems to have merged with the world in the book. Everything in the book, every sentence affects his mood and makes him addicted to every one. After reading an article, he gently closed the book, closed his eyes and lost in thought, as if remembering the world in the book.

(b) Summary-footage in the library

I love life, and I love the wonderful little shots in life. However, I prefer the small lens in the library.

In the morning, the door of the library opened and all kinds of people rushed into the library. With shoulder hair, braids, bald head, black hair and white hair ... wearing leather shoes, leather shoes, sports shoes, high heels and short heels ... the spacious library seems a bit crowded.

When people entered the library, they took a deep breath and smiled with relief, as if the air in the closed library was very fresh all night. Then, eyelids, phoenix eyes and crow's feet eyes are all focused on their own goals; Rough hands, delicate hands, broad hands and slender hands all carefully take down the book and touch it very gently, just like touching a child's smooth face. ...

There was a commotion in the library for a while, and then it was calm again. Occasionally, there was the sound of turning pages, which was extremely small and extremely short. People are completely lost in the sea of books. ...

A young man with glasses is writing at his desk while watching. Sometimes, he will stop to frown and think about something, and from time to time, he will help the glasses that have slipped under his nose. A girl with shoulder-length hair, at this time, has no time to sort out messy long hair. She just greedily scanned the book with her big eyes. From time to time, she shakes the bangs bag hanging on her forehead to see her expression. If she has scissors, she must hinge Liu Haier; An old man with gray hair, presbyopic glasses on his nose, squinting his eyes, holding the book far away, looks very laborious, but still reluctant to put it down; Several children are prone on the table, pointing to words, reading word by word, with great difficulty, but with great concentration. ...

I left the library quietly without disturbing anyone. But I can't forget the little scenes in my life. What does it seem to tell me? What is this?