In the morning, the door of the library opened and all kinds of people rushed into the library. Shoulder-length hair, braided hair, bald head, black hair and white hair ... wear leather shoes, leather shoes, sports shoes, high heels and low 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 has neglected to tidy up her messy hair at this time. She just greedily swept the book with her big eyes and shook Liu Haier's beam hanging from her forehead from time to time. Look at the expression. If she has scissors, she must hinge the beam of 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?