She walked past the tall building.
Through rows of narrow bars.
Shine on the shelves of the library
The library is empty.
Piles of books are meditating.
The sunshine coming in is full.
The sun shines through this pile of books.
Fragrant words come from books.
Shake off the dust.
Shake hands with the gentle sunshine.
At the moment, the empty and quiet library.
Much like a dense ancient forest.
Every book is a big tree in heaven.
The sun brightened the eyes of the green leaves.
I am the only audience in the library.
Look at the wool shuttle in the manager's hand.
In this empty library, I heard
Piles of books huddled together and talked to themselves.
Occasionally hear the communication between books.
In the city library, there are only piles of books.
Read brand-new empty tables and chairs
Is so focused
16:00 pm, the sun shines into the city library.
The sunshine is turning around in the library, and it is fleeting.