However, I still have a soft spot for books in the library. Books are ancient and natural, but there is a truth in them. I feel very comfortable whether I am flipping through books, reading books or smelling books, which reminds me of countless friends who love reading. They also had the same way of turning pages as I did, with the emotions in the book, both joy and sadness. They seem to be behind the words, reading with me. This is not only a complex, but also reflects or even surpasses the value of the book itself.
Secondly, finding books is a great pleasure. I always rush into the literature room, shuttle between my favorite bookshelves, search everywhere, stop and go on a row of spines with my fingers, and sometimes open a book at will, read a few pages at will and put it back on the bookshelf at a loss. Good books are often blocked by a group of books. Finding one of thousands of books is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and of course it is also a different kind of happiness. This anxious or aimless process is also a test of your will and makes you read more carefully, which is obviously a special enjoyment! In fact, the library is not the size of the area, but the number of books and the quality of the atmosphere. If you know it in all directions and get close to it, you will definitely fall in love with it without hesitation!