How to write with the fragrance of books, how to write with the fragrance of books

As long as what is written is related to the "book", it will be fine.

A wisp of book fragrance accompanies me.

On a summer afternoon, sitting in the study, a cup of tea, waiting for a meter of sunlight to shine in from the window, shining on the books, warm and wanton book, inscription.

Books, like a wonderful flower in the poetry garden, make us vigilant and forge ahead in adversity; Books, like beautiful shells, let us revel in her luster and beauty in our spare time; The book, like the pale blue wind chimes, makes us ignorant and naïve listen to her low singing.

I have an inexplicable affection for books, and I remember that from babbling and toddlerhood, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books.

When I was a child, I always liked to watch some childish fairy tales, pestering my mother to tell me those stories that I thought were very mysterious, and then immersed myself in fairy tales with fun, and had a warm and faint dream. In the land of fairy tales, light up the fireworks that belong only to me.

When I was a little older, as I grew older and more knowledgeable, I began to read** - first of all, "Dream of the Red Chamber", one of the four great treasures of China, to see its twists and turns; Then there's Mitchell's "Gone with the Wind", which shows the true meaning of life. Then I watched Gorky's "Childhood" and Luo Guanzhong's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which fascinated me. Then I realized that although writers express their true colors in different ways, I can all feel what they are trying to convey in their hearts.

The older I was, I was drawn to ancient poetry. I am fascinated by "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream." "Mingjie, I admire" Huangsha Baizhao wears gold armor, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

of tragedy. I sighed with Lotte, "At the same time, the end of the world has fallen into people, why should we have met before." I look forward to Zimei and "Ander Mansions with tens of millions, sheltering the world's poor people are happy."

I will be because of "the sun sets, the broken intestine is at the end of the world." The wanderer is sad, and he will be sad because of "the long wind and waves, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea." Full of ambition.

The fragrance of books has brought me into the palace of literature, giving me a whimsical mind, a pair of eyes that look at the world, and a mouth that can speak. Books are like landscapes, forever boundless, forever boundless, but now are you willing to hold a heart of knowledge, with a desire, into the fragrance of books, from the reading side gently walk by?

Whenever I encounter unhappiness or stress in my life, having books by my side makes me no longer lonely. Books are my dear friends, stepping on the author's heart bridge with words, and gradually reaching the communication of the heart, followed by the relief of the mood, the relief of pressure, and the hope of tomorrow.

Books nourish my ordinary life, no matter whether the distance is full of colorful clouds or clouds, I must insist - because the fragrance of books accompanies me forward, I am swimming in the vast sea of literature!