I have been secretly imagining that heaven should be like a library.
——Borges
When I read this sentence At that moment, I stopped and wrote it down on a piece of white paper.
Next to me, there were stacks of books I borrowed from the library: "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "Snow Country", "Notre Dame de Paris"... When you hold these books borrowed from the library, there will always be a special smell that spreads among the yellowed and wrinkled pages. The book on the title page There is a blue seal on the paper - "Books in the Mane Library", and various names are scrawled on the cardboard on the last page - that is its wandering journey.
The college time is just over halfway. , often in the quiet night, a person quietly reminisces about the bits and pieces of college life. Every time, I will think of the time I spent in the school library when I was a freshman with a little gratification and sigh. Another sleepless noon, another particularly fulfilling weekend. Now that I think about it, it was really a happy and unforgettable reading time. Push away the noise around you, choose to enter the tranquility of the library, and soak in it all day long. I go to the library to read my favorite books. I read them page by page. It’s just me and the book, unaware of everything happening around me. I’m always reminded by the librarian teacher that it’s time to read, so I reluctantly return the books. The books I haven’t had time to read are put back on the bookshelf.
There is a row of single desks near the window in the library. I can occupy one desk. I can take out the books on the shelf by myself. The books I can’t finish reading can be kept. On the table. There are only a few students studying there, and the environment is very clean. I set a class schedule for myself and read each book from beginning to end. Being able to study like this, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?
——Yang Jiang's "We Three"
Going to the library has become a habit of mine. When I walk into the reading room when there is no class, I still see the faint smile of the librarian teacher. , there are still full seats everywhere. Under the clear glass windows, the peaceful air is filled with sunshine and the fragrance of paper and ink, which warms the young and restless hearts. When walking through the literature bookshelf, I still feel a sense of The long-lost intimacy, "Poetry Magazine", "Prose", "Stars", "Reading"... Look at them lying there quietly, happily take them out one by one, hold them in your arms, as if you have seen them after many years. old friends, find a seat by the window and sit down to "reminisce about the past" with them, and write down some good sentences or a little bit of your own insights from time to time. In this way, many ordinary and fragmented afternoons, It reminds me of the library in my memory. And I can’t help but think of this sentence:
Heaven should be like a library.
And heaven should be “quiet, Equality and courage."
With these, I began to embark on the path of seeking the truth.
On an afternoon that I had long forgotten the date, I read this sentence, "When When I climbed up the last step of the library's bookshelf ladder, I happened to see the most beautiful afterglow of the sunset."
I smiled knowingly. I believe that only the most persistent and sincere readers can do this. Only when you go the furthest on the road to pursue the truth can you see the most beautiful sunset during the tiring journey.
I am reading, and I don’t know what loneliness and death are; or I am standing there If you look at your own loneliness and death from the standpoint of a bystander, your soul will suddenly become enlightened, clear and lofty. I am reading, even if I live in an airtight iron room, I am still touching with my heart and blood The whole noisy world and the grand universe... I am reading, and I am just a bird indulging my wings and fantasies in the blue sky. No external force can force me to submit against my will. Reading is almost like dreaming, It is the most noble freedom and the purest happiness in the world.
——Eden "Reading is the Sublime Joy"
Zhao Xinshan once taught him in the Shanghai Conservatory of Music The feeling of reading original German books and listening to Beethoven's music in the museum is likened to "the carnival of the soul", "spring in autumn", and "the golden dream-like foam that often rises in the deep well of memory." It is so enviable. As a metaphor, he gave the library such an honor without hesitation. In fact, in the heart of every reader, there is an inseparable affection for the library, whether deep or shallow, strong or weak.
The library in my memory is like heaven.