Reading is a form of environmental solitude. When we read a book and wander between the lines, we have a dialogue with the text, the characters in the book, and the author. Next, we need the tranquility of the environment. You can read in, but it's hard to get out. Reading requires a quiet and warm interaction, a "paradise" where no one will disturb you. Have you ever remembered that in the stillness of the night and the drizzle like silk, we sat on chairs, sipping a cup of fragrant tea, and were dominated by books. Our thoughts wandered between the words, and our emotions fluctuated between the words. Such a night is like the mood of words, etc. ! Have you ever remembered the practice process of reading the words of Confucius and Mencius, understanding the poems of Li and Du, reading Liu Yong's essays, appreciating metaphysical chapters, building a pagoda of literature on the sand of wisdom, feeling the pure beauty of literature, and understanding the true meaning of life at night with the solitary lamp?
