I love reading.

Early in the morning, the sunshine, as usual, gently passed through the gap in the window and quietly fell on my bedside. I woke up leisurely, and subconsciously reached out and touched the unfinished book by my pillow. My fingertips touched the page with a slightly rough texture, and my heart felt an indescribable sureness and satisfaction. For me, a new day, in this way, in the gentle touch with the book, slowly opened the curtain. After a simple wash, I walked to the desk by the window with the book in my arms. Outside the window, birds are singing happily one after another, as if cheering warmly for this brand-new day; In the window, I was immersed in the wonderful world of the book, with no distractions. Today, I read Camus's The Outsider, and when I opened the pages, the unique writing style instantly attracted me. I savored word for word, and the seemingly indifferent attitude of the protagonist Merso in the face of his mother's death and his various experiences in the absurd world made me deeply think. I can't help thinking, in this complicated world, what is the real truth? What attitude should we take to face the sudden absurdity and impermanence in life? As time passed quietly, the sun gradually became hot. Belly duly issued a "goo goo" protest, and I was shocked that it was noon. After a brief lunch, I didn't choose to take a break as usual, but I couldn't wait to go back to my study and continue to enjoy myself in the sea of books. This time, I opened Natsume Soseki's I'm a Cat. The cat in the book observes the human world from a unique perspective. Every inner monologue and every sharp spit on human behavior made me laugh and fell into deep reflection. Through the cat's eyes, I have seen the absurd phenomena that we are used to in human society, and have a deeper understanding of the complexity and multifaceted nature of human nature. Unconsciously, the sky outside the window gradually darkened. I put down my book, got up and exercised my already sore body, and then went to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner for myself. While waiting for the food to be cooked, I picked up a collection of poems in the kitchen-Tagore's Birds. Those concise and philosophical poems, like a clear spring, slowly flow into my heart during this busy life, giving my tired mind a moment's comfort and nourishment. "Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves", just this sentence contains endless wisdom of life and awe of life, which makes me chew it repeatedly and have endless aftertaste. After dinner, the night has completely enveloped the earth. I went back to the study again and turned on the desk lamp. The soft light instantly lit up the whole room, and also lit up the book in my hand that was about to start a new journey-Yu Hua's "Living". I've heard this book countless times, but I've never really opened it. Now, when I finally open its first page, Fugui's ups and downs of life will be like a magnificent picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of my eyes. From the first rich young master to a series of hardships such as war, poverty and the death of relatives, Fugui lived strongly all the time. Looking at his story, my mood also rises and falls, sometimes I feel sad for his experience, and sometimes I am deeply moved by his tenacious vitality. In this long night, I seem to have experienced his life with Fugui, and witnessed how he stuck to his love and persistence in the stormy fate. It's late at night, and the world outside the window is silent, only a few insects occasionally sound, breaking the peace of the night. I gently closed "alive", and my heart was full of emotion. This day, I spent in the world of books. From morning till night, every book is like a close friend, accompanying me, thinking about life with me and feeling the ups and downs of life. In the world of books, I can cross the boundaries of time and space and talk to wise men at all times and in all countries. You can experience different lives and feel the world; You can fly freely in the ocean of words and explore endless unknowns. For me, reading is not only a hobby, but also a way of life, a deep love of bone marrow. It let me find a quiet harbor of my own in the noisy world; Let me find the way forward when I am confused; Let me feel endless beauty and warmth in my ordinary life. I know that in the future, no matter how my life changes, books will always accompany me and become an indispensable part of my life. I turned off the light gently and lay in bed, and my mind still echoed with the wonderful fragments and touching plots in the book. Accompanied by the book, I slowly entered the sweet dream, looking forward to meeting the book again tomorrow ...

Early in the morning, the sunshine, as usual, gently passed through the gap in the window and quietly fell on my bedside. I woke up leisurely, and subconsciously reached out and touched the unfinished book by my pillow. My fingertips touched the page with a slightly rough texture, and my heart felt an indescribable sureness and satisfaction. For me, a new day, in this way, in the gentle touch with the book, slowly opened the curtain. After a simple wash, I walked to the desk by the window with the book in my arms. Outside the window, birds are singing happily one after another, as if cheering warmly for this brand-new day; In the window, I was immersed in the wonderful world of the book, with no distractions. Today, I read Camus's The Outsider, and when I opened the pages, the unique writing style instantly attracted me. I savored word for word, and the seemingly indifferent attitude of the protagonist Merso in the face of his mother's death and his various experiences in the absurd world made me deeply think. I can't help thinking, in this complicated world, what is the real truth? What attitude should we take to face the sudden absurdity and impermanence in life? As time passed quietly, the sun gradually became hot. Belly duly issued a "goo goo" protest, and I was shocked that it was noon. After a brief lunch, I didn't choose to take a break as usual, but I couldn't wait to go back to my study and continue to enjoy myself in the sea of books. This time, I opened Natsume Soseki's I'm a Cat. The cat in the book observes the human world from a unique perspective. Every inner monologue and every sharp spit on human behavior made me laugh and fell into deep reflection. Through the cat's eyes, I have seen the absurd phenomena that we are used to in human society, and have a deeper understanding of the complexity and multifaceted nature of human nature. Unconsciously, the sky outside the window gradually darkened. I put down my book, got up and exercised my already sore body, and then went to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner for myself. While waiting for the food to be cooked, I picked up a collection of poems in the kitchen-Tagore's Birds. Those concise and philosophical poems, like a clear spring, slowly flow into my heart during this busy life, giving my tired mind a moment's comfort and nourishment. "Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves", just this sentence contains endless wisdom of life and awe of life, which makes me chew it repeatedly and have endless aftertaste. After dinner, the night has completely enveloped the earth. I went back to the study again and turned on the desk lamp. The soft light instantly lit up the whole room, and also lit up the book in my hand that was about to start a new journey-Yu Hua's "Living". I've heard this book countless times, but I've never really opened it. Now, when I finally open its first page, Fugui's ups and downs of life will be like a magnificent picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of my eyes. From the first rich young master to a series of hardships such as war, poverty and the death of relatives, Fugui lived strongly all the time. Looking at his story, my mood also rises and falls, sometimes I feel sad for his experience, and sometimes I am deeply moved by his tenacious vitality. In this long night, I seem to have experienced his life with Fugui, and witnessed how he stuck to his love and persistence in the stormy fate. It's late at night, and the world outside the window is silent, only a few insects occasionally sound, breaking the peace of the night. I gently closed "alive", and my heart was full of emotion. This day, I spent in the world of books. From morning till night, every book is like a close friend, accompanying me, thinking about life with me and feeling the ups and downs of life. In the world of books, I can cross the boundaries of time and space and talk to wise men at all times and in all countries. You can experience different lives and feel the world; You can fly freely in the ocean of words and explore endless unknowns. For me, reading is not only a hobby, but also a way of life, a deep love of bone marrow. It let me find a quiet harbor of my own in the noisy world; Let me find the way forward when I am confused; Let me feel endless beauty and warmth in my ordinary life. I know that in the future, no matter how my life changes, books will always accompany me and become an indispensable part of my life. I turned off the light gently and lay in bed, and my mind still echoed with the wonderful fragments and touching plots in the book. Accompanied by the book, I slowly entered the sweet dream, looking forward to meeting the book again tomorrow ...