Cherish the memory of that wisp of fragrance of books
Cherish the memory of that wisp of fragrance of books
Open the memory covered with dust when always in the dead of night, cherish the memory of those days once adjacent to book and accompany, that unforgettable wisp of dense fragrance of books, in years that those unforgettable passion burn, I have entrusted all one’s own to the book.
Before long, the book is the indispensable spiritual grain in my life, and exactly those wisps of dense fragrance of books, pregnant with my youth, my ideal, my passion. The book is handed in by so my bosom friend, mine, only favourite and companion that is my life during the journey.
As a child, our six people of one family, parents added four sisters, home was in the countryside, life has tight bar overly. Perhaps it is the cause that father teaches in the village school, I have loved reading at an early age, it seems that there is a indissoluble bound with the book in the unseen world. The labour in the family was bad at that time, though father was industrious, helpless stature was too small, six people of one family in addition, grandparents amounted to eight persons’ land, depend on mother’s, second elder sister’s and my three people going for hardworking perennially for it mostly. Can not come down idly until when in the dead of night always, but whenever this kind is exactly the best time that I continue working by lamplight at time, although the waist sour the leg aches, dog-tired, follow that strange characters and enter magical world in the book, laugh heartily and wail together with personage in the book, but such happiness is satisfied, with keen interest.
Having studied in the middle school, there are many words known, the book read is thick too, especially see one’s own article is regarded as the model essay by the teacher and read aloud in the composition lesson, the proud while in the heart, rejoices one’s own bent and studies even more, it is self-confident and restrained to add somewhat again. Then study more eagerly. For look for wide book source, I all directions run, seek, borrow everywhere, always enjoy too often.
After being admitted to the normal school, the school library becomes my paradise naturally. I know oneself have how much time forget, have a meal because of studying, remember clearly, have, answer hungry stomach in order to buy the book more or less either once. Only remember that there is library a lot of times that has already reached a standard for time of door and only left oneself alone, person who do librarian heart check discontented too, I have to leave away reluctant to part withly; But the next day, I must be the first person who comes here to wait to open the door. How bright it is the time at that time! I am studying, writing the poetic prose, it is a well-known book worm and gentle and silly of the whole school. I close oneself and yearn for the ivory tower. Read like this, write, depend on that wisp of dense vast and black nutriment of fragrance of books, my emotion is abundant day by day, my world is particularly excellent!
Unconsciously, it seems that I sunddenly graduated.
Go on I of the work position, run at a gleam of past three of the classroom, bedroom and dining room all day, although is studying, is writing the characters that oneself doted on, day shows some dullness is also content with one’s lot. It is that one is unable to bear the lonely person to hate oneself after all, with the passing of time, listening to the colleague’s cutting remarks, the one that is looking around is dissipated and luxurious, my ivory tower begins to have a crack, my heart became restless too, and stepped and sold one step that I repented all one’s life at last
Now, my youth, passion, there is that persistent and extremely frivolous one of boyhood, have already died with wind - -Perplexed in to in being numerous and complicated and noisy, sink into in a social one in being of luxury and dissipation common customs, disappear in the muddy world of mortals In this period, I have ever written a little poem entitled ‘ it is drunk to buying ‘, to record the mental state at that time:
Use a several spoons of low-priced small wine
Perfunctory one’s own stomach and nerve come
I would like to use such a way
To annotate life
How much cool detachment is got used to
The worry is no longer young
Scale and ford in the blue sky and sea
You are always creeping like the snail
A glass of wine replaces a dream
Swallow them all into belly
Like at the time of the most enjoyable stage gradually
It is angry that pouring can also spit some wine out
“Have experienced great things and embarrassed water, it is not a cloud except Wushan. ” Years temper, several times, I restless soul that belong to calm slowly finally, the situation in the past often appears in dreamland, a share of sincerity unseen for ages is also agitated in the heart - -Can I still come back? Look like a lost child, can I still return to the quiet harbour where my that party exuberant the fragrance of books?
I am trying, but begin a new round of hardships but the persistent one is scaled and forded!
“Hold the sub hands, live together to a ripe old age with the son. ” The dress that the arm that really wants to snuggle up to you is leading you falls asleep, the sublimity that your fragrance enters life that take a shower; Soak me in your mountain gentle sea of book whole-heartedly, disperse the stink on me with your dense fragrance of books, swing except that my dust in the heart with the sweet spring water of your knowledge
Oh, cherish the memory of that wisp of dense fragrance of books of mine!