Winter night reading

Winter night reading

Talk and laugh at your fingertips

Winter, cold weather, cold rain outside the window, under the light, leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book, the heart of the mediocre disturbance of impetuous quiet down, the winter night is no longer lonely, revel in the smell of books, is a more comfortable thing. When a word jumps into the eye, there is often a kind of serenity that goes deep into the soul, and there is a sweet fragrance from the bottom of my heart. The chic sound of nature is far better than the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Read it, just read it, until midnight, until the third shift. I am afraid that only reading on winter nights can create an indifferent state of mind and loneliness independent of the rest of the world. I am afraid that only reading on winter nights can drive away worries and slow down the extravagant desire for fame and fortune. The world in the book is colorful, which can melt thick ice, resist the whistling cold wind, and comfort people's tiredness and sadness during the journey. Leaning against the head of the bed, holding the pillow, there is a warm, soft smell. Make another cup of hot tea, float in the book and tea, at the same time, let the winter night, have a kind of thoughtfulness and longing.

Under the shadow of the lights, I always feel that time and space is often changing, and some things that have passed away, like what I have experienced in front of my eyes, have turned into a kind of my own experience.

In the vast snowy night, the grief and sigh of "Lin Chong running to the Night" echoed in my ears. I only felt that the new wind was cold to the bone. When I thought of the infinity of the universe, I felt that my life was short, and I was sad to cry alone. this is a kind of desolation and helplessness that asks the hero of the sky with passion. Ba Jin old man's "Book of telling the Truth", the simple language beat my heart like a stick, checked the hypocrisy and ugliness of his own little heart, blushed and feverish, and restless; the delirious madness of "beating the drum and scolding Cao", and the cheerful laughing and scolding instructions, also let people have a kind of cheerfulness to vent their hearts. Shen Congwen's "Border Town" tells the story of the simple, beautiful and fascinating Phoenix town in western Hunan, which seems to make me feel the rural style, customs, scenery and feelings there. Liu Yong's "Love is not deceitful". After making people laugh, close the volume and chew: love is a simple word, but the art and skills of love are not simple. We need to manage it with wisdom, cultivate it with sincerity, and maintain it with true feelings. Lu Xun's prose is most suitable for reading in the winter night. "from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House", "Mr. Fujino" and "Fan Ainong" have been read over and over again in winter night. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, can not be seen in the open mountains, but the voice of speech can be heard. The light of the setting sun shines into the deep forest and shines again on the moss. I deeply feel that the poet has created a deep and bright symbolic realm, and the poet depicts the unique silence of the empty valley people and the oblique glow, which is really intriguing. It's a happy and enjoyable thing to have books for company in winter.

Every night, I often smile and cry when I am moved. Those sentences mixed into family affection, friendship and love are intertwined with one after another the most authentic love and pour, such as Dingdong Mountain Spring, trickling water into the heart, like an empty valley and orchid, romantic rose fragrant heart, like a surging tide, constantly hitting the depths of the heart.

Outside the window, it was cold, windy and rainy, and sometimes snowflakes fell. On a winter night, I only have the sound of flipping through books, cozy! Sipping a cup of tea is enough to appease the disturbed restlessness in your chest. Eyes slightly closed, think about it, in the world of mortals, although we are all led by food and clothing, but some people are deliberately busy for fame and wealth, some people are squeezed by competitors, feeling dismayed. In the blink of an eye, most of my life will soon pass, in a daze, in fact, where can I get any leisure? Life is like sending, life is so fast, like the birth and death of floating, so short that it has to be compared to something outside the whole process of time, come and go in a hurry, for most people, the past will not leave a trace in nature. At that time, the swallows under the eaves of the rich and powerful families could not find their way back when they turned around. Su Dongpo I do not go but not happy sentence, has its profound philosophy, life is always bumpy, I think no matter what circumstances should be indifferent to face, let oneself happy, no matter what way life exists, we should learn to be kind to ourselves.

Reading in winter, even if it is cold, there will be a bright sky at the bottom of my heart.

The book closed gently, and a hint of tiredness came. Read a few more pages. There were still two pages left to read, but the book fell to the ground with a snap. Regardless of it, the body tilted and fell asleep, what a beautiful taste.