Morning, the ground is wet

The old woman, whose name was mora, loved books. She said to me seriously: "everything in the world is in the book."

"Everything that is not in the world is in the book, and there is plenty of space in the book." I said.

She smiled, nodded her head in agreement, and added, "I have a collection of over four thousand books, and I must look them over every night before I turn off the light."

She's funny. I said: "books, sometimes do not need to read, touch on a very beautiful, very satisfied."

"So do I," she cried. "I touch books." She stroked the book in a happy virtual way. Twinning eyes sincerely show that she is my bosom friend.

Conversation is a process of mutual and self-seeking. This conversation pleased me, for it was a wonderful habit to find both a confidant and a confidant, to touch a book.

In your spare time, pull out a few old and new books from the bookshelf. It may be the brain of a philosopher's writing, the charming raving of a visionary, or the record of the whole process of the rise and fall of a human mind. Some books have already been read, or read again and again; Some books are bought and stand on the shelf, this time is not want to read, but to turn over, look, just touch. The unread book is a sealed world of seduction, which must be interesting and more intelligent. Open to read is a kind of enjoyment, in the hand is not easy to open is also a kind of enjoyment. The books I have read have long since become alive, like friends, and I am familiar with their feelings and emotional ways, each of their precious details, including the thought that once put me out of the re-lit....... It's enough to flip through, see, touch, savor, relive, and reexperience. Why read any more!

When an old book is in my hand, it gives me another taste. Not only its content, everything, is far from where it is today. The style of the cover, the layout of the inner page, the typeface of the printing, all with the unique flavor of the era and the charm of eternal inreply, and from the wear and yellow pages of vivid emanation. Perhaps the book does not have much to read, nor much enduring ideological value, it is more like an antique object in the hand. Its cultural value has come first. The meaning of this culture cannot be read. Just look and feel it.

Mora said her late husband was a bookworm. Half of her books and hobbies come from her husband. Her husband was in his study all day, and when he wasn't reading, he moved the books around, looking at them and feeling them. "He is like a drunk in a wine jar, which is really drunk!" She said it with the air of a charming picture.

It occurred to me that "the best of men and of books is to go beyond reading." But I didn't, because she already understood.