我爱书,当朋友们大谈网上阅读的快捷方便时,我辩不过,我只是爱那一本本精心挑选的在书架上可感可触的书,那一张张似有余温的留有残香的纸。书之寂。捧起一本书,翻开那曾被折过的一页,面对那一道折痕,我会痴痴地笑。那会儿,我兴奋地将它折完,向往生活的每一秒,去寻找生活的字典, I love books. When my friends talk about the speed and convenience of reading online, I argue that I only love the carefully selected book that can be touched on the bookshelf. Paper. The silence of the book. He took up a book, opened a page that had been folded, and faced that crease, and I would laugh in a vain way. At that time, I exhilarated it, and every second of my life, I searched for a dictionary of life.