曾几何时,临窗而坐,伴着一弯新月,携一卷书,在幽暗漫卷的夜晚,让轻狂的思想在书中沉淀,沉淀成一个理智的自己。曾几何时,凭几而卧,听着空灵的音乐掩卷沉思,让尘世的喧嚣在书中远去,沉寂出一幅静谧的油画。就这样,我走进了这个与知识相约的读书年龄,结下一生一世不解的情缘。 Once upon a time, sitting in a window, accompanied by a crescent moon, carrying a book, in the dim night, let the frivolous thoughts precipitate in the book, precipitated into a rational self. Once upon a time, lying on several occasions, listening to the ethereal music and setting aside meditation, let the earthly groaning go away in the book, silently painting a quiet painting. In this way, I walked into this age of reading, which is similar to knowledge, and I have a love for the next life.