There is such a name

Just open the first page, you know what the strings of hope have written. -- inscription

There is such a name called memory, there is such a group of people called second-hand books. I am not a collector, nor am I an enthusiast like a stamp collector.

I simply love books, so I can't live without them. Love books, there is a full shelf of bookcases can be examples. Love books, like in the string of hope taste, guess. Love books, and of course love to buy books, but no matter how many books, in the bookcase in the most inconspicuous corner, from beginning to end there are a few books and not worth mentioning second-hand books.

The book is already very old, the printing paper has gradually turned a little yellow, and even the publication date on the cover has been some mottled, only to understand that the "age" of the youngest one here is not easy to be younger than me. But that is really not my book, I have not been to the old book stall Taobao, perhaps, that will become a key place for me in the future.

These books are all handed to me by the previous generation, bearing the spiritual sustenance of their generation. My books, which are next to them, are a little more than ten years younger than these, and I bought them myself when I grew up. It's my -- it's a secondhand book. It's a hand-me-down book.

When I finally opened the second-hand book, I saw the words of understanding and glimpsed the strokes dyed in them, which also helped me to indulge in the artistic realm. There are some chapters of the catalog I annotated the dense, let me on the instant pride of life, straight to compare with the content of the article, to see who more words. Just one person. Open the book. Only look carefully at these written words, looking back at the original moment, can not see for a long time, still contains some outstanding; Then carefully to feel the words written at that time, some as if I have not allowed, a little childish, immature, that is the sign of today's development. I took the pen, from time to time to outline and erase what.

Sometimes they will also help me to inspire, at that time some ideas, I or have forgotten, and pick up today, there is a great sense of enlightenment, good. Re-reading a second-hand book, especially a good book, I think, is not so much a return of memory, but rather a re-impact on feelings, the impact of such feelings is generally more obvious in the first reading, but each time you read it will have a different new feeling. Read a hundred times, its righteousness to see. This statement is not nonsense. Holding a second-hand book in your hand is like grasping a piece of happiness. Today, this sense of satisfaction continues to expand: in the bookcase on the wall, the old books continue to be added, floating all the interior space, until the "flow" out.

Until one day, someone came to me and said, "What do you want to say about capital?" I have used books, all over the house.

I simply love books, so I can't live without them. Love books, there is a full shelf of bookcases can be examples. Love books, like in the string of hope taste, guess. Love books, and of course love to buy books, but no matter how many books, in the bookcase in the most inconspicuous corner, from beginning to end there are a few books and not worth mentioning second-hand books.