Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 262 (Fanghua I)
For secular youth, I would like to bring books to find the fragrance of flowers.

The window wind chime tells the gentle footsteps of the breeze.A plum blossom blooms in front of my window with an elegant fragrance.I quietly followed the voice in my heart, and walked slowly to the bookshelf by the window. After a little deliberation, I picked out a book, and lightly dusted off the cover of the book. Into the dusty world of books.The first acquaintance with the book is like returning from an old friend.Whether it is Lin Qingxuan's prose, or Ji Xianlin's essays, whether it is Tang poetry and Song poetry, or foreign masterpieces, there is a sense of deja vu that "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I think Qingshan should be like this when I see it".

When I turned the pages of the book soaked in the fragrance of ink, I entered another completely different world in a trance. There was Li Yu's melancholy and compassion of "flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth", and Su Shi's "Test new tea with new fire, poetry and wine "Nianhua" is open-minded and unrestrained, and there is even Li Bai's indulgence and ease of "I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, and the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the qin". Qin Songs and Han Fu, Tang Poetry and Song Ci are all a landscape that has been dusty for thousands of years in the book.

The long history, the heroes, the 5000-year-old characters and historical sites, and the history and culture have all been transformed into a stroke of ink painting drawn during Chi Suliu's years, and remain as ink marks of different shades in the book.Today's books, either once shone in the sky a thousand years ago, or will dazzle in the sky a thousand years later, they will eventually bloom in the sky of history and culture with their dazzling light.

The beauty of the book is that it can play a piece of "Mountains and Flowing Water", with continuous strings and sheng, and lingering sounds. "If you want to play the qin, you hate the ignorance of your bosom friend to appreciate it." Friends are easy to get, but bosom friends are hard to find, and bosom friends are like the moon in the water, or the flowers in the mirror.I take books as my confidants, and search for every flower, every tree, every bodhi.I understand the meaning of the book, and the book also knows my heart.Reading is also a confidant with every author, and a conversation with every author.Through the words, I can describe the author's melancholy and joy in the book, which has the charm of "the butterfly is also sad at dusk after the rain".If the author's slight sadness is revealed in the book, it will undoubtedly make my mood sad and stained with a layer of imperceptible frost; if the author's joy in the book is beyond words, it will also make me feel as happy as smelling the summer jasmine fragrance pleasure.Mountains and rivers come back again, which is the shadow of the book. Stepping into the world of books is like a person suddenly walking into the painting, wantonly enjoying the gentle time of "gambling on the books and splashing the fragrance of tea".The white-haired old man walks alone in the wind and rain, the cardamom girl looks at herself among the flowers, the spring trees at dusk, the thin horses in the sunset, the border outside the Great Wall, and the snow in Tianshan in May are all the scenery in the book.The book walks with me, and the scenery in the book is also the scenery in my eyes.

In the afternoon of leisure, I want to meet with books.When you are with the book, you don't have to think about how long the road ahead is, and you don't have to worry about how far away the distance is. Just put the time at that moment in the world of books.
I would like to soak my body with the fragrance of ink, and spend the rest of my life with the book.

(End of this chapter)