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I alsowant to say: in the gap in the hurry life, give me the time to read a book, letme stop and so on my soul. Thejourney of life is so long that some people are only busy with their heads intheir haste, and the eyes see only the unchanging land, but the scenery besidethe road. Maybe they got to the end soon and got what they wanted, but therewas something that they could never get. Whydon't you take the book on the road, stop, meditate, and harvest all the way? A bookopens, and I see an unknown journey, a day of trudging, and a song of songs,and I will go through this journey with my book. Reading someone else's life,why not teach it to yourself? The book carries the thought that the people havesettled for thousands of years. It is the thickness and height that no one canmatch. Theonly sage I know is a book. Every encounter with it is a wonderful gift, andevery conversation with it is thought-provoking. Thereis nothing wrong with leisure, and time will not be wasted, and life will notbe wasted. It is not the other, but the man. Sitting down in the rush, takingout the book and reading it carefully, is a detachment, a love of life and life.Make time for yourself and open a book. Why not? Thebook can open another door, let me escape to that world a little rest, quietlyput down the burden on the shoulders, just enjoy, feeling. In the world ofbooks, I leave everything, I know I am a reader, and nothing else. Thetime to read a book can change a lot. Short and short, it may be that in a longperiod of time, a book can be reorganized into a world. When in doubt, sit downand read a book; |
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