I AM totally moved. I
don't know if it's because I'm sensitive or I'm in a trough, and the 15-minute short story has to cry. . .
As far as the short story itself is concerned, the gist is too clear that Fantastic books can bring us the fabulous world. After a raging wind, the world has become black and white, and people facing upheaval are at a loss. Mr.Morris Lessmore, who usually loves to read and write, happened to meet a girl who was taken away by a group of flying books. He found that the world around him had become colorful, and the girl smiled warmly. WHAT HAPPENED? With curiosity, he followed the illustrated book featuring Mr. Egg to a book house like a pigeon shed, and he spent the rest of his life with those lovely books. He recorded the moments he was with books, and made others fall in love with books as much as he did, rediscovering the once colorful world. In the end, he, like the girl who led him, left the bookstore with Feishu with a happy smile. When the books were reluctant to part, another little girl quietly entered this magical world and read the book written by Mr.Morris Lessmore.
I just felt absolutely ashamed of the book on my desk, next to my hand, and even in the bookcase at the end of the curtain. Whether it is necessary for exams, necessary for study, or impulsive, many of them have read half of them and put them aside. At the very least, I'm lucky to have kept each book well--book covers with beautiful bookmarks. Thinking of the school days, the owner of the books wrinkled like oil residue around the seat, I believe their books will be even more chilling. The colors brought by books have been gradually replaced by the visual age. There is no doubt that the intuitive feelings brought by TV, film, animation, etc. are more attractive to the lost generation in the 21st century. This kind of mental work is overloaded under the pressure of life. On the other hand, the continuous occurrence of scientific and technological intelligence is also intoxicating, and the convenience of PHONE or PAD also makes more and more people give up the traditional way of reading.
I miss the bookmarks I made. When I was a child, every time I went to Chengdu, I would go with my grandmother to pick up the big golden leaves under the ginkgo tree in the church, and put them in the thickest modern Chinese dictionary for a month. After the leaves dry up, make them look like bookmarks, and then secretly sprinkle a little bit of my mother's perfume on it~ The book will have a faint floral fragrance~ Now it's better, the ginkgo trees all over the city have no interest in making bookmarks; This kind of convenience, but also the will to read a book without sleeping. I have to admit that the world is getting grayer and grayer when I grow up. Childhood dream bubbles burst one by one. Sometimes, It is believed that being pratical means being dull.
Hurry up and hug the books I take the exam, touch the rough pages with both hands, ask about the fragrance of the ink, and retrieve those colorful memories.
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