I will make a plan to read twenty books in a summer vacation; I
will pay attention to the series or few names on the library card;
I don’t know when I want to work hard to write a book, and then work hard day and night; I will feel that eating and sleeping are all Wasting time;
staring at a favorite thing for an entire afternoon without knowing that time is passing slowly;
telling my own cat my deepest story and believing that it
will understand; thinking suddenly for something To check the information, research, and think about the things you want to know;
will deliberately go a long way every day for a favorite store;
like to soak in the library, forget to eat, forget the time, forget the library will be closed;
will fall in love with a store People or things that are out of reach, such as Baron Cat, such as Depp;
will take a two-hour car ride for a cup of coffee or a special book bar, and then only stay for more than ten minutes before rushing back...
those dream times. I seem to be doing what Tsukishima Wen is doing all the time, but I seem to be just doing these things too! What kind of corners of my heart are those dreams hidden in, I can't fully explain it myself!
The old grandfather with a romantic story in the cartoon compared Tsukishima Fumiko to an unpolished rough stone. The light of the rough stone flickered in my mind for a long time, like a soulful old song, sung from a long time ago. The same emotion as before. The first time I knew the rough stone and saw the rough stone was in Hotan, Xinjiang. Hotan's suet jade has always been very famous, but a few people know that each piece of exquisite jade comes from rivers, mountains, and roadsides piece by piece. What about the unremarkable and even ugly stones that were picked up and polished? In Hotan, what is more famous than suet jade is the stone bazaar, where all the raw stones are sold. Those stones full of magical luster are mixed with more ordinary stones with the same appearance as them, waiting for the lucky you to discover it, It is so tempting to find it and finally have it, but because of the over-mining of jade, there are fewer and fewer stones full of magical luster, and the probability of discovery is of course getting smaller and smaller. And Tsukishima Wen is a lucky rough stone. She met the first reader who knew how to protect the rough stone, and the people who loved her wholeheartedly and worked hard to support her to understand her parents, these people who knew the value of the rough stone Carefully take care of this lovely rough stone. It was because the last time he came to see her before he was about to leave to start his two-month trial, she was looking up the materials she wanted to know in the library, when she saw with a very surprised look sitting across from him. When Tian Ze was long, Tian Ze said: Grandpa told me that you must be here now. Sure enough, I found you. I will be leaving tomorrow. Now I will not disturb you. We will talk after you finish the book. So the two of them sat facing each other, each reading a book. I was moved by such a picture, he was caring for this lovely girl and her beautiful dream, and there was something deeper in this caring - we call it love.
Now, in such a complex world, who would care about an ugly stone, who would pay attention to whether it was a real rough stone? Everyone is too tired, too busy, and too concerned about all kinds of life, and they forget the special luster that is getting farther and farther in their hearts, forgetting that she cared about a certain station on a certain street corner or a certain rooftop in a certain month in a certain year. Or how he tells you in the most subtle words and actions how she or he loves you, forgets who he was, and often goes to a library for a special her or him In a coffee shop or a restaurant, you have forgotten the feelings you want to express but are afraid to express... People who don't even want to think about these important things, who would think about the problem of rough stones? Who would ask themselves if it is a rough stone that has been polished and broken? Who will carefully recall whether he or she who once rubbed shoulders with you bloomed or withered in front of you?
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