book heart

Alvina 2022-04-19 09:03:04

Some people say that the most honest and simple communication in the world is reading, probably because there is a sincerity in the book.
Good writing must be honest and harsh with yourself, and it is difficult to deceive yourself.
No wonder Hu Lancheng said to Eileen Chang, "It's no wonder that you are such a good storyteller.

Reading "The Magical Flying Book of Mr. Maurice Lessmo", I was inexplicably poked into tears.
Seeing the woman who was carried by the book and flew through the sky, she put down a book and led him forward into the House of Flying Books.
From then on, the book is the table, the book is the bed, and the books are fed, dried, and accompanied by books, just like raising children.
Days and nights are short in this world, but the years in books are long, and when I look up with the book, I don’t realize that the years pass by.
After packing up and leaving, the book accompanied him on the last journey, and he actually regained his youth and youth, and flew to the sky with the book.

To quote a passage:
At least, I have sometimes dreamed: The Day of Judgment came, and the conquerors, the judges, the statesmen came to receive their prizes—their crowns, their laurels, their immortality carved in marble name, and when the Almighty saw us approaching with our beloved book under our arms, he turned and said to St. Peter, not without envy, "Look, these people have no reward. We There's nothing for them here. They love to read."
True.

There is also a shocking scene, a dilapidated book on the verge of old age and death, the most needed salvation is not repairing but reading.
Mr. Morris jumped and twirled between the words in the book, bringing the book's pulse back to life.
When I came to the world, I longed to be heard and understood. This is the heart of books.
What about the human heart?
Mr. Morris gave the book to people to take home, and was stunned by the light of the world in the book as the child opened it.
Mr. Morris left, and the little girl in black and white came to the House of Flying Books. When she touched the book and smiled, she suddenly became colored.
Books are the light of life, books are the color of the world.
But I pray for the end of my life and live up to my heart.

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