What can you think of for ten yuan and three catties? Radishes, greens, potatoes, and tomatoes are an average of 3.33 yuan a catty, which is really cheap. But what you can't imagine is that this is selling books, all kinds of books, there are everyone's books, there are also publications by unknown writers, there are not all kinds of outdated magazines, a thick book, I don't read the text, I just talk about catties, it hurts my heart.

Words should be respected, but the book market has begun to become chaotic, and anyone with a wealth can publish a book and write a biography, regardless of whether you write well or not, whether what you say is right or not, some publishers take money to do things, regardless of those.

Along with those books, there are also detachable wooden models, cars, airplanes, all kinds of anime characters, ten or twenty yuan a piece, most of them are bought by people, and compared to these, the books are sold much less, who can explain why? Is it because those books are not attractive enough? But there are many famous works and works that have won various literary awards; is it because they sell very cheaply? Shouldn't the cheaper the more people buy? But in fact, books are just a gimmick, and most of them are still magazines, wooden models, scratch paper, and exercise books.

What are we all thinking about? I don't understand, it's hard to figure out, and it seems that the future is bleak.

The lights of the bookstall are still on, a book is lying quietly, the book seller is neatly stacked, but few people turn it, they must be very lonely, the words in the book are about to decay, they are anxious to break free from the constraints, they are eager to be read, they are eager to be chewed, that is their last value, and it is also a piece of the writer's send.

I don't know how much the book seller can sell, I can't bear to look at the book on the scale, get out of there, my heart is crying, but there are thousands of shouts in my ears, they are lonely, withering, until they wither, hoarse, I didn't buy a book, I don't even dare to touch it, because I'm afraid, afraid of being blackmailed by those words, they are dying, they will desperately hope to be hidden on the bookshelf, held in the palm of my hand, and I must have let them down.

More and more e-books make the already sluggish paper book market, more depressed, if a writer, out of a book, can have more than 100,000 copies is still good, and then look at the Internet popular novels, they do not depend on the publishing house, prevail in major websites, the number of daily hits, exponential growth, but the nutritional things seem to be less, in life, growth, also seems to lack a little bit of allocation.

Quiet afternoon, rainy night, early spring sun, under the soft desk lamp, stop the mouse that is always clicking in your hand, or keep fiddling with your mobile phone, flip through your home, whether there is a book to read, pick it up and read it, maybe there will be benefits, the worst but it can also make you a little sleepy, it is good to sleep well.

Listen, the words are crying, that is its last sigh, and it is gone!