In Luoyang City, there lived a writer on Daobei Road, he was still a single boy, and in the summer of that year, the writer was busy every day after a day's work. He likes to eat barbecue on the street at dusk, watching the sunset, his face looks very yellow, which is why he often goes to the street at dusk to bask in the sunset.

The writer lived the life of a small jasper, very rich, not short of money, in the summer, he wore blue jeans with adidas brand white top, looking very innocent. He had a hundred-yuan bill in his pocket, which was the money he used to eat barbecue on the street, and he walked towards Zhongzhou Road on Jinguyuan Road, and after eating barbecue by the way, he felt very happy.

He knew that there was the largest Xinhua bookstore in Luoyang City on Zhongzhou Road, and there was also a readers' club in it, so he boarded the elevator to the door of the Xinhua Bookstore readers' club on the fourth floor, and looked at the notice posted at the door: Voucher to enter. He knew he needed to get a library card, and it was a good library, and the writer had visited their branch in the Qianhe district when he was a child. There are high-end tables and chairs inside, and the environment is very good.

The writer strode into the bookstore and was stopped by a young librarian, who whispered to him, "Do you have a certificate?" Do you have a certificate? The writer had applied for a library card before and knew what was going on, so he said without hesitation: "I'm here to apply for a library card, how much does it cost?" The clerk replied, "50 yuan." "The writer paid for the library card, which is an electronic card, which is very modern.

The writer's physical fitness is very good, so he sat at the high-end table and chair in the library and read a book and watched a dusk, that dusk, it was really beautiful and intoxicating, the writer read the book very seriously, unconsciously it was dark, the writer went out to eat barbecue in Daokou Lane, forgot to wear a watch when he went out, the writer didn't think so much, he wanted to read and see the library get off work and then go home, in this way, it seems very romantic.

Until the sun went down and it was almost dark, the female clerk came to urge the writer: "We have finished work here." The writer felt very sorry, so he hurriedly bowed and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't know, then I won't read it." So the writer put the book back on the shelf, and the title of the book was "Kissing the Petal Tears", a very new book. To this day, the writer can't forget the romantic and poignant love story in that book.

Hurriedly farewell, the writer is thinking about his own affairs on the way home, this bookstore is too far from home, instead of reading books in the library, it is better to go to the book city on Daonan Road to buy books and read them at home, and there is still time to eat barbecue on the street at dusk.

I don't know why, since then, the female clerk has been waiting for a long time, and the writer has never gone to their bookstore again, because the writer thinks that the books in it are a bit old, so it is better to buy new books to read, which is cost-effective.

The writers really didn't go to that library again, because they thought their books were old. The writer also wasted the 50 yuan, 50 yuan is enough to watch for a year, but the writer only went to the library to watch one evening.

Since then, writers often go to the book city on Daonan Road to buy books and read, and all they buy are new books. In fact, from that dusk, the female clerk had fallen in love with the writer, and the female clerk stood in front of the glass window of the library and waited for many dusks, and waited for many spring and autumn, and the writer, sure enough, really did not go again.

This writer is me, why? I think the book is too old. Actually, there really isn't a need to be so new to read a book......