Odd! Suddenly, the heart was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest wave. I don't pay much attention to the things I once thought were very important.

The years passed faintly in the sound of turning books day by day.

It's a good place to read, and it's a good time to read.

Inadvertently, it's been three years since I came here.

The life of reading, on the whole, seems to be very good—at least, at the time of writing this text, in my heart, everything was good.

Here, there's never a rush to time, so everything is relaxed.

Reading is not a difficult thing for me. Although I know that I have limited intelligence and know that I am very stupid, I can basically be stupid and stupid, so I never worry about my studies or worry about exams.

Just because you've finished writing doesn't mean everything will go smoothly.

It is said that the thinking soul is painful. I don't dare say that I can think, because I'm afraid God will snicker. Although I can't talk about thinking, the thoughts that linger in my mind still impact this thin and shallow heart from time to time.

In retrospect, this mood, like this beautiful and comfortable place, is mild and bright most of the time, and occasionally, it will blow an inexplicable typhoon. This occasional disturbance does not erase the tranquility of most of the time.

I remember that in the past three years, except for two or three months that were destroyed by the emotional madness, the rest of the days can be said to be comfortable and comfortable. I love the life of reading, and I also enjoy the day of reading.

Study, Work, and Re-study...... At this age, I have the opportunity to read again, and I am undoubtedly happy. Of course, I also cherish the happiness of reading!

Thinking about it carefully, when I was reading here, I must have read the books, but I couldn't evaluate the quality and quantity of the books by myself, and I didn't count them.

Reading outside of the book, what should happen and what shouldn't happen; What you want to have, what you don't want to have...... Come to think of it, I've probably experienced it all. Although, the ending of some things makes people think a little sad; But, if you think about it, whose life and where will there be no difficulties and setbacks? When I think about it, I am relieved.

At that time, because of all kinds of people and things, the resentment, unhappiness, and pain in my heart were all pale and indifferent to no trace at this moment, when I looked back. Finally, I finally understood:

Others need to be grateful, no matter what they have given you at the time for good or bad.

You need to let go of yourself, no matter how much you care about yourself or dislike yourself at this time.

Let go of yourself in order to be relieved.

The key to opening the door of one's own heart is in one's own heart.

These prosaic experiences seem to be Buddhist words.

Actually, deep down in my heart, I am Confucian.

It has been said more than once that God made man a mistake. Actually, I don't believe in God, but it's just a smooth way to express what I agree with.

Now, I don't think about it that way anymore.

Pain is an inevitable reality in life. It's just that this pain is felt differently and to different degrees for different people: some people feel it more severely, and some people feel it more lightly. No matter how deep or shallow the pain is, whether it is light or severe, no one is indispensable, and everyone is standard.

In addition to the pain, there are songs and laughter, hope, satisfaction, and even laughter and tears in this life...... All this gives us hope for the future and joy for life after suffering. So, a lot of times, we don't give up easily, we don't give up.

How hard it is to live!

It's even harder to live calmly!

There are many things that seem easier said than done.

There are many things that are easy to see others do and difficult to do by yourself.

There are many things that are easy to put on others, but difficult to add to one's own body.

Just like those two words - "calmly", think about it, talk about it, isn't this "calm" just two words? However, how many people can really be calm? If you want to do this calmly, how much can you do?

After reading a book for so long, I often think:

In the face of a materialistic world, how many people can keep their authenticity?

If I am in the red dust wave, how much can I keep my true nature?

Seeing people eating fragrant and spicy food, how many people can stick to "a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink"?

If I only have a life of "one spoonful of food and one scoop of drink", can I be satisfied?

I often ask myself, when I was studying, I don't know how long I can last this self-proclaimed "calmness" in the future?

Reading is a dialogue with the soul of others.

Reading is also nourishment for one's soul.

Therefore, in the days of studying, life is happy, and the soul tends to be quiet in the struggle.

In any case, the current years of study need to be cherished!

Stealing a few years of leisure, hiding here to enjoy reading.

For me, it's a kind of happiness.