There is a bookstore in Paris that puts the "little fox" in "The Little Prince" on the shelves, and the little fox is surrounded by books.

The little prince repeatedly said, "What does 'domestication' mean? ”

"It's something that's often forgotten," the fox said, "and it means 'creating relationships.'" ”

"Creating relationships?"

"Yes," said the fox, "you are nothing more than a child to me, no different from thousands of other children. I don't need you. You don't need me either. To you, I am nothing more than a fox, no different from thousands of other foxes. But if you domesticate me, then we will need each other. You are unique to me and I am unique to you......"

The little prince domesticated the fox, and when he was about to leave, the fox said, "...... I'm going to cry. ”

The little prince thought it was the fox's problem, that the fox wanted to be domesticated, and that the fox did not get any benefit, but the fox said, "Yes, because of the color of the wheat." ”

The little prince thought that the rose was empty because it was not domesticated, and that his rose, like the fox, was unique because it was domesticated.

What forms the core of domestication? I guess it's the time it takes, no, how can it be said it's a pay? Giving more corresponds to reward, this is the adult world, people often say - equivalent exchange.

Did the French put the little fox on the bookshelf so that the book and the little fox could domesticate each other?

I think it's interesting.

There is domestication between people and books, and when you pick up a book, when the words flow into your mind along the air that is not fresh, through the night intertwined with light and moonlight, you establish a unique connection with the book, and this feeling is personal and clear.

The book of Ander is a long night, and the mist is still long.

We are willing, according to some self-defined rules, unconsciously influenced by books, and finally become a state of integration of "the reader and the book", every time this state appears, it will make people feel wonderful, yes, we are willing to be domesticated.

Speaking of which, in the 20th century, there was probably no French writer whose reputation could be compared to that of the author of "The Little Prince", the aviator Saint-Exupéry.

I studied in the bookstore in Paris, put the "little fox" on the shelf, Douzi was puzzled and felt naïve, that afternoon, when Senior Ming Yang came to the bookstore, he asked me curiously, "Is it the fox in "The Little Prince"? ”

I could only nod, "Yes, it's that one." ”

The second method my grandfather said was to pick up random books to sell at the bookstall according to your preferences.

To me, it's a bit like selling my own irrigated, sheltered from the wind, and by selling the caterpillar's little flowers to others.

This...... It is inevitable that there will be some discomfort in my heart.

"I'd like to borrow a book."

The senior suddenly spoke.

"Borrow a book? It doesn't matter, the books here are basically sellable. I said, and tapped my head a few times.

Douzi couldn't help but smile secretly, I stared at him for a moment, and then he put away his smile and chatted with Liu Min, who came with Senior Mingyang.

"Which one do you want to borrow?" I asked again.

"Ah, borrow that copy of "Don't Walk Meekly into That Good Night."

The senior pointed to a book with gilded letters on a red background above the shelf.

"Is it a collection of poems by Dylan Thomas?" I looked at the bookshelf and checked with my senior.

Liu Min walked over and walked up to me at some point, "Since the release of "Interstellar", many people have changed this poem to their signature. ”

It is like a poem about love, but it was written by the poet before his father's death.

The two recurring lines in the poem are:

Don't be docile into that good night

Rage, anger against the death of the light.

Dylan Thomas's poems are hard to understand, but they are good. Fortunately, the temperature, yes, human beings are fragile and insignificant, and the poet, although he is a drunkard, shouts the heat of birth.

The universe is vast, dark and lonely, but man wants to see its face, but he has to wake up to its darkness and light.

The power of life to die, the poets of mankind have gone forward and asked one after another to string together a piece of music.

I stood on the chair and climbed to a high place to take down the poetry collection, which was published by the People's Literature Publishing House, with a red flannel cover, a gilded vertical font, and a very elegant binding with a sense of precipitation, which added to the beauty of the poems in form.

Dylan Thomas's anthology is the first in the anthology I own, the second is Eliot's The Waste Land, and the third is Gibran's Selected Poems The Sand and the Foam.

This set of books is beautiful on the shelf, and the price is not expensive, except for one drawback that is very annoying.

Perhaps because of the red flannel, every rainy season in the yellow plum season, small mushrooms are easy to grow on the cover, and white-green mildew begins to grow from the spine of the book, and crawls unhurriedly to a wider world.

"Is this book made on purpose?" Senior Ming Yang frowned and asked.

Liu Min followed and stepped forward, probably seeing this kind of book for the first time, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Is it the reverse printing?" I asked.

"Yes, the cover and the contents are reversed." The senior replied.

"Oh, this is also an occasional case, this poetry book is originally a second-hand book, I bought it at a second-hand bookstore, and it was because of this upside-down mistake that I thought it was funny."

"Did Rixia deliberately buy a misprinted book?" Liu Min was very confused, and I told her, "That's true, I bought it on purpose." ”

The senior laughed, "I also think it's very interesting, especially this is a book of poems, poetry originally has a sense of spatial transformation, such a mistake, when reading, the feeling of spatial confusion becomes more and more intense, really good." ”

Liu Min didn't understand the senior's words, and he didn't seem to be interested in poetry collections.

She walked alone to another room, perhaps looking for a book on the shelf she wanted to buy, maybe just waiting for something.

It occurred to me that when everyone stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the books standing upright, and the neat spine passed in front of them, people would mentally read the names of the books and the names of the authors.

This process is like a ritual, first looking at each other, people look at books, books look at people, and it is unknown whether they will eventually choose domestication or whether they are willing.

"This book can be sold, and it's not expensive, why should the senior borrow it?"

"Probably because I'm afraid that Lixia will be reluctant." Beans suddenly burst out of the sentence.

"No reluctance, all the books here can be sold," I added, "If there are books that cannot be sold for the time being, I will put them on a shelf for borrowing only, and the bookstore does not have this shelf at the moment, so these books are all sold." ”

Senior Ming Yang smiled strangely, "Okay, it's rare to get a misprinted book, I definitely want to buy it." ”

I glared at the beans with a winning look.

Douzi pretended not to see it, and I had a whim and said to the senior, "Can I ask the senior for a favor?" ”

"Help? Happily. Senior Mingyang smiled, "Say, what's the busy." ”