Essay prose accompanied by literati

First, life has a dream book as a pillow.

That year was the lowest point of my life. After graduating from college, I found several jobs in a row, all of which were not ideal. Coupled with emotional loss again and again, at that time quiet inside. By chance, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper for a teacher to teach in a middle school in a mountain village. It's a bit like being a low-paid volunteer for a year. I went at once, because I felt that my tired mind needed a quiet environment to rest.

On the second day of school, I got a big traveling bag from the railway station in the town, which was full of books. Life in the mountains is closed and lonely, and there is a feeling of being far away. It was those books that took me around the world. Under the setting sun at dusk, under the lonely lamp in the silent night, I walked into other people's stories again and again. At that moment, the tide of desire will quietly recede, and my heart will be as calm as a lake. On the wooden bed in my dormitory, beside my pillow, there are many books scattered. I dream in the books, and my dream is also very peaceful.

Once a student asked me, "Teacher, what do you do in your spare time?" I said, "Read!" She hesitated and said, "Teacher, can you lend me your book?" We have no other books here except textbooks! "I said," good! "That day, she happily took back a copy of Ordinary World from me. A week later, when she returned the book, she said to me, "Teacher, this book is really good. Now I know how to work hard for my dream! " I smile, knowing that this book has opened a beautiful young heart. Since then, more and more students have borrowed books from me. Some famous books, such as Cattle Protect Yourself, The Scarlet Letter and One Hundred Years of Solitude, have been borrowed many times, and even books such as Caigen Tan and Small Window have been read. I just reread these books. I remember that I read these books with appreciation and worship, and seldom read them with my heart. Now the old books are turned over again, but the heart moves with the books, and the taste of life is broken.

I remember when I first went to college, I went to school to report that in the waiting room of the railway station, I saw a man lying on a bench sleeping with three thick books under his head! At that time, I remembered a poem: "There is a dream book as a pillow in the middle of the night." So I became interested in those three books, so I leaned down and cocked my head to look at the titles of the introduction. The word "Les Miserables" caught my attention. I haven't read this book at that time. I guess it must be a person's tragic experience or life, so I decided to read this book first after I got to school to solve my doubts. Later, I borrowed this book from the school library and spent a week reading it. I feel not much different from my original guess. Now I reread this book in this mountain village, but my heart is shocked, because when I was in college, I only saw Jean Valjean's miserable life, but I didn't see what price he paid for his conscience. I didn't see his miserable life, and this is also the most regretless life! Think about it, I feel that my little setback is really nothing, but I have been heartbroken for it, which is really shameful.

I once asked students to write a reading essay, and they all wrote it. After reading it, I can't help feeling and moving. It turned out that my book inadvertently opened a door for their lives, which I didn't expect.

A year passed quickly, and my heart was full of strength. It is not the tranquility of the mountain village that heals my soul, but the book fragrance that repairs my soul. When I left, I gave all those books to the students. They are bound to experience hardships and setbacks in life. I hope they can calm down in a gloomy situation, reread these books and see new hope between the lines.

After that, I will toss and turn again, but I won't let my dream break easily. Wherever I go, I have to buy some new books. There are more and more books in the luggage, so I can't bear to throw away some books that I have read many times. Every time I read a new book, the world in my eyes changes. I know my life can only be decorated by books. Once, I changed my job and went to another city. When I arrived at the station to pick up my checked baggage, I was told that one of my bags had cracked halfway and most of my things had been lost. I was busy watching it when the saddest thing happened. The scattered luggage is where I put my books. What a pity my book is! I would rather lose other valuables than those books. I was depressed for a long time, and I traveled all over the bookstores in this city, and finally made up some, but some earlier versions can't be found anymore, which became a permanent regret.

This relationship with books is getting closer and closer in drifting. I know I will never give up studying in my life, but they are constantly making up for the cracks in my dreams. Every year is a book. I still live a life of half a bed, half a book and half a bed. Taking the book as a pillow, my dream is really quiet and beautiful. I suddenly realized how that man could sleep so peacefully in the noisy environment of the waiting room of the railway station. With books as the spiritual pillow, the dream of life always exudes the fragrance of rationality.

Second, books can smell good, and I don't need flowers.

In the four or five years after I graduated from college, I wandered around and lived without a fixed address. The only thing I haven't abandoned is books. No matter in the south of the Yangtze River or in the vast Xiaoxing 'an Mountains, those books have accompanied me all the way. Besides, my bag is empty. No matter what kind of fate, these lovely friends have given me endless warmth and strength.

When you are upset, watch Thoreau's Walden Lake or Sanmao's The Story of the Sahara. In such a very quiet and peaceful mood, my heart will gradually calm down and forget all the insults. Those resentful complaints are integrated into the landscape of the book, and their hearts are as soft as ever, with warm feelings flowing.

That year, I lived in Beijing, in a basement in the suburbs, struggling to survive. When I hit a wall everywhere and shattered my dreams, I frantically broke everything that could be broken in the humble room. At that time, I even wanted to fall. By my side, there are too many dream catchers who have gone astray in life after repeated failures. However, the full bed of books gave me a temporary hiding place, living in the spiritual world, and I began to summon up courage to go on. During that month, I studied day and night. Like "Ordinary World", I watched it many times, but I still watched it from beginning to end. Especially when I saw Sun Shaoping suffering for his dream, but he kept on moving forward, my heart was deeply shocked again. For an ordinary person at the bottom of life, it is the most precious and difficult to stick to a pure heart. Just like Jean Valjean in Les Miserables, it's hard for him to go straight from the wrong path, but it's even harder to do good in the face of heavy pressure and lifelong escape, and it's even harder to do good without being known or understood. In front of him, I can't find any reason to let myself fall. When I came out of the basement and stood in the sun again, the shadows in my heart were swept away, and my dreams in life grew wildly with those fighting forces.

In my spare time, I often go to bookstores. Walking among the long bookshelves, the air is full of knowledge, and all I see are pious faces. Whenever that happens, my heart always surges with inexplicable emotions. I like all people who love books. In the exquisite sea of books, my heart often flies back to the dark hut next door when I was a teenager. At that time, I had just entered junior high school, and an old man in his sixties lived next door. His house is full of waste paper and metal, and he lives on it. I often go to his cabin. I can't tell you what attracted me there. I only know that when I get to him, I can find some picture books in the waste paper pile. When I squatted in the garbage and looked at the picture book with relish, the old man smiled at me. Once the old man gave me a thick book with binding, in which many books on children's literature were bound together, and the cover was carefully pasted as before. In those children's literature books, I found what attracted me most in life. I think the reason why I embarked on the road of literature today is inseparable from that. Later, the old man died, and he left me a big box of books collected from waste paper, including Chinese and foreign masterpieces and periodicals. The first books I read in my life are these old books, so I have a special feeling for them.

Once I found a book "Education of Love" in a second-hand bookstall in Shenyang. This is an old version. I bought it without hesitation and didn't even open it. When I went back to bed and read it carefully, I found a story full of surprises. The blank space in the book is full of words, or feelings, or comments, which is more of a person's earnest hope and teaching. This book was originally a girl's treasure. She is full of expectations for her brother in the book, which is touching to read. This is not the magic of things. I remember reading the story about this book in Reader or Youth Digest, so I rummaged through it and finally found the article entitled "What's wrong with a book". The love education in the article is really the one in my hand! At the end of the article, the author lamented that I don't know how my brother abandoned such a book full of hope for his sister. With the passage of time, this book has reached my hands fatally, and I also lament how the author abandoned it! Later, I gave this book and the article "The Meeting of a Book" to my brother in middle school. I added a sentence on the title page of the book: "every word of that sister is what I want to say to you." Cherish this book and cherish the dream in your heart! "

Most people who like reading love books and life and are unwilling to lend them out. But I like others to borrow books, even if they don't return them. As long as it doesn't degenerate into toilet paper, someone will always have it and cherish it. And books are for reading, not for hiding. I hope more people will read every book. I will read every book that others send me carefully, because I can't live up to my friends' wishes, and I can't live up to that book with ink fragrance. I remember a friend once gave me a set of philosophy books. At first, I was depressed and wanted to throw them away. But at the thought of my friend sending it from thousands of miles away, I was forced to take my mind out and chew it word by word, and slowly I saw the taste. After reading several thick books, I found myself with a brand-new understanding of the world, which ordinary literary books can't give me.

Now I have settled down temporarily, and my home is full of books at my fingertips. Once a friend visited and walked around the room, saying, "You should put some flowers in your room!" " "I pointed to those books and said with a smile," Tea is intoxicating, so why drink it? I don't need to spend money on books, because books smell good! " "After that, we laughed.

Maybe I will set foot on the street tomorrow, and I will still use books to pave the way. Wherever I go, books are my only luggage. I also firmly believe that books will make my life exude the fragrance of reason forever.

Third, the time to repair old books.

In my spare time, I will take out some old books, most of which are my favorites, and some are even much older than me. Some old books were handed down from my family, and many of them were found in second-hand bookshops. Whenever I open the old books, I feel confused. If I have such a book, I will keep it well so as not to be damaged. Why don't the original owners of these books cherish them?

Later, it was found that some injuries were unstoppable. For example, those books published in the 1970s and 1980s, because of their age and poor paper quality at that time, will change from white paper to light yellow and crack easily, just like yellow leaves in late autumn. This kind of book is difficult to repair, and the more damaged it is, the more places it will be. Moreover, adhesive tape is generally not usable, because it contains chemicals that will corrode the paper of the book. It is best to use homemade paste and add a little alum to prevent corrosion and moths. Generally, it is to repair the cover. If there are defects, choose paper with similar texture and color, cut it to the same size as the defective part, remove the burr on the cover and align it. I have a collection of poems published in Tiananmen Square in the 1970s, and that's how it was supplemented.

I have a series of novellas waiting for the Spanish writer Colin Triado. I bought the translation of 1970 from the second-hand bookstall. This book is extremely damaged, the cover is almost completely damaged, and the text is stained in many places. I have been repairing this book for a long time, and the cover can't be repaired, so I found a paper with similar texture to make the front cover and back cover again, printed the title, author and translator publishing house, printed the pattern, and it looks brand-new. However, it is extremely troublesome to deal with the filth of the inner pages. For common stains, pad absorbent paper, gently wipe it with a brush dipped in soapy water, then wash off the traces of soapy water with clear water, and finally clamp it on both sides with absorbent paper and dry it with an iron. For those scrawled handwriting, we should take some special methods to remove it, such as "eliminating the spirit" or something.

The process of making up old books is a very quiet process, and every step is carried out with great concentration and care. And when the old books have been transformed in their own hands, there is a great sense of satisfaction. Sometimes even if you can buy an identical new book, you are willing to repair old books. Old books have a special feeling for me. When I think that many people have read it, I seem to have absorbed many people's thoughts when I read it, which is particularly interesting.

Therefore, you can not only buy some old books that are out of print, but also feel carefree when thinking about repairing them. Once, I came across a thread-bound book, an ancient arithmetic book, called Yuan Henry Jane, woodcut. After buying it back, I found that the damage was more serious than I expected. But I am really a layman in sewing thread-bound books and dare not start. There is no specific method for online search. Later, I met a master in this field through a friend, and he generously promised to help me repair it. That afternoon, I watched him work hard and was amazed at his series of methods and skills. When the book Yuan Henry Zhen reappeared in my hands, it had already given off a new color.

When I have nothing to do, I still find old books to repair. Those days were like clear water, quiet and beautiful. Although many people will laugh at my approach, how many people can understand it?