Every bookmark is hidden in a young past
Cleaning up old books, suddenly from the floating "Song Ci" in the fall to the ground. Pick up a look, it turned out to be a slender butterfly petals; petals, of course, is not the original white, but into a deep red, but bow, you can still smell the faint fragrance. Put down Yulan and read other books. Then, five flowers, three maple leaves, and many grass leaves appeared in this book... At that moment, I seemed to have crossed the tunnel of the times and returned to my own school days.
Twenty years ago, I studied in a university. In the experimental building, South was a garden. At that time, I always liked to read on the garden bench. When I was tired, I put down my book and walked in the garden. I easily picked up a few petals from the book as bookmarks. My books always change with the seasons: in spring, the book is more Magnolia; in summer, the book is more jasmine; in autumn, the book is more maple leaf; in winter, the book is more ginkgo leaf... At that time, I read every book, and I specially selected Bookmarks
After leaving the university campus, these books followed me home from school, standing in the deep of the bookcase. Into the community, life becomes busy, work, work, travel, study... Full of all kinds of sultry days. Busy day, or like to read, every night before going to bed, have to read a few pages. But the book never had a fancy bookmark. When you're tired of reading, grab anything you want to use as a bookmark: paper, cards, even ballpoint pens. Sometimes it's just a discount on the page
Life is always moving forward, these books have been read by my home, rarely flipped. In the passage of time, I slowly into the middle age. And I really did not expect, very careless, I will meet my youth in an old book. Every bookmark is hidden in a young past - that bloom, I picked it up one winter morning; that maple leaf, I took off from the tree in autumn night, when I just finished my experiment class, I took the opportunity to go into the garden. If I don't open this book, my eyes will be attracted by the branches of red maple leaves, so I take off one and hold the "Jane Eyre" I carry with me. I picked the drooping Begonia in spring. At that time, the flowering crabapple in rainy days was very beautiful. I couldn't help but take off a dormitory and grab the pillow of "Tang poetry appreciation dictionary"
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