Old book stalls

In your opinion, every old book is an old man who has suffered hardships and hardships. After suffering the ups and downs of half a lifetime, they finally stopped at the bookstalls at night. Old books were eliminated by the colorful book market. Under the erosion of years, their colorful colors faded away, and their faces were old and covered with dust. However, it is so quiet and calm. You can’t help stopping in front of the old bookstall and stopping for a long time. Taking advantage of the faint light of the street lamp, I drew out old books one after another, carefully stroking the yellow and wrinkled pages with my fingers, as if listening to the gloomy and distant story of an old man. Compared with bookstores with gorgeous binding and dazzling lights, you prefer old bookstalls under dim street lamps. Books in old bookstalls are mostly mixed with good and evil. Old books The regardless of various grades and ranks, no hierarchy of don’t. Although before, they might have occupied all the scenery and glory in the Emerald team. But once he left the flashy seat, he could only return to the dusty corner and criticize the wind and frost alone. Facing these old books, you think of the metaphor that calls life a journey. After getting off the bus alone, how many passengers can remember? Where shall we get off? Where does the partner sitting next to him get off? Where does our friend get off? This is the mystery of life that we can never solve. We will also complete our life journey with these puzzles. These old books lost under the erosion of the wave of time remind you of the candles on the cover of violin bands when dancing Waltz, which gradually fade out from sight. Some people and things, like these candles, become the past of time. No matter how unforgettable it was, it will end. How much do you want to think of yourself as a thick old book full of dust. You can watch a person’s vicissitudes and see the surging wind and clouds around you, the Sun and the moon changing and standing still. But facing old books, you will only feel that your heart is a bottomless hole, hovering material desire and impetuousness. It can never be filled and satisfied. The city is full of dust of temptation. You weave a net by yourself so that you have nowhere to hide. One day, you wake up on the top floor of the skyscraper and find that the whole city is empty. You are repeating the everlasting emptiness and loneliness forever. However, the life of books is much longer than that of human beings. After decades, hundreds of years, even thousands of years, they will still spread in the world. Under the street lamp at night, you walk through Old bookstalls one by one, as if passing through many people’s lives.

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