This love and good are not the same. Falling in love first is a feeling, and then getting better is an obsession.
When he was a child, he loved to play and explore, everything in this world was new in his eyes, and he wanted to explore it, this original intention, it was commendable, if anyone could keep it, it would be successful, Leonardo da Vinci was such a person, and he was still curious about what the shape of the woodpecker's tongue was when he died.
When I was a teenager, I was entangled in school, the pressure increased, and there was not much time left for me outside the school Xi, plus boys, hormonal explosions, sports became the biggest pastime in the amateur, but I would also leave a little time to read books and read the books I liked.
Growing up, starting a family, the pressure of the eight directions wrapped up, forcing myself to give up a little hobby hidden in the bottom of my heart, and to cater to customers, leaders, hobbies of people with interests, very lucky people will find intersections, but unfortunately I don't. Fishing, playing mahjong, drinking, smoking, bragging. I don't like any of them. I don't want to like it either.
Middle-aged has arrived, no hobbies, it's scary to think about, a bookstore in the city opened, went shopping, and found that it turned out that reading is still my own love, a good thing, pick up a book, and my heart is calm. Even if you don't like a book, you can read it before going to bed, it can be more effective than sleeping pills, sleep more soundly than a pig, the words in the book in the dream, intertwined, the cranial nerves are quickly connected, and you wake up refreshed. It's also a beautiful thing.
Now sometimes I write some angry words, some people are willing to read it, some people hate it, some people scold it, it's good, such as hobbies, everyone has it, many people say no, it's covered by dust, or unwilling to admit it, don't hesitate, uncover it, dust it. The hobby is in everyone's heart, and I'm talking about the real hobby.