The sky is as blue as the sea, and the rolling waves are flowing clouds. Now that the sting in the solar term has passed, the wind is still wrapped in a chill. Spring is frolicking, playing, and touching flowers and grass on the way to the south, like a child who is greedy for scenery, and is reluctant to devote himself to the embrace of the Saibei grassland that is looking forward to it. In the middle of the night, an unintentional conversation said the word "bookworm" that made me feel satisfied, and I used it as the title to write a trace of spring sorrow in the sting. I haven't written for a long time, it's not that I don't want to talk about the ups and downs, but I blame the impetuous heart for not being able to calm down, and I stopped writing and writing, and then, I kneaded a ball of waste paper and curled up in the paper basket, fell asleep, and dreamed of spring and autumn.
Bookworm. I think it's good, because of the dependence on books, books into my mind, roundworms in my morning thoughts, I really don't know how to spend the days without books, the wind knocking on the night window of the passing years, not the endless clouds and water of silence. In the past, he compared himself to a bookworm. That midnight sentence made me ashamed. Silly; Zeng Guofan, a heavy minister in the late Qing Dynasty, deserves it, and he is still reading it the day before he dies, with his faint old eyes that are almost blind, how much more is he stupid! I am like a small worm lurking in the ink fragrance of the book, greedily wandering between the lines, and the book is also like a roundworm, controlling my spiritual world, allowing me to taste the mixed feelings of the red dust in the morning and sunset. On the title page of the book, I often leave a few words, and then stamp a seal—the west wind brow. The white paper and red letters, like a dazzling flag, waving in the wind, but those words taken from Nalan Rongruo in the Qing Dynasty are taken to express a scar in my life that is difficult to heal - how much hatred the west wind has, and it can't blow away the eyebrows. At the right time, carve a small seal and idle chapter - bookworm, in order to entrust the soul of the book and worship the Chinese culture.
Bookworm. Very good!