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f be in the ocean of book 6 years 3 weeks ago #102591

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The quiet London Underground, the quiet girl carrying a bag, the sunny teenager in a plaid scarf, the lady in a yellow trench coat, each holding a beloved book in her hand. The subway swayed from time to time, but even the air was silent. "The things in front of me are finished, and I have quietly entered the seat. Yes, I have been in the prestigious London Underground. I am finally here. I am looking forward to a little bit of book fragrance. I seem to have a little space for myself. Peeking at my every move, I can freely sit down, stand up, turn around and feel the free-looking reading environment. On this quiet subway, I find everyone's hobby is like the currency of each country. It��s always different, but it��s always the same. Just like the people holding books here are all from the love of reading, but some people like to stimulate, love to watch the novels of Higashino Keigo; some people like chicken soup, love See all kinds of successful works that are not flustered and comforting the soul; even more, classic classics, historical articles, especially love. In a foreign country, I can look forward to a heart trip, and come up with the famous Chinese book "Dream of Red Mansions" The charm of reading is like a purposeless journey. The person on the journey never knows what will be found on the road, and does not know where to stop. Open the Dream of Red Mansions. One page, I gradually fell into reverie, others are really good, but I only do the Dream of Red Mansions. Recalling the feelings of Baochao, only the authorities are fascinated, the bystanders are really clear. On the two government's honor and disgrace, only blame the master for the family Powerless, the two under the sleeves breeze. Comment on the various networks, confusing and confusing, the collapse of a house is all damage. I know that the Dream of the Red Mansion is quiet, prefers the style of poetry, poetry and poetry, meticulous and elegant. Read a burial flower �� "Flower Xie Huafeihuatian", close your eyes and think about the scene in the book, I seem to see a weak woman holding the hoe in trembling, even though the tears are full of flowers Marlboro Red, flowers She has been thankful, but she still bows and sings, sings her own sorrow, and buryes her sad memories. Another girl who cried and took makeup did not come to pity, who��s petals fell No one in the land came to smell the incense, and whoever's piece of love thoughts cut off the red dust. I can't help but meditate, is the ancients so beautiful like a jade jade? Or hastily buried the flowers for the rest of my life, or is a self-respect Finished the flow Gradually, I leaned against the seat gently, and my eyes shed tears. I didn't want to go out of the book. I tried to imagine how I would be intoxicated if I lived in ancient times, or if I was intoxicated by the lights, or from the sea. I woke up to forgive the reality and pulled me back to this quiet London subway. The soft-sounding female voice and the sound of getting off the train, I looked around with tears and the people around me were surprised Newport 100S. Looking at my strange Chinese girl, this is probably a feeling of incomprehension. I went to the subway with the crowd, and I looked at the strange streets of foreign countries. The "invigorating" sound suddenly sounded inexplicable. On the shoulder, I was forced to shoot me. I quickly turned around and looked up, as if I had come to another world. It was actually a red table and a red stool. The phone in the bag had been shaking, and I picked up the phone with my eyes. It��s the alarm that is about to go to class. I recalled that all the things that have just happened are my own dreams. The dreams of a beautiful and quiet dream are rushed. I quickly packed my bags and left the library Cigarettes For Sale. , the journey to the classroom. The library has such a magical power, let yourself be in the ocean of books, enjoy fantasy, and enjoy your own dreams. The world is big, but we can't go now, so why not choose to read thousands of books instead of Wanli Road? Reading is necessary, otherwise the dream can be done. The dream is to have it, in case it will be realized tomorrow. What?
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