Stolen chapters of a one hour

It is three o’clock in the afternoon, no wind, no rain and no sunny day. I am alone in the open and quiet library Hall. There are small round tables and simple chairs in log color, and small and lovely green plants are placed on the table. Put down the exhaustion and the inner boredom, and look at the emptiness and spring outside the window quietly. A flower tree with purple and white colors is something I have never seen before. Those radish flowers that open in brown-red soil are shiny. There was a car passing by hurriedly, and the sound of dogs came. An old farmer was also seen walking slowly with pig grass and firewood. Here is the edge of the city, and also the treasure land for self-seeking. Perhaps only in such a place can the impetuous heart get a moment of peace. This is my first time to come here, which is a little different from my imagination. There was neither the bustle of people coming and going, nor the crowded seats. There is no modern electronic equipment to realize self-borrowing, and even not many books. There are few books in the borrowing room and few books in the literature area. There are some novels, proses and poems, but what I want to read may not be found, and what I find may not be what I like. I casually took two proses and an interesting exchange diary. There are not many kinds of magazines and newspapers in the reading room, and the number is also very small. Because of the reason that it was just decorated soon, the smell was pungent, and it was difficult to open my eyes after browsing several magazines in a hurry. I went downstairs to the area I liked, sat quietly, read the borrowed books, and found myself hungry. I thought it would be better if there was a cup of tea and a piece of bread. I like quietness, such a quiet place and simple prose. It is probably that I am empty-minded, unable to hold too many things, and unable to put myself in a noisy and complicated environment. I like life like short prose, which is clean and simple, fresh and natural, but the true feelings flow and intriguing. Without the thick and huge novels, without the elegance and difficulty of poetry. Yes, just a natural, a calm. If you get a period of leisure time and feel a kind of beauty, you will get a little happiness and a little satisfaction. The world is so big and time is so fast, I just want to stop my steps. It is said that the sound of flowers is like beautiful music, that life in spring can dance in the sun, and that as long as we are quiet enough, we can hear our hearts talking with ourselves, it is said that we can find an omnipotent language by listening to our own voices, and we can communicate and talk with everything around us. Then, let me calm down, stretch my body, put my hands flat, close my eyes and find the world that belongs to me. Now, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I should go home. Thank you for the small world of the library, for the hour that belongs to me, for the spring scenery outside the window, and for all the beauty. I will come again to the place where books are popular. I will listen to the voice of my heart. Busy life, I will be happy!

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