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Flipping open the book:

The Dao is the Dao, and the Dao is the Dao.

A name could be called, but not a name.

The beginning of the nameless world, the mother of all things.

Cloud:

Jia Baoyu read.

It was during the performance, Jia Baoyu held a book and shook his head, but no one could read it.

Now, I seem to mean something like that.

But it's not that I don't want to read it, it's that... Man, I really don't understand.

Damn Brian, he even teased me for knowing five thousand Chinese characters.

P, swear.

Looking at the words "Dao can be said; Dao can be said; Name can be given; Name can be given; Name can be given;", as well as the words "Mysterious same name; Mysterious same door", the meaning was simple and incomprehensible.

Big head, sleep.

This thing, it was too hard to use as a pillow, so he threw it aside.

Comfortable night without return.

When I woke up in the morning, I was still the only one at home.

It was a big world, only my shadow was with me, I didn't know if it was bored or not.

But with Brian's word, I really don't have to think so much.

Pack up something to eat, breakfast, milk, eggs, cake...

There's no need for that. I can't eat that much.

He fed himself to his heart's content and took a circle around the kettle to water it.

Anyone with water doesn't matter.

When I finished, I held the book and prepared to read.

A book, what a good thing, I can't refuse to see it whenever I want to, and I can't be tired of reading it twenty-five hours a day.

As long as he was careful not to dirty it and tear it apart, he would flip through the book five or eight times. Except for the fact that it might be a little darker and thicker, it would still look the same.

This was probably one of the few things that wouldn't decrease no matter how much one used it.

The balcony was overcast.

The sun was like a piece of white jade, or the sickly's pale face, without a trace of blood. It hung in the sky all by itself, mechanically revolving by the earth.

When the sun was pale, there was no trace of warmth.

Looking at her listless appearance, I would rather not see it.

Thus, the balcony was closed.

Stay in the living room.

The four walls of the study room were stifling.

I want a place that's more spacious and bright, a place that makes my chest feel more comfortable, and a few smooth breaths.

Just reading a book made the sofa in the living room very comfortable to lean on.

In addition to the Book of Virtue, there was Nils on the Goose, Tagore's Guitangari, and, well, The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was recommended to me by Yu Hu Bing. She said that it was now highly regarded by a certain country and that it was very useful to everyone in the business world.

I fainted. I'm a student now, who cares about the supermarket.

So, I brought out the Grimm and the Andersen.

Looking at how he was tired of changing his taste, he didn't want to let down his childish words, right.

In fact, when he was young, he had read a few fairy tales, but they were all borrowed from others. Not only did they have an unpleasant expression, they even had to return them within the time limit.

Now, at least, I could see.

Reading books is a waste of time, and I'm a good waste of time.

There was a lot of food in the house, but no one came back. I have to take care of some, so I continued to read.

To be able to sit down quietly and read a book, to be able to read a book with such leisure and comfort, I am happy.

Heh, back then when I bought so many random books, Jade Gorge actually didn't say a word about me. I even felt like he was prepared to give me a few homes in the bookstore to casually read through.

Yeah, just look around.

But I can't read that much at once, and it's enough for me to read the scriptures for half a year or half a lifetime.

And it's more comfortable for me to go home.

Look, I'm the only one in the house, and it feels good.

The woman was busy inside and out. At noon, she would prepare food for me, wash my clothes, and clean up the carpet with a vacuum cleaner …

As for me, there was an extra person at home, so I became increasingly quiet, seriously reading my book.

"Ferry"

It was dug up from somewhere else:

On the day I had to leave, the sun came out of the clouds.

The blue sky stares down at the earth — the wonder of God's creation.

My heart is sad because it does not know where the call comes from.

Did the whisper from Mild Wind come from the world I left? The tearful song there blended into a cheerful silence.

Perhaps the scent of the island came from Mild Wind?

It lies in the distant sea, in the warm embrace of the summer flowers and plants.

I saw your silent figure standing by the rudder, and all of a sudden I saw your eyes staring at me;

I will no longer sing, I will call out to you, I will cross the river.

My boat longed to be free, to dance to the rhythm of the wind and the waves.

The day had passed, and now it was night.

The friends on the shore had left.

Untie the mooring, and we will sail under the starlight.

When I left, Feng Xiaoxiao sang in a low voice.

The helmsman, oh, steadied the rudder.

A tear fell onto the page.

I looked up, barely able to hold it in.

After two days without any comfort, he called me to tell me that he had something on.

So I was alone, making a home.

Do you want to push my boat away when I'm standing at the ferry?

Did anyone send me on my way?

Does anyone sing with me?

"On the day I have to leave … My heart is sad because it does not know where the call came from. "

Did I arrive early on the day I had to leave?

The sky was dark. Was there going to be a sun coming out?

A clear and cold feeling seeped out from the depths of his bones.

I'm going to get my school report tomorrow. Should I go by myself?

I have never left home alone before. Perhaps, I should ask Yin Yijie.

Yin Yijie's birthday, also seems to be in the past few days, I bought him a hardcover version of "Qualification Review."

Heh, the many titles memorized by the Chinese Literature exam are slowly being turned into whole books by me.

Holding the phone, I hesitated.

I didn't really call Yin Yijie because they took good care of me.

Maybe I should call Sung University. After all, he's the one who usually delivers me.

However, the comfort had disappeared. Song University, are you still going to care about me?

Am I abandoned, or am I forgotten?

Forgot, maybe I can remind you that if you gave up on me, I would still pester you, is it …

Outside the window, the sky was still overcast.

It was a bad winter.

Sighing lightly, I, think, it's better to wait.

Perhaps, he would be able to return in the evening when he was comfortable.