I know that this is an emotion that only occurs in a certain season. It may disappear after a period of time, or it may be regarded as a gorgeous funeral before I have time to record it. I have used many numbers. I remember the time, but it does not stop wandering. I also memorize the page number of a book, and I can quickly find the black curve that I have read. However, reciting the words quietly without disturbing others is a wonderful posture. You can learn the standards of Mandarin, and you can also have an indifferent attitude, unable to grasp their details, and simply savor them in a dull way, like exploring the continuation of a riddle. It is a very interesting thing. If books can bring about the message conveyed by their authors, then they must have a humble desire to be appreciated.
At that time, I would quietly write some words that can moisten people's hearts. My heart will be happy with it.