Standing in front of me was a strange old man with gray hair and a long white beard. He handed me a book with a smile.
A very thick book, bound with the oldest thread binding, and the entire book is made of yellowed kraft paper.
I asked, what book is this?
He smiled and said nothing.
I looked at him doubtfully, unable to contain my curiosity, I carefully opened the first page, and there was a line of small words.
Give you some water.