Although I am only in my thirties, I am already very old, just like this book, with its yellowed paper, tattered cover, rolled-up pages, and font color that has been worn white by the years. With the reflection of the sun, it still looks like a book. I don't know if it has been wet by the wind and rain on the windowsill too many times, or has been hidden by time for too long. It has the smell of tree roots that have just been dug out of the soil. It is very old. Like all fairy tales, it contains a lot of sorrow and a lot of joy. There is Sleeping Beauty and the Little Prince. Many people hold magnifying glasses and want to find out the many big and small secrets hidden in it, but it is just an old book.
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