Library

Bandari's country music played in the quiet night. Picking up the book, the flowing words linger in my mind. The book is about the past and present, and the ebb and flow of one thing and the other, revealing the short and long flow of life. (What quietly controls our lives? Don't doubt all the beauty, and refuse to admit the cruelty of reality.) Long nights of reading, familiar figures, common memories, and intellectual touches in the noisy world. There is always a kind of reading that makes you suddenly enlightened; the people, scenery and things in the book circle, the hidden world behind the books, and the journey of tears in the world of images are not to be missed. The publishing turmoil, the drifting sands of urban identity, the true origin of the turbulent flow of art, the rebirth of cultural contemplation, the dream mirror of the turbulent economy, the footnotes of a crazy era, let the reading of the soul be purified in the pure air; the language, youth, emotions, fate, imprint, and struggle of each generation, how can you deserve the turmoil of this era? How refreshing and touching it is!