Books I Read

The past few months have been a slow-floating time in my life. Since resigning, I seem to have temporarily lost my direction, wandering in my thoughts day after day, often asking myself: What am I good at and what can I do? Only recently have I gradually realized that the person who has always been with me is actually the novel I have been reading for fifteen years. As an old bookworm, those days and nights spent with words may have quietly become a part of me. So an idea came to my mind: Why not carefully record the feelings and thoughts after reading the story? Even if it is only a sporadic response, it is a small step from reader to expression. This may be just a whim, but I am willing to start from here and write slowly.