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    On the train, I have been on both sides of the sports car and the toilets of the cars on both sides. Every time I pass by, I feel that they have recognized you.  When I was paying attention to the passengers, I found that someone was reading a book. It was a thick book called "On the Road". I guess I bought it specially for this trip.

    Although I took "Steppenwolf" deliberately, I don't have to read it. I just want to engrave this journey on this book. From then on, the meaning of this book to you will be even more different.  Recently, this sentence has been circulating in my mind¡ª¡ªlife is meaningless, and meaning cannot be obtained, but given.  So I have been deliberately giving meaning to various things, as if I want to cultivate it into a habit.  As the night deepens, the noisy surroundings gradually become quieter, not like silent silence, but as if being gently wrapped in the hustle and bustle, like warm water.  Infected by such an atmosphere, I became very excited and wanted to read a book for a while.  On the way to the distant train alone, all the passengers around have fallen asleep in thousands of poses, only the train moves forward unhurriedly.  The stage has been set, and only the actors are left to enter their roles.  The same book, the same reader, different times, different places, different experiences, and different moods are like keys, which are used to unlock various locks in the book. The keys you get every time  They are all different, and the content that is unlocked varies.  On such a grand stage, only I will perform a silent one-man show.  Steppenwolf is an important prop in a one-man show, taking on the task of providing the treasure of exploration, and it certainly can.  The more you think about it, the better your mood.  But there are still some conflicts, after all, people who see it will think that they are ignorant literary girls, and when they think that they will think so, they will feel inexplicably disgusted.  Different ideas in my mind were exploding, and finally the idea of ??reading a book won!  Because of the flashing thoughts of strangers without any emotion and prejudice, I gave up this may be the most natural and complete stage of life, how narrow-minded and rigid can I have such thoughts?  .  Since the journey is random from the moment the idea arises, why not do everything you want to do on the way?  After making a decision in my heart, I took out the book.

    For you, "Steppenwolf" is like a standard to measure yourself. You will open it to read it on a whim, and you will be very happy whenever you find yourself watching it without emotion.  The first time I watched it was after the college entrance examination. At that time, I was in the darkest period of my life. I don¡¯t know if the world abandoned me or I was rejecting the world.  Speaking of which, I chose to major in computer science and technology because of this reason. I don¡¯t want to communicate with anyone in the world anymore. I just want to spend my whole life in front of a machine.  However, things backfired, and in the end I couldn't really love this major.  When I saw this book for the first time, it seemed that every sentence reached the deepest part of my soul, so that in my freshman year, you cried and said to the counselor: "I don't want to study anymore." Then you gave the counselor "Steppenwolf"  , Said that what was written in it was my true feelings.  From now on, when the counselor sees you, he always asks you with a gentle and friendly smile that looks so exaggerated: "Do you feel better recently?"  It is a kind of proof that you are already on this side of the boundary.

    After turning the pages, I reached page 26, and I wanted to stop, then close my eyes, and quietly enjoy the feeling of not wanting to read any more.  It's a very natural state of mind. When you want to read it, you can pick it up and watch it for a while, and when you don't want to read it, you can put it down.  When I closed my eyes, the elder brother next to me chatted intermittently from time to time.  You opened your eyes and saw that the elder brother on the right was flipping through a book, and inadvertently looked back at the table, only to find that the book was no longer there, and then realized that he "borrowed" it from you while you were asleep  up.  Although it looks rough on the outside and doesn't look like a person who loves to read, but you don't look like a person, you are still very happy in your heart.  During the long journey, we met by chance, and happened to see a book that can comfort the long night, picked it up, read it casually, and peeked into the mood of the owner of the book from a book, and she was right in front of me, talking without words  , Without the meeting of eyes, one can understand a wandering soul.  How poetic.  Walking thousands of miles alone reveals the lonely soul, and with the lonely sentences that permeate everywhere in the book, the penetrating exposure makes me even more lonely.  Those who understand understand everything at a glance.  When I think of this, I can't help being afraid. Is he peeping into his own soul while reading a book?  If he is a decent person, he will accept his soul gently with a generous heart¡ª¡ªalthough it is his self-righteousness.  You quietly closed your eyes, listening to the fast and loud flipping of the pages beside you, as if you could recognize every move around you without opening your eyes.  He occasionally chatted with the friend on the opposite side, and then continued to flip through the book at an increasingly faster speed.  Finally he put the book on the table.  It took a long time before you opened your eyes.  Since he was very concerned about what he would see, he picked up the book to confirm.  The moment you pick up the book and open it casually, then??It feels so strange to the hand, I thought it was an illusion in a trance.  You flip it again, and it still feels the same. When you turn to the second half of the book, you seem to feel the familiar breath of life in a dead place.  You are beyond surprised.  After repeated confirmation, he found that the first half of the pages, each page had been carefully folded along the root with an obvious mark, and his memory of folding the book with one hand while reading was suddenly magnified and highlighted.  Some memories will be endowed with a certain meaning in an instant because of some true thoughts or some comprehensions, and thus become extremely clear.  You are not a person who loves books. For you, a book is just an appearance, and the real value lies in the content of the book, so those few pages are really nothing to you.  The scene in your hand is really a waste!  However, at that moment, you really disliked the person who picked up your book, as if the book had been raped by him in every possible way.  You mocked yourself secretly: "I will become a book lover from now on."

    Today, when I had nothing to do and opened "Steppenwolf" again, I felt that those pages that had been folded seemed to have lost their aura.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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