Afraid of rain, you won't come

The rain is fine and fine, and my face is a little bit cold. Beijing is more and more like Jiangnan, which is the secret I discovered after living here for ten years.

The reason why I don't live in Jiangnan is that I'm afraid I'll be bored by the continuous rain. Is there anything more tragic in the world than living in a place that bothers you and is powerless to change?

However, what is more tragic is that Beijing is not only as foggy as London, but also adds haze. Haze has become the normal state of the weather, and anti-fog masks have become a necessity. Even unreliable Japanese research institutions say that northerners live 5.5 years less than southerners because of smog, and the calculation is accurate as if it can tell your heart to go on strike forever after tens of thousands of times.

Of course, I don't believe this statement. Life or life cannot be accomplished by calculation. What does that depend on? I don't know, either.

When I stood at the bus stop and watched the traffic jam on the Third Ring Road, I was still thinking, if only I could come to the library once a week. The first picture is opposite me, and the irregular ridge is slightly outward. If there is anything I like about Beijing, it is probably this library.

There are fewer people in the library on Friday. I used to come on weekends, and there were so many noisy people that I had to queue up in front of the self-service machine to return books and borrow books. Almost two-thirds of the books on the shelf have been taken away, and the empty shelf seems to show off its loneliness.

I walked carefully between the bookshelves, carefully pulled out the books, turned over a few pages and put them in. It's not that I don't like it at all, but the number of eight books borrowed at a time makes me responsible. You can't go back by car with just a few books. If, when reading, it is found that it is not desirable at all, or even a piece of garbage, it is a terrible thing.

"Open books are beneficial", is this correct? If so, there are no junk books. If not, then we have been passing on a mistake for thousands of years. I agree that it is beneficial to open a book in front of a blank sheet of paper. Because it must have gone from white paper to ink, information began to flow in my mind. But in front of one book, and then spread out another book, then there must be an appropriate confrontation between the two books. This kind of confrontation is the battle between the reader and the author's mind. It's hard to say who wins or loses. It is hard to be a reader who can beat the author, but it is fun.

List the borrowed books:

1. Revenge (Belgium) George Simonon

Simonon is a world-famous French detective novelist, and the most popular image is inspector McGregor. Made a series starring Mr. Bean. I've seen it. Just so-so, but the story is exquisite. Finally, a little high-energy inversion. The British have always been introverted, and so have TV plays.

2. Life (Malaysia) Clock

Malaysian Chinese literature is an important part of Chinese literature. Zhong is my favorite prose writer, even surpassing the female writers in Hong Kong and Taiwan. It is precisely because Chinese in Malaysia is on the edge of the Chinese-speaking world that the writers there are particularly spiritual. Those words float in the clouds of imagination, and that kind of reading is a great enjoyment.

3. Letter from Huangma Mountain (Taiwan Province Province) Liu Kexiang

Liu Kexiang's book is particularly good to read, close to spoken English, but it gives birth to an extraordinary charm. This is the charm of being close to children and teenagers. No one can write so many children's books and lead the children to do the Tadano survey. From the countryside to the railway, from the green grass to the flowers and trees. As a result, a lot of "wild interests" were born, and this interest is my pleasure in reading.

4. "Warring States Japan 2: Aesthetics of Losers" (Japan) Mao Lumei also.

I am Mr. Mao Lu's brain powder. Gao once said that fans are fans. Don't be silly. But I have been catching up with Legendary Japan, Fairy Tale Japan, Peaceful Japan and Edo Japan published in 2006. If I don't admit my brain injury, it would be inhuman. I still want to say that sometimes the human brain is harmless at all. It's stupid to pretend to be smart everywhere

5. The heavy ship Kamakura

This one, I don't know the author. However, because I was interested in the Kamakura era, and because it was next to the book of Teacher Mao Lu on the shelf, I took it together. When I think of Mrs. Kamakura written by Masaaki Rihara, the scenery of Kamakura era should be very interesting. I guess this is a book about my war with the author.

6. Scarecrow (Japan) Natsume

Recently, I chased the Japanese drama "Natsume Soseki's Wife" and suddenly became interested in his life and works. I also understand how the brothers in Brothers are so cynical and straightforward. This book has also been translated into Grass by the Road. However, I saw that the cover of the Japanese edition of Yanbo Bookstore and Xinchao Society impressively wrote "Daocao". Even if your hero has a source.

I borrowed six books, and I wandered around for three hours in the first picture. Really tired. I had a rest in the small cafe on the second floor and ordered a matcha cake and a latte. The cake is fresh, probably because of the rainy day. Matcha has the smell of aquatic plants, with a slight fishy smell. Latte coffee is warm, not sweet, a small cup.

Seeing that few people were quiet, I wanted to turn over a few pages and stay a little longer. Who knows, a 70-year-old man with gray hair and beard flashed between screens. He found a corner with a good view and sat by the window. He put away his umbrella and put it aside. I took an object out of my pocket, pulled it out, looked around, and put it back in my pocket. The waitress in the coffee shop is obsessed with a book and has no time to take care of the old man's actions.

In an instant, Liu Lanfang's Biography of Yue Fei slowly drifted into my coffee cup. In the cafe, in addition to a table, there are four young men and women who look like college students pointing at the computer to discuss problems, and their voices are almost inaudible. The old man and I are the only ones left. I looked at the old man for a few seconds. He deliberately raised his head slightly with a sly smile in his eyes. I followed the example of my alien uncle Martin and extended the invisible antenna at the top of my brain. I received his message completely. I gulped down my coffee, leaving half a piece of "water grass cake" and escaped. I know with my back that my uncle is screaming silently.

Standing in the light rain at the station, I remembered Xu Dishan's poem: "Because I asked you out, you refused to come;" Or can't come because of the heavy rain? "There seems to be no such problem between me and the library.