There are no books read in vain in life.
On and off, for almost a month, I used the spare time in the car to finish this book. When I reached the last chapter, I felt a bit reluctant to part with it. Is this the end? I couldn't help but flip back to the table of contents and read it again.
Perhaps a good book is like this, making you unable to resist reading it again and again.
Initially, it was the title that made me involuntarily pick it out from among many books. Out of habit, I looked at the author, Liu Xinwu, who is one of my favorite writers. After reading his book, it felt like having a chat with an old friend, experiencing endless joy from ancient times to the present, from north to south.
Standing at different points on the timeline of time, under the same moonlight, reading words written by the same person, how wonderful it is.
Things that touch you in life, they touch you, and only after you write them can they possibly touch the readers.