Adults say, "It's better to take Wan Li Road than to read thousands of books." And I have traveled Wan Li Road and read a lot of books, because I compare myself to a long-distance traveler, just wandering in the world of books. I know that books are good teachers and friends; Sometimes, it is also a spiritual pillar.

I like close contact with words, and I am changed by them in a subtle way. The more books I read, the more I change myself. Everyone thinks that books have only ink fragrance. However, in my sensory world, books have a faint scent of roses. In that garden, you can see a hundred flowers blooming and competing for beauty.

I didn't think books were very important before. Until later, I read more and more books and gradually became a beast in my heart. I felt very excited when I heard this book. I like reading and smelling books. As they say, there is a tiger in the heart and a rose in the nose.

It can be said that the faint fragrance of roses attracted me to the world of books. Let me increase my knowledge and know what's going on in the world without going out. Let me become confident and cultured between the lines. I remember when I was very young, my mother told me stories. I was always fascinated by them and gradually fell in love with them. Later, as I grew older, I finally picked up a book and read it carefully. I remember that whenever I hold a good book, I am always excited. Seeing them ups and downs or calm and comfortable, I seem to experience it together. This book has made my quiet days choppy.

Books don't make people drunk. Once I shut myself in my room and smelled the fragrance of roses all over the room, so that the tiger in my heart could smell the fragrance carefully. I always feel inexplicably full when I smell a wisp of incense. It is also the faint fragrance that lures me to open the rose garden, so it floats in my life, dances with it in my life, and becomes more and more intense.

No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, my life is full of books.

In spring, everything revives, the grass grows and the warblers fly. In fairy tales, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and large tracts of wild rose seeds are scattered in the garden of my life, and birds fly to the branches. The seeds germinate gradually.

In summer, when the summer rain falls, I put down fairy tales and took out ancient poems. The poems and songs in the book deeply attracted me. Those gentle and delicate words make me in the room seem to be caught in the world of rain. Walking briskly with raindrops on the bluestone board, the wild roses blooming all the way have also become charming.

In autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, the wind blows the leaves, and there is a faint sadness. The mood is still lingering, watching the leaves fall and scatter all over the floor. I couldn't help feeling sad, so I fell in love with graceful words and saw that Li Qingzhao was "haggard for Iraq." And it was at this time that Bai Yutang's fragrance was the strongest, and she wanted to lose it.

In winter, I like reading some warm words to enrich myself in the world of ice and snow. Those words that exude a faint scent of roses have softened my chaotic heart and calmed my disheartened heart. Tell me, Winter. In fact, it can also be warm.

Every word and sentence in the book is worth savoring, and every article is a person's past and future. I calmed the tiger in my heart and let it swim with me in the rose garden. Fortunately for me, the tiger raised by my repressed emotions for many years knows how to smell.