In daily study, work and life, many people have the experience of writing essays, and they are all familiar with them. According to different genres, essays can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following is a bookmark essay that I have collected for everyone. You are welcome to share it. A Bookmark Composition 1

One night in the summer, I locked myself in the room and lay down at the table, but I had no intention of studying. The hissing sound of the fan made me even more upset. I was thinking Picking up the phone from the drawer, a bookmark was blown up by the fan from a slightly yellowed, broken book and fell to my eyes.

This is the first bookmark I remember using.

I still remember that a few years ago I bought a copy of "Cultural Journey" in a bookstore, and tore open the package. The cover was blue-gray, with the author's elegant and free cursive inscription on it, glowing with a touch of joy. The book itself is glossy and smells like sandalwood. There was a bookmark on the title page of the book. I picked it up and looked at it. The bookmark is printed with an ink painting: an old man, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, walking among thousands of mountains. The faint figure looks particularly small among the dense green mountains. There are many obstacles on the road ahead, and his The figure from the back is so vigorous, powerful and firm. Bitter Journey - This bookmark fits the title of the book quite well.

Attracted by this bookmark, I couldn’t wait to start reading. This was also the first time I read a book with such interest. As soon as I read it, I was immersed in the great rivers and mountains in this book. The bookmark holder is also located further and further back in the book. Finally, I placed it on the last page of the book. "Cultural Journey" was put back on my bookshelf, but this bookmark also accompanied me on my "joyful journey" of seeking knowledge.

In the past few years, like the person on the bookmark, my footprints in the mountains and rivers have become increasingly dense. The bookmark accompanied me, taking me to appreciate the majesty of the Western Regions, enjoy the scenery of the North, and listen to Jiangnan tunes; I witnessed the King of Qin sweeping the world, experienced the chaos of the war, and experienced the ups and downs of the world. Bookmarks have witnessed my accumulation of knowledge and brought me spiritual growth.

Picking up this bookmark again, I accidentally glanced at the words written on the back of the bookmark: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." Yes! The road ahead is long, and only through hard exploration and unremitting struggle can we cross these mountains!

I put the phone back in the drawer, put the bookmark on the table, picked up the pen, settled down, and started studying. A bookmark composition 2

My favorite thing is a bookmark, it is a unique bookmark.

It looks very exquisite. Next to the long copper handle hangs a "gongbi" peony flower embedded in a round glass frame, with goose-yellow stamens and pink petals. , with its dark green drop-shaped leaves, the whole flower is just like the face of a sunny girl, no less than a real and bright peony flower. There is also a string of long plum-red flower spikes below the flower, which together add to the antique charm of the little bookmark.

This bookmark is a gift from my mother. In the past, my mother and I often went to a bookstore called "Between the Lines" to read books. The books there are very complete and rich in categories, allowing me to travel in different worlds.

One time we went to read a book as usual. Before leaving, I suddenly found some exquisite bookmarks on the sales table, but I was immediately attracted by this bookmark. I stopped and looked at it carefully. Compared with those colorful and eye-catching bookmarks, it seemed to have a simple and elegant beauty. So I begged my mother to help me buy it. Seeing that I liked it so much, my mother readily agreed to my small request.

Since I got this bookmark, I love reading even more. Whenever I finish reading a book, I will carefully take out this bookmark and appreciate it first, recalling the tranquility, satisfaction and happiness that reading brings me. Then I will use it to gently stick it on the page of the book. When I open the book to read again, it will It was as if they were waiting to greet me. They had been waiting there for a long time.

When one day, we came to this bookstore again, we unexpectedly found that it was no longer open.

At that moment, although I was a little surprised and disappointed, from then on, I cherished this bookmark even more, because the small bookmark contained my beautiful memories of reading with my mother... A Bookmark Composition 3

Once upon a time, there was a bookmark hanging next to my desk. Although it is very common, it has a different meaning to me.

That bookmark was given to me by my best friend when I was ten years old. It was also on that day that she left this city that was once filled with our laughter due to her parents’ job changes. Before leaving, she gave me this handmade bookmark and said, "Even if we are far apart, our friendship will not be severed. This is a bookmark I made by myself. I hope it can continue to accompany me." You." I wiped the tears from her eyes and carefully put the bookmark into the small pocket of my coat. When her parents asked her to leave, I saw the light of reluctance in her eyes. I waved my hand to her hard and shouted: "I will keep this bookmark!" She also shouted: "If you don't keep it, I will come back and get angry at you!" From then on, I regarded it as my If you have a treasure, take it with you wherever you go.

This bookmark makes me cry and laugh with me. Seeing it reminds me of the happy moments in the past.

A few years later, one summer vacation, my mother and I went to play on the grassland. I still put the bookmark in my pocket. When my mother and I were sitting by the river playing, I took out the bookmark and shouted to the vast prairie: "Did you see it? When you come back, let's come to the prairie to play together!" I really hope this wind can bring my words to her. When I got home, I was just about to put away the bookmarks when a strong wind suddenly blew the bookmarks into the river. I wanted to plunge into the river to retrieve the bookmarks, but my mother held me back. The color of this grassland suddenly changed. There was no blue sky and white clouds, only the fierce wind and the bookmark gradually drifting into the distance - the bookmark that carried the friendship between her and me...

I broke my promise, I didn't keep that bookmark well, and the bits and pieces of my past with her also drifted into the distance. But, my friend, didn’t you say that if I didn’t keep this bookmark, you would get angry at me? Why haven't you come back yet?

The bookmark on the bookshelf is no longer there, but I still dream about it every night, and the happy times we used to have. A Bookmark Composition 4

"Letter!" As soon as I entered the classroom, my good friend ran towards me like flying, "Your letter!" He raised his hand and I grabbed it. After passing the letter, I quickly opened it, and a delicate bookmark slipped quietly... Looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help but stir up waves in my heart... It turned out that the person who sent the letter was the judge of the "xx Composition Contest". I recall that at the beginning of the competition, I read some composition books every day and wrote a new one based on my own experience and the good words and sentences I copied. Every time I see a composition topic, I will write it carefully. After I finish writing, I will repeatedly think about the beautiful sentences and words in the article, so that these words and sentences can express the core of the article. It can be said that I have worked hard for this competition. Along the way, I passed five levels, defeated six generals, and finally reached the finals. "On the battlefield", there are many masters, and I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely. When I got the test paper and saw the essay questions, I didn’t know where to start. Seeing everyone working hard, I became more and more anxious. So, I said silently in my heart: Calm down, you must not be nervous at this time!

After my emotions stabilized, I reviewed the topic accurately and quickly made a writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was flooded with thoughts, so I picked up the pen and started writing "brush, brush, brush...". After a while, the article was written. Writing seems to have become an instinctive singing for me, allowing me to express my truest self on paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink cannot write beautiful articles, but I turned all my knowledge and thoughts into words. Watching it jump like an elf, becoming beautiful and vivid... Finally, my efforts were not in vain! In this composition competition, my hard work and perseverance have paid off.

Although it is just a small bookmark, it contains my hard work and sweat. Maybe many people look down upon it, but money cannot buy it. I will treat it as a golden key to open the palace of literature and continue to work hard. , because reading is a kind of enjoyment and writing is a kind of happiness. I use my own words to record my emotions, and I use my mood to write my life trajectory. Nowadays, this bookmark always motivates me to keep moving forward... A Bookmark Essay 5

In front of the desk, there is a small bookmark hanging. Every day, I sit in front of the desk and look at the bookmark. When the five colors of light are refracted under the sunlight, a forward flame will be ignited in the heart.

Not long ago, there was an English speaking contest in the school, and many students enthusiastically signed up to participate. When the teacher announced the news to my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that the students who signed up could give examples. Hand, I hesitated to raise my hand to sign up, but at the moment when my hand was about to be raised, it seemed to be suppressed by something, and it suddenly dropped down, and I suddenly felt lost. "Can I do it? What should I do if I make a fool of myself? There are so many masters, and my level must not be good!" A lot of questions came to my mind instantly. Seeing others rushing to sign up, I couldn't help myself. To make myself more confident, I have been struggling with whether to participate or not. In the end, I still did not sign up, even though I really wanted to participate in the competition.

When I got home, I lay on the bed and kept thinking about the game. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong. I told her what happened and asked me if she should participate in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always hope that you can become confident and brave?" ?Do you think you are a brave person?" "I am a brave person!" But after saying that, he lowered his head again. My sister didn't say anything more, and handed me a bookmark. I took it, and a fiery red flame came into my eyes. The red flame was dazzling. I turned it over and read "The brave are not afraid". It was like a wisp of flame. It ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new life, and all the energy in my body seemed to be stimulated. "I understand!" I signed up for the competition, and achieved an unexpected result, that little medal. The small bookmark gave me immense confidence and made me a true brave.

This bookmark is like a beacon in life. When I am confused, it is an important leader in my life!

There is always a small bookmark hanging in front of my desk. A Bookmark Composition 6

Slowly open the book in my hand, and a magnolia flower bookmark gently appears. It slipped from it. Although the bookmark had been made for a long time, it was only slightly brown. A wisp of breeze blew from the window, and the bookmark dancing on the table gently reminded me of this bookmark. Ning gave it to me.

She carefully sealed the petals with tape and told me not to damage or dirty it when she gave it to me, because magnolia is noble, fragrant and beautiful. It was May when I first met Ning, and the magnolia flowers were in full bloom. She sat quietly under the magnolia tree, concentrating on reading the book in her hand, as if she was not in the same space as the noisy crowd around her. . Like a fairy in the world, quiet and beautiful. A gust of wind blew, and the fragrance filled the air. She seemed to be more in tune with the magnolia. Later, I didn't expect that she became a classmate. I hope to get to know this woman who is like an alien from the world, but I didn't expect that after finally becoming friends with her, I would say goodbye to her like that.

The last time I saw her was. In the hospital, the faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, which made me feel uneasy. She was still reading the book in her hand as seriously as when I first saw her, but the difference from that time was that one of her eyes was covered with blood. His legs were wrapped in thick gauze, and he had lost a lot of weight. “You’re here. A faint smile appeared on her pale face, and her temperament was still the same as before. "Well, I know about you. You need to take good care of your body and don't make everyone worry too much." "My heart was very painful. She had been in such a serious car accident, but she could still be so indifferent. But under this indifference, there was hidden pain. She was silent and dug out a magnolia flower bookmark in her bag. He handed it to me and said, "I'm going to move to another place to see a doctor.

This is for you, be sure to keep it well. "Looking at her calm and calm look, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose and shed tears...

Now, I don't know where she is or what her health is like. It's just that every time I see that The bookmark reminds me of her, a girl like magnolia - Ning. A bookmark essay 7

In the fourth grade, in order to better let us read extracurricular books, the class held a "bookmark" Competition" to see who can do the best. On the afternoon of the first day when the news was announced, everyone started to do it. Everyone wanted to make a beautiful and exquisite bookmark.

In the class, some students used hard Made of paper; some are made of thick plastic sheets; some are made of colored paper, and some are made into geometric shapes; some are made into circles; some are made into triangles, all kinds of, and some are also I excerpted poems or pasted clipart on the bookmarks, and some used bookmark lines.

I didn’t know what to do at first, so I looked at how others did it until the last night. Do it yourself. What I made is a butterfly, called "Bada Butterfly" in the cartoon.

This butterfly bookmark draws on the advantages of other students' bookmarks, such as using cardboard and bookmark lines. , I used colored pencils to color it to prevent it from fading, but I still used water pens and marker pens to draw the lines. I made the butterfly lifelike and made it neither too big nor too small, so it would fit in just fine with an ordinary book. The deadline for bookmarking has finally come, and everyone came to school with their carefully made bookmarks. The boys were busy showing off their bookmarks, while the girls looked here and there, and then looked at their bookmarks. . The morning reading bell rang, and everyone put their bookmarks on the desk. At this time, it seemed that a stone was hanging directly above my heart, and it might fall at any time.

When the teacher started to examine, I believe the stone has grown bigger again and hung higher. Teacher Xu looked at the bookmarks we made, nodded with satisfaction, and made a brief comment on each student's bookmark. Finally, Principal Ou came to check. , after she looked at all of our bookmarks, she thought that the bookmarks I made were the best and the best, which made me very happy.

At noon, my bookmarks and those of some other classmates were at school. It was on display in the window at the door.

Looking at the exquisite bookmarks, the students admired them. A Bookmark Essay 8

A small bookmark carries the name. Every dream of mine. It accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter in those glorious years, but it left behind every new expectation and goal that filled my childhood. The dream I had had a different kind of emotion.

I once thought that being an astronaut was my dream. Everything was so dreamy. Crazy to learn new things in the universe. I read everything I had never known before. When I read the last popular science book, I kept it in my book. I opened it and never saw the little bookmark again. When I accidentally opened it, it turned out to be covered with dust. The bookmark shook out of the book. I stared blankly at the bookmark, which seemed to be telling me: "No. This is not your dream. What you left behind is not "me" (the bookmark) but the dream you once thought. It is not the book that is dissatisfied with the dust. , but the dream you once forgot. This is when I realized that I had forgotten this dream and started another dream of mine!

I dreamed that one day I could become a fashion designer. , I will be very happy when I see others wearing the sparkling clothes I designed. So the trendy magazine became the book in my heart, but I never thought of it again. Studying occupied my heart, and I no longer had time to care about my previous dreams. When I was searching for books, I saw the little bookmark again, and it was still lying there quietly.

I haven't forgotten it since and it has become a part of my life.

The bookmark has a light pink border, and there are three lines of small light blue words in the border: "Let the fragrance of books fill your world, and let books open your heart. Don't forget the past. Hold on to your In front of my eyes"

A small bookmark. He spent a little childhood with me and left little memories. It is unremarkable, but it carries every dream I have.

Little bookmark. Let the dream go sailing! A Bookmark Composition 9

"Letter!" I just entered the classroom, and my good friend ran towards me like flying, "Your letter!" He raised his hand and I grabbed it. After passing the letter, I quickly opened it, and a delicate bookmark slipped quietly... Looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help but feel waves in my heart.

It turns out that the person who sent the letter was the judging panel of the "XX Composition Contest". I recall that at the beginning of the competition, I read some excellent essays every day and re-wrote one based on my own experience and the good words and sentences I usually excerpted. Every time I see a composition topic, I will write it carefully. After I finish writing, I will repeatedly think about the beautiful sentences and words in the article, so that these words and sentences can express the core of the article. It can be said that I have worked hard for this competition.

Along the way, I passed five levels and defeated six generals, and finally reached the finals. "On the battlefield", there are many masters, and I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely. When I got the test paper and saw the essay questions, I didn’t know where to start. Seeing everyone working hard, I became more and more anxious. So, I said silently in my heart: Calm down, you must not be nervous at this time! After my mood stabilized, I reviewed the topic accurately and quickly made a writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was flooded with thoughts, and I picked up the pen and started writing. After a while, the article was written. Writing seems to have become an instinctive singing for me, allowing me to express my truest self on paper. Maybe my childish pen and ink cannot write beautiful articles, but I turned what I saw, heard, did, felt and thoughts into words. Watch it jump like an elf and become beautiful and vivid.

Finally, my efforts were not in vain! In this composition competition, my hard work and perseverance have paid off. Although it is just a small bookmark, it contains my hard work and sweat. Maybe many people look down upon it, but money cannot buy it. I will treat it as a golden key to open the palace of literature and continue to work hard. Because reading is a kind of enjoyment and writing is a kind of happiness. I use my own words to record my emotions, and I use my mood to write my life trajectory. Today, this bookmark always motivates me to keep moving forward. A Bookmark Composition 10

There is a small bookmark hanging in front of the desk. Every day when I sit in front of the desk and watch the bookmark reflect the five colors of light under the sunlight, my heart will burn. Start a moving flame.

Not long ago, there was an English speaking contest in the school, and many students enthusiastically signed up to participate. When the teacher announced the news to my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that the students who signed up could give examples. Hand, I raised my hand to sign up without hesitation, but at the moment when my hand was about to be raised, it seemed to be suppressed by something, and it suddenly dropped down, and I suddenly felt lost. "Can I do it? What should I do if I make a fool of myself? There are so many masters, and my level must not be good!" A lot of questions came to my mind instantly. Seeing others rushing to sign up, I couldn't help myself. To make myself more confident, I have been struggling with whether to participate or not. In the end, I still did not sign up, even though I really wanted to participate in the competition...

When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the competition. thing. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong. I told her what happened and asked her if I should participate in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always hope that you can become confident and brave?" ?Do you think you are a brave person?" "I am a brave person!" But after saying that, he lowered his head again.

My sister didn't say anything more and handed me a bookmark. I took the bookmark and a fiery red flame came into my eyes. The red was dazzling. I turned it over and read "The brave are not afraid". It was like a wisp of flame. It ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my new life, and all the energy in my body seemed to be stimulated. "I understand!" I signed up for the competition, and achieved an unexpected result, that little piece. The small bookmark gave me immense confidence and made me a true brave.

This bookmark is like a beacon in life. When I am confused, it is an important leader in my life!

In front of my desk, there has always been a small bookmark hanging... A Bookmark Composition 11

"Letter! "I just entered the classroom, and my good friend ran towards me like flying, "Your letter!" "As I said that, I raised my hand, grabbed the letter, and quickly opened it. A delicate bookmark slipped quietly... Looking at the signature in the letter, I couldn't help but stir up waves in my heart

It turns out that the letter was sent to the judges of the "xx Essay Contest". I recall that when I first entered the competition, I read some excellent essays every day and wrote a new one every time I saw them based on my own experience and the good words and sentences I usually excerpted. I would write every essay topic carefully. After I finished writing, I would repeatedly think over the beautiful sentences and words in the article to make them reflect the core of the article. It can be said that I worked hard for this competition.

Along the way, I passed five levels, defeated six generals, and finally reached the finals. There were so many masters on the "battlefield" that I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely. When I got the test paper, I didn't know what to do when I saw the essay questions. Where to start? Seeing everyone working hard, I became more and more anxious. So, I silently said in my heart: Calm down, you must not be nervous at this time! After my mood stabilized, I reviewed the questions accurately and quickly made a writing outline. Because of the help of the outline, my mind was filled with thoughts, so I picked up the pen and started writing. After a while, the article was completed, and writing seemed to have become a thing for me. It creates an instinctive singing that allows me to express my truest self on paper. Maybe my naive pen and ink cannot write beautiful articles, but I turn what I see, hear, do, feel and think into words. Watching it jump like an elf, becoming beautiful and vivid...

Finally, my efforts were not at my own expense! In this composition competition, my hard work and persistence have paid off. Although it is just a small bookmark, it contains my hard work and sweat. Maybe many people look down upon it, but money cannot buy it. I will treat it as a golden key to open the palace of literature and continue to work hard. , because reading is a kind of enjoyment and writing is a kind of happiness. I use my words to record my emotions, and I use my mood to write my life trajectory. Now, this bookmark always spurs me to work hard. Before... A bookmark composition 12

A small bookmark, simple to make, with a casual image, and a simple text that contains extraordinary philosophy: "Today is never yesterday." This was given to me by a friend. A sentence on the bookmark. At first glance, this sentence seems to be a fact that does not need to be reminded, but upon closer inspection, it has its own unique meaning. Everything in the past is in the past tense. No matter how much aura surrounds you, or how miserable you are, or the guilt of failure surrounds you, you must understand one fact: that is all in the past! A wise person will not live in the memories of the past, and her eyes will always be facing you. Ahead, facing the future, always seek to break through yourself and challenge yourself to make yourself better and better, just like a seedling that keeps growing.

Ignorant people either live in the shadow of memories! , lose confidence in life, forget that you once faced your dreams with great enthusiasm, and live like a walking zombie, or you are still immersed in the joy of your own success, living under the halo of the past, saying hatefully and ridiculously how you used to be, that's it Stop moving forward and gradually become an ordinary person. Previous failures mean nothing. They are just a part of your life, and they are gone. Don’t be overly attached to your past achievements, and don’t miss the early morning sunrise because you are greedy for the beauty of the sunset.

"Today is never yesterday". This is not a mere formality. You should really take action for this and work hard to live every day. It will make you feel proud when you look back on the past when you are gray-haired in the future!

To this day, this bookmark is still quietly tucked into the book. A Bookmark Composition 13

There is a small bookmark hanging in front of the desk. Every day when I sit in front of the desk and watch the bookmark reflect the five colors of light under the sunlight, my heart will burn. Start a moving flame.

Not long ago, there was an English speaking contest in the school, and many students enthusiastically signed up to participate. When the teacher announced the news to my class, I immediately became interested. The teacher said that the students who signed up could give examples. Hand, I hesitated to raise my hand to sign up, but at the moment when my hand was about to be raised, it seemed to be suppressed by something, and it suddenly dropped down, and I suddenly felt lost. "Can I do it? What if I make a fool of myself? There are so many experts, and my level must not be good!" A lot of questions suddenly flooded my mind. Watching others rushing to sign up, I couldn't help myself. To make myself more confident, I have been struggling with whether to participate or not. In the end, I still did not sign up, even though I really wanted to participate in the competition... When I got home, I lay in bed and kept thinking about the competition. My sister saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong. I told her what happened and asked me if she should participate in the competition. She smiled and said, "Don't you always hope that you can become confident and brave?" ? Do you think you are a brave person? ""I am a brave person!" But after saying that, he lowered his head. My sister didn't say anything more, and handed me a bookmark. I took it, and a fiery red flame came into my eyes. The red flame was dazzling. I turned it over and read "The brave are not afraid". It was like a wisp of flame. It ignited the cooled fire of struggle in my heart, and all the energy in my body seemed to be stimulated. "I understand!" "

I signed up for the competition and achieved results that I didn't expect. That little bookmark gave me immense confidence and made me a true brave.

This bookmark is like a beacon in life. When I was confused, it was an important leader in my life! There is always a small bookmark hanging in front of my desk... A bookmark essay 14

"Spring comes again, and the flowers fade and bloom again." Look at the fiery red maple leaves, blown by the wind, like ballerinas dancing in the air to the music. It's this season again, Opening the book, a fiery red maple leaf comes into view, exuding fragrance...

I still remember that at that time, you and I were young and didn't know what sorrow was. We played on that path every day, under the tree. , I told you that I was going to participate in the piano competition. You were more excited than me and said that you must win the prize. I looked at those big watery eyes, full of confidence in my heart, and nodded firmly.

I sit in front of the piano to practice every day, and you sit there quietly, closing your eyes and enjoying the wonderful sound of the piano, blending into the beautiful scene. However, my hand was accidentally scratched, and you looked for it carefully. They brought medicine to bandage me, but the blood still flowed uncontrollably, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. You left without saying a word.

I sat in front of the piano in frustration, staring blankly at the keys. You couldn’t touch the keys, so you ran over to me and shouted, “Didn’t you promise me to win the prize? Are you holding back and not daring to move forward just because of this difficulty? "My tears were like broken beads, falling continuously. You pulled me to the piano with your hands. I looked at those watery eyes filled with tears. My heart softened and I started practicing. , over and over again, leaving the pain behind, you stood quietly by the piano to accompany me.

On the day of the competition, I won the prize, but I couldn’t find you. I kept running, looking for you anxiously, but you never appeared again...

My friend, it is this season again, and the maple leaves are already red, waiting for you to collect them with me. I bent down and picked up the reddest maple leaf, and sandwiched it in the book, so that this beautiful time between you and me can be preserved forever. , treasure it forever... A Bookmark Composition 15

The fiery red color of the setting sun made the clouds on the horizon outline into brilliant colors. I quietly picked up the tea that was lying on the table after a full meal. The delicate you puts you into a world filled with the fragrance of books. You are still so quiet, leaning silently between the pages of the book, feeling the gentle feeling that every word in the page touches your body.

I once wanted to ask you: Are you fearless? Are you not afraid of this world with only books, only words, and black and white words? You, remain silent. Do you tacitly agree that you hate it, or do you not even think about it, or do you enjoy it? You never told me that you just lay like this between the pages of the book, silent.

The setting sun is like blood, flowing all over the sky and the earth, a bright red patch! You have never been dyed with this color. You are as pale and silent as the pages of the book. Is the world peaceful because of you? Only at sunset? You didn't answer and remained silent.

Another delicate and fiery setting sun, I understand, I understand you, you are reflecting the setting sun, burning, bright and prosperous. I picked you up quietly, and I felt the weight of knowledge, heavy. Maybe it's because you've had enough of the fragrance of tea and books, but I smelled a fresh and pleasant fragrance. Is it the fragrance of knowledge?

I opened the book that had been closed long ago under the setting sun again, and every word shone brightly in the sun, and pieces of golden halo spread out like elves. It rushed into my breath, opened my eyes, and lit up my soul at the same time. You gave me an answer, a perfect answer, so perfect.

On the horizon, the last cloud has faded away from the crimson color of the setting sun. I slowly picked you up and stroked a few large golden characters on your body: "I have read thousands of volumes, and I write like a god." "Then, he gently pinches you into the pages of the book. Put down the book, pick up the pot of tea that is still cold, and bid farewell to the last touch of the sunset.