I went to the second-hand bookstore with my niece yesterday. For me, the second-hand bookstore is always a place where I can find the lost me --somewhere in the past. Yeah, it is always a place where I look for treasure, the priceless and valuable treasure in a cheaper price but with a respectful attitude. I assume myself as a bookworm since I have a pretty bad habit--reading on the bed. Although I do know it is bad for my eyesights, it seems not a big deal to me. Especially, whenever I figure out the simple contentment which comes from the same opinion which has been written in words by someone else--that kind of touch--is simple but unique in the bottom of the heart. Moreover, I love to feel the interaction between the previous owner of the book and the book itself. In addition, to read the footnotes from the previous owner is my favorite part as well. It seems that I can communicate with the previous owners in different spaces of the time river and have a dialog with them. Haha, reading is really a good way to bridge the gap and provides us a chance to listen to our inner voices from others' perspectives. Thanks for sharing your simple but deep encounter with the second-hand books as well as previous precious experiences in the unforgettable youth. Wish you a great day at work.
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