The half-bed moon reminds me of my hometown. Twenty years ago, on an autumn night, there was a bright moon and a cool breeze, and crickets chirped. The bright moon leaned against the window lattice like water and landed on the bed. I slept in bed, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and thought that high school had passed, college life was coming to an end, and I had to go to work, which was very different from my ideal life as a teenager, and I had to feel a little lost.
? That autumn night, the bright moon was half a bed, which caused my choppy thoughts. Although I didn't have half a bed of books, I happened to take part in the self-taught examination of Chinese language and literature at that time. There were Selected Reading of Ancient Poems by China and History of Ancient Chinese Literature at the bedside, which was just enough for me to hold the moon and hold the lamp to study. It's been 20 years since this day.
? At that time, I thought there could be no earth-shattering achievements in life. It was better to read more books in the future, but it backfired. The more books you read, the less you read, and the more numb you are to life. Reading now is simply a luxury consumption. Yesterday morning, I wrote down what I planned to do every day, but at present, I only did tomorrow. Everything else is dead. The one who died the most was reading, because almost all the free time written in the plan was reading.
? Therefore, I hope that one day, I can have half a bed of bright moon and half a bed of books to read.