Book into my life, become my friend, is experienced a process, this process is from I just stepped into the society, that is, I went to the countryside as an educated youth at that time began. To be honest, in the face of strange and hard living conditions in the countryside, I am not a brave and courageous young man, nor a brave warrior. Because in the face of a blank sheet of life and future, I still don't know how to fill in it. Before I can fill in it, my destiny pushes me to a place. It's an option that I can't choose. It's an undecided decision. At that time, like my companions with the same fate, I had some apprehension and loneliness in my heart, although such apprehension and loneliness would be covered by the unique curiosity and inexplicable longing for fate of young people. In order to get a little consolation for my spirit, I took two books from home, which are the only books I can find at home: one is "Three Hundred Tang Poems" with yellow paper, which was printed earlier. One is Madame Bovary, written by French writer Francois Flaubert, whose paper turns yellow because of its poor material. At that time, these two books were listed as forbidden as "seal, capital and repair" books, which were left in a broken box by the family. Because these two books were rare at that time, I took them to the countryside as "treasures". Young people are always in excess of energy and time. After a day's hard work, there is always a long blank to fill, and there is always a kind of boredom to kill. At this time, I will take out these two books to read: there is no solemnity and piety in attitude, no carefulness and seriousness in action, just a pastime of time, just a spiritual roaming. But I found that these two books had a subtle effect on me, deeply affecting me, because I have feelings for both books, which is just like feelings for people, because I have a kind of attachment belief psychology for these two books, which has been maintained until now. Now, I still have these two books on my bookshelf. I often take them down, turn them over and rub them. Although these two books do not have a kind of enlightenment significance to me, they deflected my life to the direction of literature. Although I did not embark on the road of literature, but I have a little look forward to this aspect. If these two books are compared to my first friends, they should belong to my literary friends. Later, with the lifting of the taboo of reading, I read more books. Although each book is helpful to open a book, it can not be regarded as a friend. Friends must bring something to life, or change something - that is to say, friends affect life. I don't know whether it's due to the spiritual inheritance of the Chinese people, or the cultural lineage, or the centripetal force of this land and this soil in the dark, which forces me to consciously or unconsciously approach the other two books: The Analects of Confucius and the Tao Te Ching of Laozi. My wandering and exploration stopped here. Confucius' understanding and wisdom, Laozi's detachment and free and easy, have brought some warmth to my spiritual world. My soul has been ironed here, and my humanity has been molded here
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