Bookshelf
Books are bridges across impossible distances. They are companions to those who journey alone, teachers to those who seek wisdom, and lights to those who walk in darkness. From a small village in rural Henan to the wider world beyond, books have been my constant companions and faithful guides. When I had no other teachers, the pages whispered lessons. When I felt lost, the wisdom of countless sages and contemporary minds illuminated my path forward. Like a bird taking flight with books as wings, I soar toward distant mountains, weathering every storm along the way. In the democracy of reading, a farmer’s child can sit at the same table with Einstein, walk alongside Shakespeare, and climb the ladder of progress that Gorky envisioned. Books are not mere objects—they are vessels of human dreams, carriers of infinite possibility, and proof that knowledge knows no boundaries of birth or circumstance.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” – Charles William Eliot
