Qianjin bookstore

After nearly ten years of study and work, I have traveled back and forth between Beijing and Changchun for countless winter and summer vacations. I also walked through countless bookstores for various needs, or read books, or buy some materials, or simply go to that bookstore to smell the cheapest commercial but not boring ink. In every bookstore, books, people, 369, etc. But what fascinates me most.

Among so many bookstores, what I can't forget most is a bookstore not far from my university, called Qianjin Bookstore. It was not until many years after I graduated from college that I understood why it was called Qianjin Bookstore.

Some people may ask, what is the most precious thing that this city has given us during your four years of studying abroad? A relationship, four years of spring and autumn solar terms, the scenery of this city, four years of teacher-student relationship, classmate relationship, room friend relationship. There are so many forests that we are old and don't have to sit in a rocking chair and drink tea. In fact, when we leave that city, we can list them one by one, with a little sweetness in the process of remembering.

In my mind, this place called Qianjin Bookstore really impressed me. It's more than just a bookstore for me.

The road conditions in Changchun are extremely simple, unlike Beijing's complex road network with grid-ring-radiation, just like the temperament of the northeast people, go straight and occasionally make a few right-angle turns. I vaguely remember walking one kilometer east from the school gate and then turning right 500 meters at the intersection. Qianjin Bookstore is inconspicuously located in the middle of a row of poplars. The front of the volume is really not big, even people who leave in a hurry will not notice it at all. At the beginning of college life, I walked from the university to the bookstore every afternoon when there was no class, regardless of winter and summer, not afraid of rain and snow. On this road, I walked for three years and even walked to the bookstore every day.

In fact, this distance is not close. At that time, I could bump into a motorcycle with local characteristics called "Little Tugboat" at the school gate. But because I was a poor student at that time, I always walked to save money. I vaguely remember that in this not too far journey, I have to pass by the college student supermarket at the gate of our university first, and then pass by the brown propaganda wall of a real estate. Then I went to a shabby garage with black engine oil stains, then I went to the auto parts city next to the intersection, then turned right and counted poplar trees. The changes of the four seasons doomed me to meet different people every time I go, such as the dean of the college, students, the old scavengers, and oil-stained auto mechanics, and I will also see the unique scenery of the four seasons. After so many years, every time I think about this road, I am still very sad.

Through the glass door of the bookstore, the bookstore is not big. There are about four rooms. The first room is a variety of counseling books for primary and secondary schools, which is the most serious business atmosphere. I don't want to stay.

The middle room is much more interesting than the first one. This room is divided into two small rooms, one on the left displays books on various languages, geography and history, and the other is a western-style coffee shop. There is a dark brown glass wooden door between the left and right rooms, which exudes a strong aroma from time to time. The purpose is to let more readers check out of the bookstore and go to the coffee shop to read books or have a cup of coffee. Of course, as a poor student at that time, the price of this coffee shop was also very expensive, and I was only interested in Korean, Japanese and historical geography on the shelves. Every time I choose a few favorite books in the second room and then go to the third small reading area to read them, and I tell myself that students are students, and there is no need to drink coffee and eat spaghetti and pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with broken books.

The third room is not only a small reading room, but also a gathering place for novels, essays and literary appreciation. In my opinion, this room is more like a small library, attracting readers with its meager collection. Perhaps, these readers have different identities, occupations and moods at the moment, but the same thing is that in the vast sea of people, we will have the same reading hobby, even if we are in a small room at the moment. Only this room can make every reader calm down and bathe in the sunshine, smell the book, and walk into a beautiful world with the ups and downs of words.

This is Qianjin Bookstore. I think, two years after graduation, I understand the significance of Qianjin Bookstore. (Not only because the street where it is located is called Qianjin Street) No matter what the reason, our footprints have crossed countless thorns and countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the process of progress, we came to the Qianjin Bookstore, or read a book, or drink coffee, or just stopped in the ink world for one minute. We packed our bags, or went back the same way, or continued to move forward, and went to the bookstore with our own expectations for readers, silently welcoming and silently seeing each other off. It is still ordinary, hidden in the row of poplars.

Entrusted by Qianjin Bookstore today, I went back to Beijing without going the same way. When I go back to Beijing, no matter what bookstore I pass by, I pass by in a hurry. My heart is no longer calm, I am in a hurry every day, but I don't know what I am busy with.