How to write an essay about a bookstore that is open 24 hours a day

This is a gray third-tier town.

At the east end of the old city, walk along Xiaojiang Road until you reach the small fork where cars cannot pass, get off the car, and continue walking for about twelve or thirteen minutes, you will see a small bookstore called "Jiujiu" spirit".

Maybe the shop owner has made up his mind and doesn’t want to do business properly, so he chose such a weird name. Most people will think it looks like a coffin shop, or it might look like a divination or something supernatural. Very few people can imagine that this is a bookstore. Only the gray signboard is very suitable for this city. On the lower right side of the signboard, in big red letters, it says "Open 24 hours a day".

A bookstore open 24 hours a day? And it’s a bookstore now. It’s not a convenience store, a coffee shop, a hotel, an inn, etc., it’s just a bookstore? This sign alone makes people imagine. This shop owner is probably blind or confused, otherwise why would he keep a small and depressed bookstore open 24 hours a day? In today's materialistic society, this is really unbelievable to all normal people with materialistic thinking.

Internet bookstores have almost all closed their doors in this small town that were once booming in the early 21st century. However, this small store has flourished in the face of the Internet trend, and it has survived for 980 days, and The atmosphere of popularity is getting stronger and stronger, and there is no sign of decadence and closure.

Pushing open the slightly rusty iron gate, a cultural atmosphere hits your face. In the middle of the hall, there is a long ash table and six generous chairs. The tables and chairs were all a little scratched, as if they had been made by an apprentice carpenter. There are neatly placed pens, inks and inkstones on the table, plus a half-open piece of rice paper. The peonies painted on the rice paper seem to be desperately trying to grow out to decorate this decadent room. He knows how to ink and paint peonies. It seems that the owner of the shop is not simple. Who is he? Li Xiaobai became more and more confused. Walking further inside, there are piles and piles of books, including literature, reference books, building materials, and accounting. The only exception is that there are no exams for high school and college entrance exams. They are piled all over the floor and on the bookshelf. .

Further inside, there is a simple bed, three small round tables, and many piles placed against the wall. What is the background of this shop owner! It makes people even more confused.

"Xiao Bai..." A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard called out in a long voice as if he had traveled through an ancient tomb.

Li Xiaobai suddenly turned around when she heard the voice. She thought for a long time and looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out whether it was an acquaintance or relative of hers. She was just so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, as if she was dumbfounded. Like a silly duck.

"Just wait, I'll wash your face and come right away." The man seemed to understand Li Xiaobai's confusion.

About ten minutes later, the man changed into a neat white T-shirt and came out. He still hadn’t had time to shave his beard, but Xiaobai had already roughly recognized the look.

"Hu Dacheng? It's Hu Dacheng, isn't it? Why do you think that a talented person from the Department of Mathematics of Harbin Institute of Technology changed his profession and became a bookstore owner?" It’s so surprising. Li Xiaobai’s ten brains are not the same. Why did the squad leader Hu, who was quick-thinking, handsome and suave, fall into such a miserable situation now?

"Let me tell you first, I didn't get worse as I got around, and that's why I came back to do this kind of business! I almost got a tenured professorship at Yale back then! But there was no way, I I am obsessed with number theory and I think I can produce a Nobel Prize-winning result, but this society only pays attention to the glamorous appearance, and no one is willing to tolerate a stubborn nerd like me!" the man said meaningfully.

Li Xiaobai sighed, still feeling that it was a pity that a person like him was buried in such a place and did such a job.

“Everyone knows that when you have a car, you have to build a place for the car, a parking space, a garage, or a parking lot; everyone also knows that you have to give yourself a place for your family even if you risk your life. , big or small, simple or luxurious; but some modern people know that we should also build a place for our souls, so I named this store "Jiuling", which means to place our souls for a long time! soul.

Of course, this is not the rest after death mentioned in the Bible. It refers to finding a quiet place to rest our souls in this noisy world. "Hu Dacheng began to talk. If he continues like this, he may be able to talk for days and nights.

"Then what's going on with the 24-hour business? "Li Xiaobai asked.

"I'll show you my daughter," he said, pulling Li Xiaobai into the back room. Only then did Li Xiaobai realize that there was a pile of children's toys and clothes in the back room. It’s quite heartwarming. There are a lot of manuscripts piled next to it. It seems that Dacheng has not put down his research.

“Are you married? "

"No, haha, I picked up the child on a rainy night. Really, I picked it up, and the child’s mother left a note for me. She said that I opened a bookstore because I was a cultural person, and she hoped that the child would be brought up by a serious cultural person, and that when he grew up, he would also be one. Cultural person. "

Li Xiaobai couldn't believe his eyes, but the smiling little girl was clearly sticking to Hu Dacheng's bedside.

"This is really like a miracle! " Li Xiaobai exclaimed.

"It's like a miracle. During these more than 980 days and nights, because of my bookstore that never closes, I met all kinds of people, including homeless people who had no food to eat, and some who were homeless. There were drunkards who couldn't get home after fighting with their wives, brats who ran away from a quarrel with their families, and college students who were anxious to strive for a better future. It was because of my weak light in the dark night that I attracted them and gave them A little warmth, so that their winter will not be so bleak, I feel much more fulfilled. I am content. Lele is the best gift God gave me. I just provided a light for everyone, but God gave me the cutest daughter. ”

It turns out that this is what is called good deeds! Sometimes it is either a smile, a bowl of hot porridge, or a light that does not turn off.