Spent a day reading CZ's book.

There are no exaggerated emotions of crying while reading.
I don't write long essays praising or using flamboyant words.
Even the whole process is very calm.
After finishing, my neck was sore.
I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes, and recalled the content of CZ's book.
Scenes from the book played like a revolving lantern in my mind, one after another.
A thin book captured a person's first half of life.