I read a book that I thoroughly enjoyed. I really like this kind of book that has no ups and downs, and is full of details of human fireworks. A thick book is placed on the head of the bed, and every day before going to bed, I turn a few pages leisurely. I am not driven by the plot, and I am not constrained by thinking. I can put it down almost anywhere when I read it. , and from any page can be immediately fascinated. The background of the story is the time of war, but the author almost arrogantly left the war aside and willfully tells the little lives of the four sisters. When I read this book, I thought about the abbreviated version of War and Peace I found in a bookstore when I was in elementary school, and I couldn't put it down, in that version, the obscure parts were almost cut out, leaving only the nobles Let's talk and dance. I went into the bookstore for a few days to read the book, and finally begged my mother to buy it for me. I don't remember those episodes anymore, but the memory of standing in front of the bookshelf in the bookstore holding that book is precious. Compared with the unwritten cruel wars, the obscure thoughts that have been deleted, and the twisted plots that have been forgotten, the little details that remain are the eternal beauty in the long run.