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If I had known that France was a country that loved reading, I was still moved by this atmosphere after I came here. There are many bookstores in Paris. After walking for a while, you can see one, comprehensive bookstore, professional bookstore, all kinds of bookstores, all over the streets. There will also be some used book stalls in front of the bookstore, selling some used books or books that do not sell well at a low price. Along the banks of the Seine, there is a long corridor of old books, which has become a unique scenery of Paris.

There is no shortage of customers in French bookstores. Every time they enter, more or less people are choosing the books they like or need. Some big bookstores have self-service cash machines. After picking out books and scanning the code to pay, they belong to you.

Step on the bus, walk into the subway, pass by the park. You can always see people holding books or newspapers, even if it is only a short distance, they are willing to open the books and read them for a while. There are free newspapers for the same day in the subway station and next to the bus stop. Pedestrians can take one to the car to read, and sometimes some people distribute the newspaper at the subway entrance. When some well-known writers publish new books, there will also be large posters in the street in the style of book covers.

It can be said that in France, learning is regardless of age. I often see gray-haired old people come to class with notebooks, take notes while listening, nod from time to time, frown from time to time, and occasionally ask a question or two. Such scenes are commonplace in French eyes, and never too old to learn is no longer a slogan.

And the French are also very willing to express their views, even do not miss any opportunity to express. In class, students can ask questions or put forward different views at any time, and sometimes a question can be discussed in half of the class. Once the teacher asked us to do the group presentation homework, saying that we could represent the whole group by one person, and that we could choose several representatives or everyone to talk about it. As a result, everyone in the group said they wanted to speak.

So far, France has won the largest number of Nobel prizes for literature in the world, and less than six years later, the Nobel Prize for literature has once again gone to France.

The French not only like reading, but also like to discuss and chat. From the salon literature in the 17th century to the speculative philosophy of cafes in the 20th century, we can see that wisdom comes from the collision of heterogeneous thinking. Today, it seems that the debate between Bredon and Aragondong can still be seen in the "God of Flowers" Cafe, where the word "surrealism" first appeared; it still seems that Sartre and Beaufort work in the cafe to meet friends. To borrow Sartre's words, "the road to Flower God Cafe is the road to freedom." It seems that Baudelaire and Hemingway are still writing in the scholarly and poetic environment of the Lilac Garden Cafe, where they deeply feel what Hemingway said: "if you were lucky enough to live in Paris when you were young, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, she will be with you, because Paris is a flowing feast."

Today, the cafe is still an excellent place for friends to chat. Order a cup of coffee and talk about life, wise and leisurely. I remember one day, I lost my way in the street and was taking out my cell phone to turn on navigation when an old man came up and enthusiastically asked me if I needed any help. After showing me the way, he asked me if I was Chinese. What major did you study in which school? I replied that he was interested when I studied philosophy at Sorbonne University. The old man told me that he also studied philosophy at that time, and that he had never seen a Chinese girl come to study philosophy. He told me cheerfully about the title of his graduate thesis and asked me about my research direction. While chatting, he suggested that if I was not in a hurry, he would like to buy me a cup of coffee and go to the cafe to chat for a while. So we talked about the relationship between sensibility and rationality, the influence of technology on life, and the development of human and nature from our favorite writers in the cafe. I still remember the last thing he said: this is where philosophy really came into being.