圖書館員 A librarian Jane

In a cozy, well-lit library filled with rows of bookshelves, an elderly librarian named Jane, with short silver hair, glasses, and a warm smile, is sitting in a rocking chair surrounded by a group of children sitting on the floor.

2024.02.21

珍透過她圓圓的眼鏡框往外望，眼角隨著笑意溫暖地皺了起來，這笑意背後是她多年經驗的見證。她那黑髮中夾雜著銀絲，帶著一位經歷過人生起伏、以舞者之姿優雅面對一切的氣質。今天是與眾不同的一天；空氣中似乎充滿了開始與結束的靜默承諾。

圍繞著珍的圖書館是一座知識的聖殿，一個她奉獻了三十年光陰的地方。每一本書都是一位朋友，每一條走廊都是記憶的軌跡。當陽光透過彩繪玻璃窗灑落，地板上投下色彩斑斕的馬賽克時，珍知道她人生的這一章即將結束。退休的呼喚正悄然向她揮手，那是一片充滿休息承諾與未探索愛好刺激的廣闊未知。 

然而，她還有最後一件事想要完成。那就是為社區的孩子們進行一次故事時間，這是她作為圖書館員第一天就開始的傳統。她想要留下一個遺產，一個最後的故事，能夠在她離開後長久激發孩子們的想像力。

珍將孩子們圍成半圓，清了清嗓子，開始了那熟悉的開場白：“從前，從前......”她的聲音，帶著智慧的厚重和學習到的教訓的質感，在寂靜中傳播。孩子們睜大眼睛，入迷地聆聽，每個字，每個動作都不放過。

隨著故事進入高潮，珍的心情也高漲起來。她在孩子們渴望的臉上看到了自己對故事持久熱情的反映。故事結束了，掌聲充滿了整個房間，在那一刻，珍明白了，雖然她可能會離開，但她的故事會在那些孩子們的心中留下，成為他們自己故事的一部分。

珍最後微笑著合上了書，她的遺產在那些將繼續頻繁造訪圖書館神聖大廳的人們心中封存。她現在已經準備好了，準備好去探索廣闊的退休生活，知道她已經傳授了對故事的愛，這份愛將會世代相傳。

Jane peered over the rims of her rounded glasses, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a warmth that belied her years of experience. With silver threads woven through her ebony hair, she held the presence of someone who had navigated life's ebbs and flows with a dancer's grace. Today was a day unlike any other; the air hummed with the silent promises of beginnings and endings.

The library around her was a sanctuary of knowledge, a place where Jane had devoted three decades. Each book was a friend, each aisle a memory lane. As the sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting mosaics of color upon the floor, Jane knew that this chapter of her life was drawing to a close. Retirement beckoned, a vast unknown filled with the promise of rest and the thrill of unexplored hobbies.

Yet, there was one last task she wished to complete. A story time for the children of the community, a tradition she started on her first day as a librarian. She wanted to leave behind a legacy, a final tale that would ignite imaginations long after her departure.

Gathering the young ones in a semi-circle, Jane cleared her throat and began with the familiar words, "Once upon a time..." Her voice, textured with the richness of wisdom gained and lessons learned, carried through the stillness. The children, wide-eyed and entranced, hung onto every word, every gesture.

As the story reached its crescendo, Jane's heart swelled. She saw in their eager faces the reflection of her own enduring passion for stories. The tale ended, applause filled the room, and in that moment, Jane understood that while she might be leaving, her stories would linger in the minds of those children, becoming part of their own narratives.

With a final smile, Jane closed the book, her legacy sealed within the hearts of those who would continue to frequent the library's hallowed halls. She was ready now, ready to explore the vast tapestry of retirement, knowing she had imparted a love for tales that would be told for generations to come.

My Name is Jane.