Magnolia bloomed, and the thick fragrance emanated from her clean skirt like Qiong Yao, which made people forget the local conditions and customs. What a jade carving powder! In this rainy season, when Chun Yan flew obliquely in the sky to paint pictures of spring, I was lucky to meet you, my bosom friend. An encounter left a lifelong bond. The bookshelf was full of books, so I took down the worn-out thread-bound book. I stroked this sacred key, which opened my ignorant heart and made me know this civilized world, as if I had returned to that quiet night filled with spring breeze and fragrant magnolia. The sky is full of bright little stars, like a little spark of enlightenment. My mother introduced a friend to me with the gentlest words, just like bundles of magnolia flowers. I met you for the first time, my friend. I feel very warm. I seem to hear your rhythmic breathing. I seem to see a Ran Ran morning star rising in Ran Ran outside the window of my heart. I became the story king in my class, and you became my pride. Oh, my friend, I met you this spring. In this beautiful nature, I have a small wish in my heart, that is to stay with you for a long time.
Visit books
This is the day when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Listening to the ancient poem "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan" sung by my brothers and sisters, watching chrysanthemums under the steps. They are blooming one after another, in clusters, yellow and white, intertwined, and the full petals are bathed in the cool autumn wind. My heart began to have a desire to know more about you. I also want to sing a good poem like my brothers and sisters. After reading, I came to Beilun Library. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a large cabinet of books, and many friends were absorbed in reading at the window. My heart is full of surprises, joy and freshness. I looked around curiously, and books kept winking and waving at me. I looked at them, and in a short time, I couldn't wait to take down the book and ran to the window to read it. The breeze blew a burst of chrysanthemums, and I looked up in surprise. Huang Ju, a pot of plants outside the window, is blooming their lovely smiling faces and accompanying me to visit my friends. The fragrance of flowers melts into the book, and the taste of the book is sweet. On the way to visit the book, I experienced the three kingdoms with swords and shadows and came to the magical journey to the west. After seeing the Monkey King's exorcism, I cheered again and again. Scholars make me laugh. The Wizard of Oz, The Elf Mouse and La Traviata took my thoughts abroad. Visiting books, like Tao Qian's visit to chrysanthemums, slowly led me to grow up in the fragrance of sleeves.
martial arts
Spring has gone and come back, and my favorite cherry blossoms in the garden are in bloom again. In the spring breeze, it fell. I sat on the bench under the tree, watching those fragments, spinning like snow, and dancing ballet on tiptoe in the air like a symphony in spring. You are the spirit of April on earth, and your dancing lights up the breeze around you, just like that book, which inadvertently received my beautiful feeling. I sat under the tree and meditated. I will think of my calligraphy love in primary school for six years. My favorite sentence is "the article is eternal, gain and loss know oneself" in regular script. I talked about gains and losses from the article. Book, I can know it, is fate, knowing it, I have learned a lot, how to write, and have a philosophy of life. In spring, I sat under the flower tree, closed the book and began to think. Maybe books can let an ignorant person know the world from it and gain knowledge from it slowly. The growth of reading is the growth of human mind. Maybe it can cure fools, too In the process of accompanying books, I seem to understand that reading can make people learn to reflect. At the end of the day, you can lie in bed with a book and reflect on whether your day is worthwhile, whether it is a little empty, and whether you have done something stupid that you shouldn't have done. But people without books may be different. I looked up at the cherry blossoms on the tree. Book, do you think that the fallen cherry blossoms have gradually enriched my mind in a subtle way?
Book hangover
When I gradually realized the mystery of books and fell in love with reading, I felt the charm of my bosom friend more and more. On a sunny afternoon, I came to the library again, indulging in the soft arms of books. I love "Chivalrous Man", and the 100 single of "Water Margin" will sing a chivalrous man's song and send a heartfelt roar to the dirty world. God, let me clap my hands. Lu, Wu Yong, Yan Qing ... one by one, loyalty to the liver, righteousness and bravery infected me, which made me cherish my immediate friends more. I love that pink hero, too. A Dream of Red Mansions, a book mourning Jin Daiyu, caused me a lot of melancholy and sadness! "Flowers fade all over the sky, but the fragrance dies ..." Lin Daiyu knew that there was more than one thing on her mind. She was as sick as a three-point win in Chinese calligraphy, and she cried bitterly to Hunan. "Southeast, northwest and northwest are separated", such as Jiao Xiake, Heng, Wang Xifeng, an old friend of Jiao Xiake ... All female heroes are so vivid and deeply rooted in my heart, but in the end they can't escape the discrete fate and are finally buried under the ruins of that era. It's just a sigh! Notre Dame de Paris, far away in France, also made me understand what real beauty is. There is a fragrance of flowers outside the library window. Oh, it's osmanthus in autumn. Small flowers have such a strong fragrance, just like a small book, but they can give me more beautiful feelings. I was fascinated by the flowers and books. My feelings for books, like the fragrance of osmanthus, are endless and fragrant.
Books accompany the Spring and Autumn Period. In this way, books accompany me through the years. I am infatuated with books, just like a drunken girl. I also want to be drunk and love books, forever!