If books are wealth, then I am a "money lover". To me, books are like my good friends. Because of him, my life will not become boring. Therefore, whenever I want to study, I will "do whatever it takes". Look:
"Yang Yang, you also don't see, what time is it? Huh? Take a shower if you want to sleep! " As soon as I heard it, I smelled the gunpowder in my mother's words. I can't stay here for long. I fell asleep soon.
After my mother fell asleep, I quietly took out my hidden book and flashlight, covered it with a heavy quilt, turned on the light, and buried myself in "hard study". I stick my head out of bed from time to time and look around, fearing that my mother will suddenly come out of nowhere.
Suddenly, with a swish, I broke out in a cold sweat. I quickly turned off the flashlight. Throw the book into the quilt and pretend to sleep. After a long time, I saw no one, so I looked at it with confidence.
But the justice of the earth is long, and I was discovered by my mother. Of course, a scolding is inevitable!
But I still love reading!
Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." This famous saying brings me great feelings.
Once, watching Shen's Dream of the Wolf King at night, time passed quickly. Mom told me to go to bed soon. Reluctantly, I begged my mother to let me watch it for ten minutes. But ten minutes passed quickly, and my mother told me to sleep again, so I had to put down my book and go to bed.
But I really can't sleep, and I have a new plan in my mind. I decided to hide under the bed and read with a flashlight.
The plan has begun. I saw my mother watching TV and my father taking a bath through the door. Ok, great, now I can carry out the plan with peace of mind. I crept into the living room, opened the cupboard and took out my flashlight. My father saw it and shouted, "What are you doing?" ? It's so late, don't go to bed? I was surprised and said, "I found a football, so I put it back." "Dad said oh, so I didn't care so much.
Now I take my flashlight back to my room. When I got back to my room, I was relieved. I went to bed with a flashlight to read.
After a while, my father came in, so I took out a piece of paper and pretended to pick something up. Dad asked me why? I replied that I was picking up something, and my father didn't care when he saw me holding a piece of paper.
Dad left, but I was exhausted. With this experience, I felt the taste of stealing from Lin.
Reading is good, but if you choose the wrong place and time, no matter how good the book is, it will hurt you.
I recently fell in love with a book called Unsolved Universe. Sure enough, I was fascinated by the book and held it all day. One day in math class, I can do all the problems. I felt bored, so I put my math book away from my math teacher. Then I looked left and right. Very good. Nobody found out. I stood behind the math book as if nothing had happened and watched with relish. At this moment, my heart is pounding, as if I were about to jump out!
Just when I was fascinated, a sound of "Fan Jiaxin" pulled me from the vast "universe" to the classroom. I quickly closed my math book and answered the teacher's question. I sat down and thought, "What a nuisance! Why do I always answer questions? Why not someone else! " I continue to read this book. After watching for a while, I heard heavy footsteps again, followed by the sound of striking the table. I looked up and the teacher said to me angrily, "I asked you to answer the question just now to warn you not to read extracurricular books." And you sit down and watch. Do you know that reading extracurricular books is not allowed in class? "I blushed and said," I see, I won't watch it next time. "I stopped reading that book after that.
Mother knew, and said, "It's good to like reading, but you have to know the time and place, otherwise everything will be empty." My mother's words benefited me a lot.
Stealing excellent composition 4 This evening, I started my activity of stealing composition again.
When my mother went to do the laundry, I entered the "underground working state". I crept out of bed and secretly took out my beloved miniature pig flashlight and a collection of stories that my mother forbade me to read from the drawer next to my desk. After successfully completing the task, I quietly returned to the "studio", put the quilt on my body, quickly turned on the flashlight of the mini pig, opened the "fairy tale collection" in the corner, and greedily enjoyed the fun brought by fairy tales.
Just as I was watching with relish, there was a burst of footsteps outside the door. I was shocked. It turned out that my mother had finished washing clothes and was ready for bed.
I quickly closed the story collection, turned off the flashlight of the mini pig and hid it under the pillow. Then I closed my eyes, snored quietly and pretended to be asleep.
Mother walked past my room and looked out: I slept soundly! She went back to her room to sleep.
I thought I fooled my mother, took out a flashlight and a book from under my pillow and read it crazily again.
I didn't expect my mother to be as picky as Monkey King. I found my shortcomings at once. When I continued reading, she rushed into my room, took my flashlight with my book, confiscated it, and hid it in the drawer beside its bed.
The next day, I sneaked into my mother's bedroom?
After the interest class, I walked in a hurry, running through an alley and passing through high-rise buildings. In front of me was the familiar bookstore.
I can't wait to go in, look around in that row of colorful books, and finally find the book I've always dreamed of-Dream of the Wolf King. I quietly found a place to sit down and looked around for fear that the boss would find me. I sucked the essence of the book like a baby.
When I saw Zilan, the mother wolf, lose three wolves, I felt sorry for Zilan. When Zilan sacrificed a leg for her son's double hair, I was moved by his great maternal love. When Zilan gave up her love for her boyfriend Karulu in order to fulfill her husband's last wish, I sincerely admired her profound understanding and sense of justice!
My legs are numb. I looked up at the clock on the wall. It is getting late. I'm going home.
I took a deep breath and reluctantly closed this wonderful book. I put it back on the shelf and walked out of the bookstore.
Looking up at the setting sun and the people rushing in the street, I accelerated the pace of going home with a satisfied smile …
Reading a good book is talking to a noble person. This is the book in Goethe's eyes, and the book is the ladder of human progress. This is the book in Gorky's eyes. And the book in my eyes is a key to open the door of knowledge.
After reading a lot of books, I feel different. Bronze sunflower makes me cry like pearls. In Root Bird, whether Root Bird found the girl of my dreams made me curious. Among them, The Adventures of the Boatman makes me laugh ... Books are the key to my thoughts and wisdom.
My study is full of books. My father sometimes doesn't let me read extra-curricular books, so I often go to the study to smoke a book when he isn't looking, and then immediately rush to my "secret base"-wardrobe. I remember one time I was watching Water Margin with relish in bed, and suddenly I said, "Yang Mo, it's almost ten o'clock, hurry up and go to school tomorrow", which broke my atmosphere. I reluctantly agreed, but when my mother was taking a bath, I couldn't help but pick up the book and start reading it carefully. At that time, I looked as if I had crossed it. Just when I saw the climax, my mother came out of the bathroom. I quickly put away my books and looked at my watch. Ah, it's eleven o'clock, and I'm sleepy, so I turned off the lamp in a hurry and slept quietly in bed.
It's really thrilling to steal a look tonight!
One day in the fourth grade, classes began. This is an art class. But I don't have any equipment, so I can't do manual work in class, so I have to do my own thing, and that's what I want to do.
In the first half of the class, the teacher was talking about the main points, and I was completely confused. I can't do it for a while anyway. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the students got busy, cutting and pasting for a while. I was sitting bored when I had a brainwave and thought of one thing-reading.
Next to me is the class bookcase. I reached out quietly, looked around, and quickly took out a book, but fortunately I couldn't find it. The teacher was reading, so I put the book in the hole in the table and opened it. I was fascinated at once. The little fish in the book seems to be right in front of us. But I also look up at the teacher from time to time to avoid being found.
I think time flies too fast. I had just read more than ten pages when the bell rang and I suddenly returned to class. Looking back, I don't know how I spent the last half hour. The taste of stealing reading is as magical as traveling through time and space.
In the future, whenever I read a book, I will think of this thief. Slowly, books made me happy, and I fell in love with reading. This also makes me understand why the sentence in Lin's "Reading Secretly" says: "We grew up eating, and we also grew up reading". Because books bring growing truth.
If the book is the sky, I am a bird flying freely in the sky; If the book is Wang Yang, I am now a fish exploring the mystery in the deep sea; If the book is a forest, I am a deer running in the forest. ...
After reading the text "Stealing Reading", I've always wanted to taste it. Today, I got my wish. The day after my mother bought the straw house, I watched my sister read it with relish. When she changed to another book, I secretly picked up the straw house and eagerly read it while she was unprepared. Anxiety haunts me like a nightmare, and I can always feel a pair of eyes watching me behind me. Sure enough, a lion roared from behind me: "Jia Lin, what idle books did you read before you finished your homework?" I knew it was my sister without looking. She is my "guardian" and her duty is to supervise me to finish my homework. Alas, the taste of "stealing" is really unpleasant, but I am willing to be a "thief" again in order to read my beloved book. Once, when my sister went to the toilet, I took out the hut hidden under my exercise book and took a look. I read like a hungry wolf. Of course, I was also afraid of being discovered by my sister, so I continued to bury myself in my homework until I finished it.
A book is like a delicious cake, which is unforgettable after eating. This is the story of me and this book. Would you like to share your reading story?
Today, we just finished the first lesson of Chinese class, stealing notes. After learning that, I thought to myself, "Lin and I have the same experience of stealing." Although I read comic books, I am still stealing them. Now let me tell you something about my stealing notes.
The thing is this: On a sunny afternoon, my friend lent me a thick but beautiful cartoon. This cartoon is so beautiful that I can't help laughing. At this time, the bell rang at an inappropriate time. I reluctantly closed the book, but the wonderful story still lingered in my mind. At this moment, I heard a voice in my heart loudly saying to me, "See you in class!" " "Another voice said firmly," no! If the teacher finds out that he will be criticized, he will delay his study! The first voice spoke again: "Be careful." . And I'm minoring now, so I can easily pass the exam as long as I recite something. What are you afraid of? "There are two voices in my heart, and you fight for it.
In the end, the desire to read prevailed over reason. When I entered the classroom, I secretly hid the comic book in the book. While the teacher was not paying attention, I quickly opened the book and closed it after reading a few pages. It's really hard to peek at cartoons in class. I'm always afraid of being found out. As soon as the teacher turned around, I couldn't help but sneak a few more pages. Suddenly I felt very quiet around, and my sixth sense told me that the situation was not good. I suddenly turned around and saw my teacher looking at me somberly, with dark clouds gathering overhead.
I have already told you my experience of stealing. What about yours?
One Sunday, my mother got up early in the morning. First the tap water in the kitchen rattled, and then the broom was washed. According to the law, it's my turn next, and I can't help but get nervous. Sure enough, my mother came to me and urged me to get up. Language is not polite at all. Alas, when will this obsessive-compulsive disorder be cured?
I got up bleary-eyed, washed my face, and there were Chinese and math on the table. These two inseparable friends, I don't want to play with you. I want to read the comic book I just bought yesterday, but I'm afraid my mother will scold me. Haha, I finally figured out a way. Put the comic book in the math book, my mother won't find it, I read it with relish.
I don't know how long it took, but there were familiar footsteps outside. I immediately put the comic book behind the math book. Mom walked around the house but couldn't find it. I proudly said to myself, "I am reading." I'm thirsty. Go and get me a glass of water. " Mother walked out of the door as if she didn't notice at all.
I think it's a good time to put comic books in the bookcase before they are discovered. I didn't know my mother was staring at my every move outside the door, and I still had the comic book. My mother broke into the house and said, "You are really a wolf in sheep's clothing." What happened next was that I cried to tell you that my ear had become a "faucet".
Stealing 1 1 books is the ladder of human progress. Books are a necessity for us to increase our knowledge and a ladder for our continuous progress.
I like reading. As soon as I pick it up, I can't bear to put it down, just like a hand is holding me tightly.
Once, after I finished my homework, I quietly took out a spare copy of "Another Me in the World" from the bookcase and read it with relish. Maybe, you will ask me, if you want to study, you should read aboveboard. Why are you sneaking around? To this, my answer is: yes, I really want to read it aboveboard, but my mother made a rule for me before that: I am not allowed to read extracurricular books from Monday to Friday, and I can't read reference books until I finish my homework. Just when I was fascinated, my mother suddenly stood behind me, picked up the book in my hand and said, this book is mine. Put it away first and return it to you later. I thought to myself: in the future, it can be a month or a year. When can I get my book back?
Later, my mother and I agreed that as long as I drew a picture with two Chinese paintings by koi fish, I could get a book back. Drawing koi fish is my worst skill, but for my book, I had to draw two koi fish for half an hour to get my beloved book back.
Later, this kind of case appeared many times, but it was difficult to change my habit of "stealing" because books were like a big hand, which pulled me into the world of books.
A favorite book is like a teacher who can't talk, and it is also our compass to the other side of knowledge.
Stealing excellent compositions 12 Everyone must have their own "stealing" stories!
May be eating and secretly watching; Maybe pretending to do homework in your room, but actually reading a book; Maybe I stole it somewhere. Take your time ... I also have a story about my "stealing".
It happened in the third grade of primary school. When I came home from school, my mother asked us to play the piano, and I sat down to play the guzheng. But I played and played, and I felt it was time to have a rest after playing for a long time, but when I saw that there was still half an hour left in the clock, I had a way to relieve boredom. I took out some books from the bookshelf on the piano shelf, which seemed to be my piano books, and my hands bounced around on the piano.
My mother came to see me play the piano while reading the piano book. She was very happy and I left. It is time to play the piano. I was afraid that my mother would find me reading, so she hid in the closet and looked at it with a flashlight.
When eating, my mother shouted, "It's time to eat!" My sister saw that I was not here, so she ran to the table to look everywhere. I can't find it anywhere. Finally, my sister found me in the closet, and my mother found out about my reading!
From then on, I never read while playing the piano, and I dare not hide in the closet! It's really interesting to think about it now.
Stealing excellent composition 13 recalling the time when I stole it, I broke out in a cold sweat. Here's the thing.
When I was in the third grade, my mother took me home. She said to me, "Go to the study and do your homework." I casually replied, "All right." Actually, I'm very excited. Have you finished reading that book? Where did you put it yesterday? Do you want to read it before you do your homework? Forget it, don't think so much. I lifted my schoolbag and pushed the door open. After I settled my schoolbag, I quickly closed it, but I still couldn't help peeking through the door. I whispered, "Yes! Mom and dad are watching TV, so I can read with confidence. "
Back to my seat, in order to disguise myself, I took out my pen and textbook and read the text aloud for three times, and then previewed it with my pen. Then I moved to the bookcase like a thief, carefully took out my book and crept into my seat. I picked up the book and began to read it carefully ... I was immersed in it, completely attracted by the plot of the story, forgot my homework and time, and didn't even know what I was doing. Suddenly a rush of footsteps disturbed me and I broke out in a cold sweat. I quickly put away my books and began to do my homework with lightning speed. My mother pushed the door and asked me, "How's your homework?" I stammered, "It seems … er … there is only one homework." When my mother left, I danced with joy as if I had won a battle.
From then on, I never dared to steal again, because it was too thrilling.
Stealing excellent compositions 14 As we enter the fifth grade, the amount of homework is getting bigger and bigger. It goes without saying that we should sing and play ball games, and we have less time to read extracurricular books.
"Reading these idle books again, go to sleep!" The powder keg mother exploded. Hey ~ who told me this is my life! Although I was lying in bed, all I could think about was the plot in A Terrible Travel: What kind of trip would Gronimo have behind him? Hey ~ I really want to see it! Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: why not wait for my mother to fall asleep and read secretly? Good idea! Just do it. I waited and waited. Finally, the light in my mother's room went out. I got out of bed like a thief and walked to the bookcase step by step. As soon as I got the book, my mother sneezed, my hand shrank back and the book fell to the ground. I quickly climbed into bed and pretended to sleep. Mom seemed to hear the noise here, opened the door and saw me sleeping and went back to my room. I absorbed the last lesson and walked carefully to the bookcase. I took the book and turned on the light to "taste" this "delicious meal". Footsteps came, but I didn't know it-I was completely immersed in the world of books. The door opened with a bang, and mother stared at the eyes as big as Neptune. It looks terrible! It turned out that my mother went to the toilet and happened to see the light in my room on. When I opened the door, I was reading extracurricular books!
My mother made me a timetable. I read for an hour every day. Over time, I can enjoy many books!
I finally borrowed Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I'm so happy. I plan to finish the first five chapters in the evening.
In the light, I watched with relish, completely immersed in the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Suddenly, my mother "killed" and came in: "Hurry to sleep, or you will stay in bed again tomorrow morning!"
Mom's life is hard to break, so I put the book back on the bed, turned off the light and got into bed. But how can I fall asleep at this time! I planned to wait for my mother to fall asleep before continuing to watch, so I lay in bed and dozed off.
Finally, I heard the door closing sound of my mother leaving, and I secretly stole joy. I was about to turn on the light when I suddenly thought that when I turned on the light, the light would go through the door and hit the living room, and my behavior was exposed. I had a brainwave and thought of a good way-reading by the light of my mobile phone. So I covered my head with a quilt and read eagerly by the faint light of my mobile phone.
According to the original plan, I read five chapters of the book, but the consequences of stealing it led me to wake up at 8 o'clock the next morning, was criticized by my mother, and had to secretly charge my mobile phone quickly.
However, if you ask me, do I prefer "aboveboard" reading or "stealing" reading? I'm telling you, it's stealing, because it's a heartbeat!