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A composition that entered the story book.
The story between you and the book, 60 words.

I like reading very much, and sometimes I forget to eat and sleep. Naturally, the story between me and the book happened.

I often like to go to Xinhua Bookstore to read books. I can't see the sun outside, I don't know the time, I watch it very late, and my stomach growls before I go home. I like borrowing books from others. I borrow five or six books at a time. I have read many famous books. It takes time to read so many books, so I often forget the time when reading.

I remember once, my father went to a colleague's house to be a guest, and I followed him. When I saw many books in that house, I read them with relish. I didn't even hear my dad ask me to eat. He came to help me, and I said,' Gorky said,' I jumped into the book like a hungry man jumped into the bread,' so that I would be full without eating.' He saw my insistence and had to leave. When I came to the table after reading it, they all finished eating, so I had to go home with an empty stomach.

Another time, I went to the bookstore next to agriculture, industry and commerce to read a book, and my father said that he left first. When I left the book, I saw my father and I asked,' When did you come?' He said,' I just arrived. I'll wait for you when I see you reading. If you look carefully, I won't bother you. ' '

I often go out to borrow books and don't often read books at home. Once, I read a sentence in a book: When you read a book, it's like making a new friend. When you read this book again, it's like seeing an old friend again. I suddenly understood, so I read my long-forgotten book again, which made me understand the knowledge in the book more deeply.

There are many stories about my study. I know: read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road. So I won't stop on the road of reading, I will always love books, love reading, and swim happily in the ocean of books!

(2) I and this book story composition of 400 words.

The story of me and this book

Books are the ladder of human progress. There is an old saying: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." Books are the food of human spirit. In the book, I fought with the poet Li Bai for hundreds of poems; Fan Zhongyan and others "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Among them, it makes me happy, and it also makes me realize the artistic conception of "suddenly looking back, but that person is under the dim light". So I have an indissoluble bond with books since I was a child.

I remember once, my "addiction" to reading broke out again. I asked my mother to take me to the bookstore to read, and my mother agreed. When I arrived at the bookstore, I got excited at once. These are all foreign classics, and they are all my favorites. I picked a book "War and Peace" at random and read it with relish. My concept of time has always been stuck in the book. At this time, I am like "isolated". Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of me, I don't know what it means. My mind is full of the contents of the book. At this time, I share joys and sorrows with the protagonist, despise the shameful generation, sympathize with the suffering people, sing with the author, and experience the vicissitudes of the world with the author ... My mother said, "You have been watching it for almost two hours, and I have to go home and cook." "Mom, let me watch it for another ten minutes!" I sincerely said to my mother. "You bookworm, it's already late. Mom will come with you after dinner! " No way, I had to put down my "baby" and go home with my mother.

Another time, I went to the school library to borrow books. I jumped up as soon as the door opened. I took a famous China history book, Historical Records, from the bookshelf, which was written by Sima Qian, a writer of the Western Han Dynasty. The whole book weighs four or five pounds. I put it on the table and read it with relish. Because some words are ancient Chinese, and some places I don't understand. I took out a pen and paper from my schoolbag and wrote it down. Time passed quickly, and the teacher in the library announced that it was going to close. I quickly packed my schoolbag, picked up my book and walked out. "Wait, classmate, why did you take the book away?" I ... I ... don't know why, maybe I'm fascinated! I feel very embarrassed. I quickly put the book back and apologized to the teacher in the library.

Reading has become an indispensable part of my life. It is really "a book as a pillow in a midnight dream and a breakfast halfway up the mountain." How many mornings when the sun rises, how many starry nights, I wandered selflessly in this sea of books. It is books that broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge; It was the book that made me find my lost compass; It is a book, from which I get spiritual nutrition and grow up slowly in my study; It is books that have changed my life. ...

(3) I wrote more than 500 words about the story of this book.

The story of me and this book

Since childhood, books have been my bosom friend and mentor. I love books and always want to be a writer in the future.

Gorky has a saying: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, my father often teaches me: "Books are like your friends. You have read a lot, and you are as familiar as friends when you meet in the exam; " And if you don't read any short books, you will naturally become a stranger in the exam. "

In a social practice in the fifth grade of primary school, I brought a treasure I can't live without-a book. That night, because some students in our class were not disciplined, our whole class didn't listen to dinner! At that time, our stomachs were performing a symphony ensemble: you shout, I shout. Finally, I had to buy instant noodles. And I didn't respond, still lying in bed, holding the big book "Spring Water Stars". Roommates came back and saw that I was still lying still. They were all anxious: "What! You are still angry! " At this time, I looked up happily and said to them with a puzzled face, "I'm full." As a result, they all shook their heads helplessly: "If you do this, you will become a nerd." I gave them a naughty smile. "no!"

Books are my spiritual food. Isn't there an idiom called "forgetting to eat and sleep"? I have always felt this way. I stayed up late. I really couldn't sleep, so I went to the online chat room.

I always buy books crazily, which gives my father a headache, but it is also very gratifying. Once I came back from a bookstore visit with my classmates, I was in a hurry and asked my father for reimbursement. I had the cheek to smile and jumped in front of my dad: "Hey … Dad …" Dad gave me a white look. "Did you buy books again?" Sure enough, it is said that paper can't hold fire, and it will be finished again. Unexpectedly, my father said helplessly, "It is a good thing to go to school." I jumped for joy.

The story between me and the book is wonderful, isn't it? Of course, books help us make progress. For me, books are no longer simple tools. They are my friends, intimate friends who grew up with me and made progress together!

There are many stories between books. Do you want to know? Then pick up a pen and write down a word book.

(4) the story of _ _ book _ composition

When I got up in the morning, I ran into a breeze. The smell of leaves in the wind makes me feel refreshed. Today, I will visit you!

I don't invite playmates, and I have no right to bring any gifts. I just walked on the muddy path in the mountains, and my mind was full of freshness.

Just after the rain, the dew from the grass fell to the ground, and soon disappeared like hide and seek. A small wind blew, "Hua!" Raindrops hidden in the branches and leaves hit me, haha, are you playing games with me?

Continue to walk, eyes, accidentally touched a little delicate red-wild flowers! Squat down and touch her petals with your hands, soft and smooth. The small flowers after the rain are delicate and delicate.

The sun is rising, and there is a shining white silk in the distance. This is ...

⑤ I wrote 350 words about the story of the book.

Title: the story of me and this book

If I am a fish, then the book is a stream, and I am comfortable swimming around in the stream; If I were a sheep, then books would be fresh grass. I am happy to eat grass. If I am a big tree, then books are fertile soil. I am happy to absorb the water and nutrients in the soil. How many days and nights have I spent with books since childhood? Now, reading has become a part of my life.

I remember when I was a child, my mother ordered a children's pictorial for me. Looking at the beautiful pictures in the pictorial, I kept pestering my mother to tell me until my mother told me the full version of the pictorial. After school, I learned Pinyin, and my mother bought me some picture books with Pinyin for me to read stories by myself. These story books fascinate me: the Happy Prince taught me that helping others is a virtue; "Flower Fairy" taught me to be willing to give; "Seven Colors Flowers" made me think; The Little Match Girl dimmed my eyes again. Later, my brother gave me some fairy tale books; The Adventures of Onion, Pinocchio ... These books seem to have taken me through a fantastic fairy tale world.

Shakespeare said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world." As a teenager who is as hungry for reading as I am, its role is self-evident. When I was addicted to reading, I got something. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I wrote a diary in which my father and I robbed the computer at the weekend. The next day, the teacher read my diary, praised me and said, "I remember an article similar to yours, but you wrote much better than him." After listening to the teacher's praise, I realized a little truth about writing: only by reading more and studying hard can I write excellent articles. Now, many of my articles are published in the special issue of the school newspaper, and I have become a small writer in my class. Now I have become inseparable friends with the book. It keeps me away from loneliness and makes me happy. It also taught me knowledge and told me the truth of being a man. Reading will make me forget all my troubles, so I plan to be friends with books for life and make it really a part of my life.

⑥ Write a composition on the topic of "The Story of Me and the Book".

Shuxiang Mo Yun

Books are fragrant. How carefree it is to read and think with them!

-Inscription.

I pushed open the door of history and looked at the rolling Yellow River. I couldn't help but think of Li Bai's lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments of "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean, and never returned".

I stood in front of Yueyang Tower and realized the feeling of "not being happy with things, not being sad for myself".

I stood in the field and looked around at the infinite scenery, and realized Tao Yuanming's feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"

In Lao She's Camel Xiangzi, I learned the tragic fate of the lower classes in semi-colonial and semi-feudal China. In Fabres's Insects, I learned that this is a life movement of insects. In Bing Xin's Grandma's Spring with Stars, I learned the greatness of maternal love and the beauty of childlike innocence. In Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman, I learned about the darkness of society at that time. What makes me understand history, approach Lu Xun, walk into Hugo, walk into Lao She and walk into Tao Yuanming? "It's a book" is a book.

I grew up under the blue sky in the book.

I remember the first time I knocked on the door of a book. Under the guidance of my mother, I learned to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry. I learned about Cinderella, Snow White and the vanity emperor. What impressed me most was Hai's daughter, who would rather sacrifice her happiness than help others.

It was several years ago that I entered the "scholarly family". I gave up a lot of playing time and chose reading. I went to the wild to look for "I know the east wind is always spring". I have a lot of feelings for Princess Xiaoxiang, and I can't get over the endings of Home, Spring and Autumn ... Seeing my father's tired back, I can't help but think of Zhu Ziqing's prose. I love my father deeply, but also deeply. Occasionally I read ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered, and I was moved by the strength of the protagonist Paul. Life is a person's most precious thing. Yes, there is only one life. You should not waste your time, be mean and vulgar, and spend your life like this. You should cherish your time, study hard and cherish the good life every day!

I crossed the dimensional gate with the help of books, which caused endless thinking.

The ugly duckling said to me, "Gold always shines. People should not feel inferior, but persevere." After listening to her words, I felt a lot, but I saw her strong side!

Xiangzi came out of an alley and I saw his tragic fate. I watched him from trying to live a good life to giving up his ideals and efforts, and he became a walking corpse all day long. Arouse my thinking about the meaning and value of life. I thank Lao She.

Gorky said: "Love books! Books are the ladder of human progress. "

Seeing Lu Xun coming to me, he told me that society was dark at that time. He wants to kill those tyrannical people with his pen and stop him from doing just things. I can't help but feel proud of Lu Xun and China people!

Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties is the brilliant essence. I take "learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous" as the inscription, and taking "a threesome, there must be a teacher" as the criterion, I will jump into the sea of books and climb the peak of knowledge.

Books bring me happiness, sadness, knowledge and philosophy.

Books are messengers of human civilization, containing human feelings and pinning human hopes. Indulge in the book, through the ages, and appreciate the infinite amorous feelings. In the world of books, let you roam, let your emotions rise and fall in the book, and let your mind be enriched in the book. ...

⑦ The story of book composition

"class!" The bell rang, and the students took out their homework from their schoolbags and waited for the teacher to arrive. The camera passed through the classroom and gradually walked to the flag-raising platform.

A bright five-star red flag, a five-ring flag printed with the Olympic spirit and an exclusive school flag are flying on the flag-raising platform. Every time I look up, I feel a sense of admiration, with a little pride and pride. Through the teaching building, I came to the canteen where the students came back for lunch.

At noon, the canteen will be crowded. Students in all classes observed today's dishes, scrambled to sit down and began to enjoy lunch. Teachers and students on duty are walking around, and the canteen is so quiet that only students smack their lips.

My reading story today (600-word composition)

My reading story

I love books, so I also love reading. I didn't become a very knowledgeable person because I didn't have enough knowledge and solid "nourishment". I only regard reading as a pleasure in life, and I don't care about the knowledge in books. As long as I have knowledge, I will be happy when I learn. In my room, the bookcases are full of books, so the toys have to be put in the glove box. Their bedroom is not on the bookshelf.

Although there are many books, I haven't read them all. A profound book is not easy to read. It is sad to see a good book but not understand it. My schedule is not suitable for reading. I'm sleepy in the morning. I have to go to class in the morning, sleep at noon, and it's best at night. However, homework will suddenly increase. In this case, I don't have the ability to read a more profound book. Therefore, I only read books that I can understand and suit me.

Am I not a hothead? Not only is it not conducive to quiet, but it also can't sit still. I wonder if I bought the book back. I don't thank books, but I have to thank them after I finish my homework. I always run to the bookcase to choose books at the first time, as if I were delivering food for the brain warehouse with relish.

Of course, there are times of sadness. There is one this spring. Because I forgot the time when I was studying, my mother hid the book I just bought, which made me have to repeat "big trouble" at home before returning it to me.

There are many kinds of books. As for me, I like essays and novels.

I love reading novels, especially detective stories, which are a little scary and * * *. I won't stop until I see the ending. The beauty of a novel lies in its plot. I like the feeling of longing to know the development and ending of things, which is irresistible.

I love reading prose, because it explains a realm, beauty and beauty in words. When I am upset, I always like to use prose to soothe my excited heart. The beauty of prose lies in its artistic conception. That kind of intoxicating feeling, bathing feeling, is what I lack, but also fascinating.

In rainy days, maybe my mood will become very melancholy. At that time, I will find a philosophy book and think about my life. At night, maybe my mood will become very depressed. At that time, I will find a thrilling book and find my own hope. ...

There are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, paragraphs and words. You have to use your head and learn a lot. This is the pleasure of reading.

Pet-name ruby write my book and my story.

The story of me and my book, my first book, can't be found now, and I don't remember it very deeply. Just like the night pearl in the deep sea, although precious, its light is only a little vague and inconspicuous, but it once really existed without adulteration, which is of great significance to me. I feel a little tired when I recall it, and I almost forgot it for a long time. The clues and pictures I tried to come up with are like a layer of fine sand, which is not very clear. I vaguely remember a cat, a dog, a monkey and an elephant painted on it, but I really can't remember anything else. What impressed me deeply was that my mother often read stories to me in bed. Until now, I still clearly remember my mother sitting by the bed, reading vividly and emotionally. I also try my best to open my eyes, for fear of falling asleep and missing any wonderful links. At that time, I was still young and knew little about the stories my mother read, but I was genuinely curious about books. I especially want to know why there are so many stories hidden in this thin book. In each story, there will be naughty and lovely children and those naughty and clever animals. Whenever I am alone at home, I can't help touching that book. I feel that it is as good as a good boy, and it doesn't run around or play pranks, so it is never regarded as an object of destruction. If someone at home is reading a book, I will open it and pretend to read it. Sometimes I don't know if I have it upside down. At that time, my greatest wish was to tell stories to my parents with that book, just as my mother told me. Later, I learned to read stories by myself. I really want to read more books, and my parents are very supportive of my idea. I study hard and do my homework carefully. Gradually, I learned more words from less and read more books from thin to thick. Out of curiosity, I began to try to read some selected compositions, and gradually found that the compositions were actually very interesting, and each composition would bring me a feeling of wanting more. The essay selection completely replaced the story book, but it didn't satisfy me, so I began to dabble in some famous books. In those colorful words, I feel that the book is really a wonderful world, in which there are colors, happiness and sadness. Later, I began to read some famous literary works, first the simplified version, then the original work, the profound thoughts of ancient literati, and the wonderful writings of famous writers today. My books are increasing day by day, and I can't live without them. Books have been completely integrated into my life. My bookcase is full of books now. They are standing there quietly, waiting for me to read one by one. But what I cannot forget most is my first book. It is the starting point of my reading road and the guide of my reading journey. Thank you, my first book.