When I was very young, I thought reading was a very interesting thing, more attractive than dolls. People seem to have entered a world where everything is possible and swam in it. This is a great pleasure. Even at that time, I just wrapped colorful illustrations in the book with chubby hands and stared at my eyes and giggled, but I felt very happy.
A little longer, I have recognized a lot of words, but I am still not satisfied with the books in the corner of the school class. I am eager to gain more knowledge and explore more clouds in the sky, so I went to the bookstore and flipped through the pages in my mind, and my heart suddenly felt clear. At that time, like other children, I was obsessed with fairy tales and liked to fly in the kingdom of dreams. I remember reading a short fairy tale. I still remember the content, so sad as water. This is a tragic experience about a little fool. Then I looked at those words in a daze, as if I felt a little dull and bruised, and stood in front of me in tears, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile. At that time, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind, which was a passion that I had never had before and could not be calmed down for a long time.
Today, I still like reading, different time, different place, different mood. I like to sit in the corner of the room and read quietly. In a room full of music, I gradually entered the world of books, listening to the words of books and talking to them silently. This is a dialogue with the soul. At this time, I really have a wonderful happiness. I think it's only at this time that I feel most secure.
Sometimes, my heart, like an idyll echoing in the horizon forever, is far away. I gradually feel the cruelty of reality in my confusion, which may be related to the rainy autumn when I was born. Since I was a child, my bones are full of rebellious spirit that is incompatible with the secular. This character becomes more and more obvious with the growth of age, so I also become more stubborn and sharp. Then, the quarrel with parents became more and more fierce. but I ...
I found that I really need a place where I can lick my wounds slowly. So resolutely, once again into the book city, found an inconspicuous corner. Even if I am weak or escape, I feel that I need a "friend" to comfort me spiritually and find myself in the lost.
I don't know how many books I read there during the sunny holiday. I like prose, such as Roland's, which I couldn't understand when I was young, but I think all her articles are like poems, giving people the feeling that a breeze is blowing from Hainan. But I prefer novels, such as Madame Bovary by Flaubert, La Traviata by Dumas, and Charlotte? 6? 1 Jane of Bronte? 6? 1 love.
Especially "Jane? 6? 1 love ". This novel, like the sea of Wang Yang, is magnificent, with rocks, undercurrents, strong winds and waves, broken walls and broken oars, sunken rotten things, frightened eyes and silent cries. But I prefer the protagonist Jane? 6? 1 love. She is as ordinary, kind and pure as all girls. She pursues moral perfection and insists on personal independence. But I think the strength she has is exactly what I lack. Perhaps, I really shouldn't hide in a corner and cry, because the earth is round, so there should be no corner in the world.
That summer, it was sunny outside the window, and I was holding a Jane? 6? 1 Love seems to be a long time. My heart is full of ups and downs. Wandering in this state of mind, I smiled smartly and cried calmly.
There are thousands of words about the book, which is difficult to express. The book exists in my memory, and its function is changeable. It can be a guide or a friend. I like and rely on it very much.
Open the page, and touch every handwriting line in the book with your fingers, so that the faint ink fragrance permeates the quiet air. Light words, light mood. Listening to the story in the book, it is as bright as a spring cloud when it is thick, and as elegant as smoke when it is light. Those books and things are only willing to write the beauty of a moment into eternity.
I have been exposed to books under the influence of my parents since I was a child. I have read thousands of books with different contents, from Chinese and foreign masterpieces to literary novels, from the literacy of children aged 3 or 4 to the essence of ancient prose and writing. Some of these books are bought, but most of them are borrowed by me. Although the chances of borrowing books from others are not great, I enjoy it.
I once saw a book "Selected Readings of Song Ci" at my classmate's house and flipped through it. Intoxicated by the grandeur of "crashing into the shore and flying over the air, rolling up thousands of piles of snow" and the nostalgia of "helpless flowers falling, deja vu" I was there, and it was difficult to dial my own number. At that time, how much I wanted to take this book home, drink tea in a small room and taste it slowly. But that classmate is a famous cheapskate in our class. Will he agree? But under the temptation of the magnificent poems in the book, I thought about it and borrowed the book. As expected, that classmate refused to borrow it, and my mouth was thirsty with sweetness. He is as steady as Mount Tai and never wavers, so I have to go home glumly. I didn't borrow books, so I didn't sleep all night and didn't think about tea and rice. So, the next day I borrowed it from him again, but he still refused. On the third day and the fourth day, I still refused to give up and borrowed from him. Perhaps it was "sincere and sincere" and I finally got my wish.
There is a famous saying that "books are the spiritual food of human beings". Books can not only enrich knowledge, cultivate sentiment and enlighten wisdom, but also teach how to be a man. So I have a soft spot for books and will spare no effort to read them. People often laugh at me for being a nerd. I learned the cloud of Lushan Mountain. What's more, others gave me the nickname "bookworm", but I laughed it off because I was willing to be a bookworm and fascinated by books. /17 17 10/ Meg-Shi Xiang-Yu Xiang-Yi Hui -YIG/ Wen Zuo/Xiao Yue/Liu Lianji/Riji/201028072827 If my answer can be solved, Thank you! ! ! )