Yesterday, I stood on the shelf of a famous library. Every day is very lively. Before opening the door every morning, there are many people waiting at the door to read and buy books. I watched with envy as other partners were taken away by their new owners. Suddenly, a hand picked me up and gently brushed the dust off my clothes. I looked at it page by page. I peeked at her. She is a student of about eleven or twelve years old, with shiny black hair tied into two playful pigtails, a pair of discerning big eyes and a red face, and a red scarf around her neck. She's really cute.
It's getting dark, and the library will close. The little girl looked up, rubbed her eyes, carefully carried me to the cashier, and said politely, "Uncle, how much is this book?" The cashier asked the uncle to say, "Ten dollars." The little girl happily took out ten dollars from her pocket, gave it to her uncle and ran home with me.
She went to the door, took off the key hanging around her neck, opened the door and shouted, "Mom, I'm back!" " "I got into her hut and looked at me seriously. Seeing her serious appearance, I thought: I must arrange the little ants in a more interesting formation for her to see tomorrow.
This is my second day in this house. Today is Sunday. She just finished eating in the morning, and then she hugged me. She seems to have just finished watching the first team and exclaimed in surprise, "This is not the story I saw yesterday!" " "However, she immediately understood that I was a magical book. So she dressed me in new clothes, put me in a box and put my box on her beloved little bookshelf.
Every day, she would take me out, read a new story and put me back. She loves me very much and wipes the dust off my body every day. I make up a new story for her every day. I have become good friends with her in my heart, and none of us can live without each other until forever, forever …