When I was a child, my greatest pleasure was reading books. Books seem to be my bosom friends and grow with me.
In my colorful childhood, reading became a compulsory course for me every day, which often made me forget time, forget everything and indulge in the vast sea of books.
I remember one weekend, I came to the library to read alone. I took a book "Water Margin" from the shelf and put it on the stool. It looks very interesting. Soon, those characters with distinctive personalities and heroic chivalry in Water Margin were deeply attracted, and my eyes were unblinkingly fixed on the book. I seem to have entered the world of books and witnessed the heroic deeds of these 308 fugitives. My heart is filled with emotion. Seeing "Song Wu Beats the Tiger", I cheered for Song Wu's chivalrous spirit of eliminating pesticides for the people; When I saw the pig iron Buddha, I admired the brave and fearless spirit. When I saw Lin Chong fly into a rage and killed Lu Qian, I was happy for Lin Chong's aboveboard, resolute and brave chivalrous spirit ... When my mother came to see me this afternoon, I was reluctant to put down my book, but I still wanted to continue reading! Although the sun has set and I am hungry, my desire for books has not changed.
This book not only enriched my spirit, but also benefited me a lot.
In the past, composition seemed to be the most difficult obstacle for me to overcome. Every time I write a composition, I complain. The articles I write are not only boring, but also old-fashioned and stereotyped, and I can never write any good articles. But since I fell in love with reading, I have not only increased my vocabulary, but also made a breakthrough in writing. Now, not only do I not hate writing, but I like writing. Writing is a good tool to express my feelings and record my life. This composition is not as difficult as it used to be. I can think freely every time I write a composition. Writing is too easy for me.
Books are like teachers, teaching me the truth of being a man; Books are like a bright light, guiding me forward; Books are like a treasure house of knowledge, which brings me endless wisdom ... I will never worry about them!
The book is accompanied by two essays, holding a wisp of book and flying freely; Take a good look and walk with the book; Hold thousands of emotions and spend your youth.
-Inscription
No words, no actions, no life, but you are my best friend and my mentor. In the long years of 14, you have accompanied me through countless joys and setbacks and brought me countless true feelings and joys.
As long as I can remember, I remember you as a symbol of my mother. In the cold winter, I hid in the quilt, hugged my mother and listened to her humming romantic and warm fairy tales. I can't sleep for a long time; In the fresh morning, listening to the cock crow at dawn, my mother always holds you and teaches me to read "Hundred Family Names" and "Saint Amethyst" word by word. Until now, I will still remember the familiar sentence "at the beginning of life, human nature is good." Sex is similar, but learning from each other is far from each other ... "The passage of time polishes you again and again, and you lie in the fleeting time of memory. Slightly yellowed title page, thick book fragrance, full of warmth.
In primary school, you became a beacon of my life. I come from Andersen's fairy tales, and I went to famous stories in ancient and modern China and abroad. "Two bends are like frowns, and a pair of eyes are like happy eyes. The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. When you are free, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, and when you act, it looks like a weak willow tree. The heart is a little more than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west. " In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, in the red cancellation, you are the only one who died independently, lived under the fence and suffered a lot, but was not defiled by secular rumors. A "Flower Burial", a concubine in Xiaoxiang, can't say much about parting feelings. "Every bird from the last days knows to love this life. It is even sadder to cry in Jinling. " The authorities have done their best, but they have done their so-called life. You, everyone, are afraid of chickens and peppers. You are tired and have a good life. In the end, you are miserable, sighing about the world, and it is difficult to make a decision. How many flowers, how many be immersed in love, a thousand red caves, Wan Yan with a cup, just to compose a song "Dream of Red Mansions".
You are the star of Dreadwind, with strong body and good looks. A pair of eyes shot at the cold star, and two curved eyebrows were muddy as paint. He is broad-minded and full of lofty sentiments. Jingyanggang hit the blade with his bare hands and avenged his brother. He personally hit Jiang Menshen and spilled blood on the Yuanyang Building. What a passionate Walker Song Wu! You are the leopard head Lin Chong who defeated Honghe Fengxue Mountain Temple. You just want to keep your position, only to find that the world is cold and cruel. After several persecutions, you are forced to go to Liangshan. You are not weak, just too honest and simple. Shui Bo, a hero in Liangshan, was full of vigor and momentum, and made a Water Margin with his flesh and blood.
Can't leave for a long time, can't forget for a long time. It is a great blessing in my life to swim, drink and watch life with you. You always touch my feelings. You are a gentle sister Lin, telling me my loyalty to love, a fierce and hateful phoenix, telling me to be kind to others, being an enthusiastic traveler, telling me that Yihai is an upright leopard head, and telling me to be faithful.
I still clearly remember that painful failure (I was promoted from primary school to junior high school), which hit me hard. I ran into the study from school in running all the way and never looked back. Tears welled up in my eyes and I cried. The room is empty, you lie quietly on your desk, the title page passes a trace of vicissitudes, and the moonlight shines through the dense leaves. The soft moonlight shines on you, and you are mysterious and beautiful. Only you, and only you, are lying quietly on the desk, as if they have understood the pain. Waiting for my arrival, you are the "old man in San Diego who fished for 85 days and got nothing". You used your experience to tell me that "people are not born to be defeated." You can destroy him as much as possible, but you can't beat him. " Although you are still defeated, you have taken more than one exam in your life. Although you have failed, you still have a process of hard work. With this, you can prove that you are not a loser. I suddenly understood, what kind of failure is this? How could I be defeated? I stopped crying and headed for the sunrise.
As I grow older, you gradually become my best friend. I fell in love with ancient poetry, and I love Yi 'an's "looking for it, being cold and lonely, being miserable and miserable"; "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky into the ocean and never comes back?" I am infatuated with Dongpo's "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of good scenery." I look forward to the leisure of Li Shangyin's "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". You told me that every poem contains a soul, an idea and a life. Your charm is so great that I have been immersed in the magical world of poetry, unable to extricate myself, and I can't feel the slightest touch you have brought me.
Now, I regard you as a part of my life more. You have taken root in my soul and grown into a towering tree. Now I like to carry you all the time. After school, before going to bed and waking up in the morning, I always like to read to you and listen to your heart: a book is a world, a book is a piece of land, and a book is countless lives, telling you countless truths.
Without you, I am incomplete, and you have already penetrated into every bit of my life. 14 years of life, whether it is failure or success, whether it is pain or pleasure, as long as you are by my side, I can resolutely go on, because you are by my side, waiting.
Close to you, gently fall asleep with you, and a faint fragrance of books lingers on the tip of your nose.
This book is accompanied by papers from our bank. The book with three shutter doors, accompanied by pink shadows, intoxicated my heart. Who writes mountain scenery when you are young and affectionate? The building leans forward.
It's autumn, the window is condensed, and the clothes are worn. Ask who is the book companion, hibiscus makeup, sweet-scented osmanthus leaves.
-Spring and Autumn Drunken Flower Songs
Meet the book
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 let 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 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!