Since the teacher introduced us to the school library at the beginning of the semester, the library has attracted me like a magnet, making me forget all about eating and sleeping.

The first time I met the library, I had an indissoluble bond with her. In a reading class, the teacher took us to visit the library.

I immediately rushed in like a wild horse pulling the reins. The library is much bigger than I expected, as big as five classrooms. I just glanced at it, and then I didn't want to listen to the teacher's introduction to borrowing books from various subjects in the library. I can only listen attentively, after all, the library system is very strict. Of course, this is also to prepare for me to "take care of" the library.

Books are the spiritual food of human beings, and libraries are "restaurants". I can't help falling in love with the library and staying in her books. Open your own world from books.

The time at noon is very short, but as Mr. Lu Xun said, time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing, there is always some. I had to take a bite of rice and soup, divide three times five by two, and then "chew" more delicious spiritual food. The time at noon is really short. As long as I look at the cards, the bell will be missed by my eyes. I really can't stand it. So I will also choose my favorite books. Just as not all dishes are to my liking, I also have my hobbies. My personal hobby is history books, so sometimes I go directly to the front of the library without taking the book board. This seems to be a land of feng shui. There are all kinds of history books, such as "The Great Frontier", "Ten Lectures of the Ming Dynasty" and "Twenty-five History" ... It really feasted my eyes and increased my knowledge.

I also like reading science books, which makes me understand the magic of science, the vastness of nature and the grandeur of civilization. Why can't these books make me love the library?

At noon, if you can't find me, I must have gone to the library. Everywhere there, you can see me crouching, leaning on the table, bending over, but never, always holding a book in my hand.

Reading in the library has a unique side. At noon, wisps of warm sunshine sprinkled on the floor, and I wandered quietly in the book. If the rain outside the window weaves a curtain on a rainy day, "Tick-tock … don't have a hazy poetry. Of course, the beautiful scenery won't last long, and the bell for self-study in the afternoon always comes unexpectedly.

I like the library. She is my mentor and friend when I was growing up. I am willing to grow up under the influence of her knowledge.