Do you like reading? What is the book in your mind? I think: books are a ray of sunshine in that cold winter; Books are sacred steps leading people to the throne of glory; In that hot summer, books were a breeze. I like reading, and books grow with me.
When I first came into contact with books, I was full of curiosity. I saw my brothers and sisters choose their favorite books among the dazzling array of books, watching them with relish and staying up all night. However, when I picked up the book, my face was full of hatred, and I thought: How can my brothers and sisters read these books?
Now, my bookcase is full of strange extracurricular books. Books have become my intimate friends, and they have become an indispensable part of my life.
I still remember one time when I went to physical education class, because it was raining cats and dogs outside, so I did my homework in the classroom. Our PE teacher won't let us read extra-curricular books, but I have a copy of Anne of Green Gables, and I only read 14. I really want to know what happened next. So I couldn't help but drag the book out of the hole in my desk and put it on my lap to secretly read it. Suddenly, I felt a pair of eagle eyes staring at me, and my hair stood on end. I stopped reading at once. As soon as my leg kicked, the book went into the hole in my desk. The rest of the time, I was too scared to touch that book again. The "Ding" bell rang, and I can continue to swim in the ocean of books!
Reading is a kind of enjoyment, and people who can read will absorb endless knowledge.
Books are the ladder of human progress, and books are the nourishment of the whole world. Yes, books can bring us knowledge and endless fun.
I remember that during the summer vacation, the children's channel was broadcasting the TV series The Journey to the West, and gradually I became a small book fan in The Journey to the West. However, my heartless mother deprived me of my hobby and roared, "I have a lot of homework and I still have the heart to study." But I couldn't stand reading books for a while, so I started my book stealing plan.
In the evening, I first prepared reading tools-desk lamp, scout bell and my favorite The Journey to the West. Then I washed my face and brushed my teeth and lied to my mother, "I have to get up early for school tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first." In fact, my mind is thinking about how to swim in the ocean of books in the future. After that, I quickly closed the door and began to "secretly read". While reading a book, I have to avoid my mother's infrared reconnaissance. After four or five scouting by my mother, I can finally study with peace of mind. I read like a hungry wolf, and time is lost like water in a broken water bag. I was completely unaware of it, as if time had stopped. Just as I was in harmony with the book, I saw the wonderful scene of the Monkey King fighting monsters, and a familiar footstep came into my ears. I struggled to hide the book in the quilt. What a close call! At this point, my heart is like a rabbit, banging! Ground jump.
Books are our teachers and friends. They made us evolve from an omniscient primitive man to a knowledgeable civilized man.
Gentle moonlight sprinkled on the bed and on my face like water. My eyes flashed from left to right, repeatedly confirming that no one was there. "Hey, hey," I pulled out a copy of Sherlock Holmes from under the quilt and looked straight at it, almost drooling. I quickly turned to the bookmarked page and browsed like a hungry wolf.
"Watson, help me check the body. When did you die? " I was completely fascinated and thought I was Sherlock Holmes. "Five forty-three." I squatted down and touched my beard, as if Rodin were polishing his work. After a while, I said, "well, the murderer will come out himself!" Stop hiding! "
At this time, a middle-aged man in a coat came out helpless and annoyed, and raised his hands feebly. "Aha!" I said, "A thorny case has finally been solved, but it's just a trivial matter to me, no big deal." I yawned idly.
Knock, there was a slight footsteps in the corridor.
With a squeak, the door was slowly opened and a figure came in.
"Hey hey, I'm a world detective, you can't fool me, are you the first to come? Hahahaha. "
"Silly boy, what are you laughing at?" So it's mom.
"What? ! Don't sleep in and read at night! Why don't you work so hard at ordinary times? ! "Alas, a bamboo shoot fried meat is inevitable.
I like reading. Reading makes me happy.
Stealing composition 4 "Write, write and write again." Alas, there is a lot of homework this weekend. Write quickly, or you will be scolded.
Suddenly, I was stumped by an Olympic math problem, so I looked around for draft paper to solve it. Huh? Whose book is this? "No matter, let's have a look first." Thinking about it, I picked up the book and looked at it, secretly pleased. This is the camel prince in Shen animal series novels! I like this kind of books best. But ... I have homework to do! Fortunately, mom is still washing clothes. Forget it. Let's take a sneak peek first.
So how can I not let my mother find out? I see.
I put the book below, then cover my exercise book on it, write a few words and have a look. "Hey, it's nothing to be smart!" Although I am trying to keep it fresh, this book is so wonderful that I can't stop. Chapter after chapter, so many chapters. After a while, I was impatient with this peeking, so I got up the courage, pulled the book out from under the exercise book, pushed the exercise book, crossed my legs and began to read it with relish.
"Dadada, dadada." Mother's footsteps came from the corridor.
"What should I do? What should I do? " I am anxious, and my heart is alive and kicking like a rabbit. Suddenly, I used my quick wits and came up with a good idea. I stuffed the book directly into my down jacket and pretended to write it in my exercise book. "Oh, it's too cold. I have to endure it in order not to be found by my mother."
My mother left safely as soon as she came in and saw me doing my homework.
There is still a lot of homework, and I really can't stand it. I can only give up what I love helplessly. Write, write, it's getting late, so I'll write.
Friends, have you ever tasted stealing?
Life is the source of exercise. Pay close attention to it in life and you will gain more. Let's have a look at this book.
Unconsciously, I have been promoted to the fifth grade big sister. My parents have upgraded my discipline-strictly limiting the time to read extracurricular books. So, I often steal to see.
The hour hand has pointed to nine o'clock at night. I listened attentively, and there was no sound outside. I slipped out of bed, gently pushed open the door, poked around, and then leaned out of the room carefully.
"It's so dark outside." I can't help shivering and whispering. In the dead of night, the corridor is particularly deserted, and even the breathing can be heard clearly. I tiptoed down the stairs. Yes, it's in the cupboard under the TV! I heard a loud noise as soon as I opened the cupboard. My heart suddenly jumped wildly. "who?" I looked out of the window, full of fear, afraid to make a move.
I stepped forward trembling, only to find that it was just the sound of the wind blowing on the curtains. "I'm surprised by this weather."
I rested my hands on my hips and thought, "I'm not afraid." I quickly ran to the cupboard, opened it and took out my flashlight. "Well, there is only one step away from victory." I walked lightly and pushed open the door of the study. "Cheep-"The door seems to have been giving me a hard time, making a harsh sound. I quickly fell to the ground and climbed to the top of the bookcase step by step. Looking around for a while, "ah, here it is." I picked up the book like a treasure, held it in my arms and sneaked back to my room.
"ah! Mom, you ... why are you here? " ..... Although the theft failed, it is very interesting to think of it every time. Because I love reading, it will make me feel happy!
Stealing composition 6 "Mom, please! Cut me some slack ... "Poor me, I'm begging my mother. "If you say no, you can't!" My mother once again severely rejected my request.
The thing is this: I am reading the new book "A Girl's Diary" that my father bought for me with relish. Halfway through the writing, my mother rushed in and said angrily, "Look at you. What time is it?" The food has been heated several times, and you still don't come out to eat! Hurry up! No reading today, confiscate it! "
It's time for bed. I'm still begging my mother. After mom left, my heart began to itch again. Thought: what to do! Do you really have to wait until tomorrow ... an idea flashed through my mind: I can steal the book back!
Do it. I stood on tiptoe and strode into my mother's bedroom. When I got to the bedroom, I carefully pushed open the door and observed the situation inside. I was relieved to see my sleeping mother. I started looking for this book. First, I rummaged through the drawers. No, and then I almost looked all over the bedroom but couldn't find it. Suddenly, my mother bent down and revealed the book hidden under the pillow. Haha, I finally got the book!
After I got the book, I read it greedily like a hungry wolf.
Suddenly, I heard a voice. It turns out that the charging cable of the mobile phone has dropped. Look at mom again. Fortunately, mom is still awake.
Just as I was finishing my book, my mother's voice suddenly sounded: "What are you doing?" I put down my book and apologized to my mother. Only to find my mother talking in her sleep. Scared me to death.
I took the time to finish reading the book, then put it back and ran away.
Books, like a little teacher, have been instilling knowledge and wisdom into us. I want to learn from Mr. Lin and be a person who grows up in learning.
Today, when I came home from school, I forgot to put down my schoolbag, so I plunged into bed and picked up my favorite book, Dad is in my pocket.
This book mainly tells the story of a father who was scolded once and shrunk by a centimeter until he became as big as his thumb and could only put it in his pocket. Once, his father invented a "cash cow", which did great harm to mankind ... I was fascinated by it and immersed in the "ocean" of books. I still look at the door from time to time, really scared and happy. As soon as I relaxed, footsteps thumped outside the door, and I realized that my mother told me not to read extra extracurricular books and asked me to study hard before I could get a higher grade. As the saying goes, "no one is perfect, and unexpected events happen." I got out of bed as fast as I could and opened my schoolbag. It's a pity that my mother came in when I was taking the book, looked at me and looked at the book lying in bed, and I realized what was going on. My mother's eyebrows pricked up and her eyes stared at me, vaguely revealing a murderous look. I looked down. My mother said sternly, "study depends on your own efforts." Can reading these useless extracurricular books improve your grades? " When I come back, you should finish your Chinese and math homework, otherwise, you will have good fruit to eat. "After my mother left, I concentrated on my homework, but sometimes I glanced at the beautiful cover of that book out of the corner of my eye, tempting me like a ripe fruit. I comfort myself: it's just a book, anyway, there are only a few pages left, just finish reading it! Thinking, I grabbed the book without swallowing it. Suddenly, the door opened and my mother came in. I looked at the questions I had done in this book, checked them, and looked at my mother's livid face. I had to tell her everything. My mother scolded me and told me to go back to my homework. The ancients put it well: many a mickle makes a mickle, so it is better to understand the scriptures. But I know: even if you are studying, you should choose the right time. The ancients put it well: many a mickle makes a mickle, so it is better to understand the scriptures. But I know: even if you are studying, you should choose the right time.
At home, I am an out-and-out "bookworm", which leads to the tragic consequence now-myopia! So my mother gave me a written evidence that I only read one hour a day, which really made me very unhappy, but my mother's life is hard to violate!
"Let me watch it for a while!" "no! If you want to see tomorrow! " You see, I'm playing hardball with my mother again, and my mother doesn't want to. It seems that I have to use my intelligence.
"Mom, I want to go to the toilet." As I spoke, I hid a favorite book in my arms and went into the toilet. I sat on the toilet and read the book with relish. Soon, my mother shouted, "Are you ready? It's been half an hour. " I have to recover from the sea of books, which is really not enough. It seems that I have to think of other strategies.
In the evening, my mother came to my room as usual to see if I was asleep. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. After my mother left, I quickly turned on the small desk lamp and looked as greedy as a hungry wolf meets food. Looking at it, I feel that time has stopped flowing, everything around me has disappeared, and only I am roaming in the kingdom of books. The more you look at it, the more fascinated you are, and your mood fluctuates with the fate of the protagonist. When he met his bosom friends, I was also happy for them. When he encounters all kinds of bad luck, I will also be sad.
When I was intoxicated with books, the door suddenly opened. When my mother saw that I was stealing books, she flew into a rage, confiscated all my books and shortened my reading time by half an hour. Don't!
Oh, my God!
The article "Stealing Books" tells the story of a little girl who went to the bookstore to steal books and didn't come home until the fluorescent lamp was turned on. Her strong desire for knowledge and reading is touching. After reading this article, I thought of my stolen notes.
I like reading, too. Every time I come home from school, I plunge into my room. Without saying anything, I took out my homework and wrote against time in order to make room for myself to study. Once when I got home, I took out The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and read it directly. When my mother came in, I immediately put the books in the drawer, and all the main course textbooks were on the table. But my mother found out. It didn't work out this time, but it will. So, I got up at four o'clock in the morning and sneaked on my desk, just like a soldier crawling in a battle. I turned on the light, carefully opened the drawer, hungrily sucked the wisdom in the book, wandered in the world of books, and explored the knowledge in the book. Seeing the humorous plot in the book, I will laugh my head off. "Knock, knock, knock ..................................................................................................................................................................... I hold a carp upside down on the bed, pretending to sleep. But when I was ready to read it again, I was discovered and the plan failed.
Books are my mentor, a machine for spreading spiritual food, and a means of transportation for you to surpass your opponents.
Reading is not only to broaden our knowledge, but also to improve our writing level. Let's stay with books all our lives!
Stealing 10 books is an indispensable partner in our life. I have a similar story about stealing.
One night, I was reading with relish, but my father told me to go to bed. I had a brainwave and secretly brought the book and flashlight into the room, leaving the door ajar. Seeing that my father didn't discover my secret, I quickly got into bed with a book and flashlight and began to read. As it was already summer, it was sultry to cover the quilt, and it didn't take long for me to start tossing and turning. After all this fuss, dad came to "inspect" Because it was too hot, I had to open the quilt to get some air. In this way, the book was found, so the book and flashlight were "confiscated" and I had to sleep.
Another time, I was reading a book and suddenly felt a stomachache. I want to go to the toilet after reading the book, but my stomach hurts more and more, so I have to sneak into the toilet while my parents are not paying attention. In the toilet, I was attracted by the wonderful plot in the book and forgot what I came here for. After half an hour, I finally finished reading the book. When I was recalling the plot, I suddenly had a cramp in my stomach, and I realized that I was in the toilet.
I believe that books will certainly bring fun to everyone. Do you like reading as much as I do?
Stealing a composition 1 1 After reading Lin's Stealing, I thought of my stealing.
At night, the energy-saving lamp is turned on in our living room to give me courage and facilitate my going to the toilet. This is my requirement and my secret. Because I am a child who doesn't like sleeping, I want to do something at night. ...
I remember when I was in the third grade, I met a book, Joy and I, and I fell in love with it immediately. I am like "I" in the text. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I burst into tears and my mood fluctuates. I can't stop. Although my body is resting in bed, I still love books in my heart and wonder if Joy will be in danger. Thinking that happy dogs will be eaten by wild dogs? Will the happy father come to save them? Thinking that I can't sleep, I must know the ending. So I decided to get up and read in the living room. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and my parents were immersed in a beautiful dream. I stood on tiptoe, carefully walked into the energy-saving lamp and slowly reached for the book. Although my heart is pounding, it doesn't stop my desire to read. I am like a kitten, greedily eating "knowledge fish". Whenever you meet a favorite book, you have to pay the price and enjoy the ending. This kind of secret reading makes me feel mysterious and satisfied.
As the saying goes, when I prayed in my heart that the "Queen" would not come, the "Queen" came to me with a relaxed pace. I thought the "queen" would be furious, but I didn't expect the "queen" to say gently, "Health is the capital of the revolution. No matter how strong the body is, no matter how good the study is, there is no room for development. Staying up late is harmful, and the body is maintained by itself. " I immediately ran back to my room, covered myself with a quilt and fell asleep.
Health is the capital of revolution, I know what he means. It won't happen again
Stealing composition 12 "Rinrin bell" rings for a nap. Everyone in dormitory 525 is sleeping with the quilt uncovered, and I am no exception.
I turned around and saw everyone in the dormitory closed their eyes. Aunt Yu didn't appear at the door of the dormitory. So, I quietly took out a book from under my pillow, titled "Grab Two Mice", and quickly opened the book, one page, two pages. I read greedily like a hungry wolf, very happy, and afraid of stealing food.
In the process of reading, I look behind me from time to time in case my aunt or classmates find me. If found, they will be "scratched" and beheaded by menstruation or the teacher at any time. However, the more I watch it, the more drunk I get. Geronimo Stilton and his sister, Geronie Murphy, investigated their own business and were sold by a mouse pretending to be themselves. They were very angry. Finally, unexpectedly, I saw that I almost forgot the state of the whole world. I can't hear others talking or going to the toilet. I was still living in the world of books when they called me. I am completely attached to the book, and I have lived with the protagonists in the book. This story is really interesting, and the wonderful story in the book deeply attracted me.
"Why don't you sleep? Look, it's almost past one, and you're still talking. It's really ... "Aunt Yu scolded loudly. Next, our whole dormitory was quiet. I slowly recovered from the world in the book and gently put down the book. Then I pretended to be asleep, and then I woke up. Seeing me turn around, my aunt frowned and asked me, "Wan Ting, how did you become the head of the dormitory? The dormitory has become like this. Why do you seem so irresponsible here? " I listened and lazily replied to my aunt: "Aunt, I fell asleep and couldn't hear." Aunt listened, rolled her eyes and said, "I really can't help you, alas!" " Then she left in anger.
That was close. You scared the crap out of me. Otherwise, I will wait for "going to hell"! I touched my heart. This is the feeling of stealing!
After dinner, I found my favorite book and began to read it without concentration.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a voice came from my ear: "It's time for bed!" " ".From the voice, I know it's grandma's voice. So, my mouth moved, but there was no sound, and I continued to immerse myself in the fun of reading.
Grandma added, "It's time for bed!" I haven't answered yet. Grandma was a little angry this time, so she dragged the book over and stuffed it into the bookshelf. I just came to my senses, and when I looked back, I found my grandmother standing behind me angrily. I had to climb into bed.
The light was turned off by grandma, so I couldn't sleep in the dark. My mind is full of exciting contents in the book. Because this book is really insatiable. So, I made a bold choice. In the dark, I felt my shoes on the ground and crept to the bookshelf. By the bright moonlight, I found the fascinating book, went back to bed and sat down, and read it by the faint moonlight. Afraid of grandma finding out, I dare not turn on the light and read in public. In this way, I have to look at a word many times before I can recognize it. Sometimes I think of the word "tonight" as "rabbit", so it took me a long time to read a few pages.
Just when I was fascinated, the footsteps outside the door made me panic. I quickly stuffed the book under the pillow and lay on the bed. Just after these actions, grandma pushed the door and came in. Grandma saw that I had fallen asleep and left. After a while, I heard grandma snoring, and then I took out my flashlight. Just when I was trying to concentrate on reading, a voice came from outside the door: "Go to sleep". It's okay. This is my mother talking in her sleep.
Later, I read hungrily. Unconsciously, four hours passed, and my neck ached a little, so I had to put down my beloved book and lie in a comfortable bed again.
Stealing composition 14 I think all readers love reading, and they can read it openly. But I'm different. I want to know how I stole it. Please see below. Come and learn about my "stealing"!
One night, I was eating. As I ate, I thought, "Where is that book? 64 pages? Good ... "Just when I was fascinated, I felt someone hit me with a wooden stick. Then I heard my mother say, "Eat quickly, what are you thinking!" " "I reluctantly stuffed a mouthful of rice into my mouth." Ahem! "It hurts me!
In the evening, I was thinking about how to finish reading the unfinished books. I quietly walked into the living room and said to my mother, "Mom, why aren't you asleep?" Mother touched my hair: "Go to sleep first, you have to go to school tomorrow!" " "I slipped into my room and closed the door. I walked carefully to the front of the bookcase, quietly took out a copy of Naughty Ma Xiaotiao, hid it under the pillow, and then fell on the bed to pack to sleep.
I lay quietly, the lights were on, the windows were quiet, and the street lamps gave off soft light. Everyone is asleep. I closed my eyes and heard my mother's footsteps coming. I felt my mother's gentle hand holding the corner and heard her footsteps fading away until I couldn't hear them ... I immediately sat up and read a book, one page or two, and I read it greedily like a hungry wolf. I have been intoxicated by this book. But I didn't notice that my mother was slowly approaching me, and then she shouted, "Don't sleep yet, don't want to go to school!" " "I'm so scared, the book is still on the ground. After that, I calmed my heart pounding with fear, picked up the book and patted the dust. I answered slowly: "books are the nutrition of the whole world." If I don't add some nutrition, there will be too little ink in my stomach. "My mother was choked speechless, so she ignored me and turned off the lights directly. I have no choice but to lie down again and start my pretending to sleep mode.
After half an hour, I sat up again and continued to watch with a flashlight, haha!
15, at night 10, it was raining in Mao Mao outside the window. It was supposed to be time to rest, but I got up anyway.
I quietly sat up from the bed, gently closed the slippers on the window, crept open the door and leaned out to see my parents. Very good! I think they are fast asleep. I went back to my room, took a diary of a smiling cat from the bookshelf, turned on the light, put on my pajamas, and sat on the bed and read it.
Looking at it, the light outside suddenly lit up and there were footsteps. I jumped out of bed in fright. Quickly put the book into the quilt, turn off the light, and lie in bed pretending to sleep. It's a good thing I didn't come I just went to the bathroom, turned off the light and went to bed. I quickly sat up and watched against time for fear of being discovered.
I sometimes worry about the hero, sometimes admire him, and sometimes grieve for him ... I read greedily, just like a hungry wolf meets a lamb.
An hour passed unconsciously, and I was still immersed in the story unconsciously. ...
"creak", the door opened, and I woke up like a dream, but it was too late. I only heard my mother's roar, and the whole building echoed with her voice.
I am so interested in books that I forget to eat and sleep, but I don't care. Let's go to the world of books together!