Books have been with me since I could read. From vivid and interesting picture books to phonetic books full of letters, thick fairy tales (for me at that time) were my last childhood companions. When I grew up, Four Great Classical Novels, a world famous book, gradually occupied my bookshelf, replacing my childhood playmate and sitting at the top of the library. Looking at the flames of war in the Three Kingdoms, we can appreciate the cruelty of the world in the Dream of Red Mansions, appreciate the various wonders in the Journey to the West, and marvel at the bravery and ferocity of the eight generals in the water margin. I am amazed at the uniqueness of the four classic novels, and I can't put it down. Every time I study, I always think about it, as if I had entered the world of books. I just realized the iron will of Paul Kochakin in the former Soviet Union, and soon I was involved in the feud in Revenge of the Prince. Only by exploring the secrets of the seabed with Nautilus, he soon began his so-called knight journey with the ridiculous Don Quixote. This feeling is beyond words. After entering junior high school, I gradually like Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels. The sword fighting, unfathomable martial arts and heroes with different personalities in the book are deeply engraved in my mind. Flying snow pats the white deer plain, laughs at books and leans against the garden. This is a summary of Mr. Jin Lao's works, and it is also a motto of 14 for gold fans. Everybody knows that. The combination of wonder and magic has become my favorite. The famous writer Lu Xun. When I was a freshman, I also quietly entered the world of my books. Vivid characters such as Ah Q, Kong Yiji and Sister Xianglin flashed before my eyes, especially the unique Lu style of writing, which made me amazed. Profound, synonymous with Lu Xun's articles. Read a good book, read a good book. Opening a book is certainly beneficial, but closing it is boring. The days with books are full and the days with books are happy. Without books, it is emptiness, without books, it is sadness. Books accompany me through every sunrise. 2. Who released the catkins in March and sent Dada's horseshoes into the spring curtain, which became a beautiful mistake? Who is it, on the head of the sunset tower, the frost wind is tight and the red is fading away, looking back and thinking, the rain pours into the sky? Who, in the lane where lilacs hold up sorrow, dyed the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River into tears in spring? My mind slowly opened up. It has always been thought that the days with literature are unique. So I opened the box of memory, looking for it, looking for a ray of happiness in the days when you were around, and I was moved little by little-"The flowers came from Shui Piao, a kind of acacia, and two places of leisure. This situation can't be eliminated. I can only frown, but I am in my heart." Who is whispering disappointedly? The misty evening rain shakes the earth and stands there like your faint rhythm. Yi An, is that you? Why are you so lonely? So I followed Yi 'an's footsteps-"Returning to the boat at night and straying into the depths of the lotus." Young people in Yi 'an have the beauty of a full moon and wealth. "The clear sky in Wan Li is foggy, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance", and Yi 'an's middle age is full of agitation; "I can't carry much on my mind." Yi' an in his later years was full of sadness ... When Yi' an was with me, I saw the sea and mulberry fields of that era. "Laugh and go out, I am Artemisia." Do you hate the ancients for not knowing that you are crazy? Violets, the Yellow River is blocked by hard ice, and Taihang Mountain is covered with snow. Are you safe? -I saw purple raise a glass to invite the moon, and the sword was reflected in his glass. Ah, Tianmen Mountain is just a hiccup to him, and Taihang Mountain can't stop his pride. "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the sea, never to return?" If the heart is colorless, Ann can sit so lofty. When Violet was with me, I felt the power to break through everything. "In thousands of peaceful summers, all the poor people in the world are smiling." The bamboo forest is swaying, but your long sigh is lingering? Triple thatch, how to support your distant feelings? You are disappointed, "the wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the bones on the road freeze to death", and your heart aches that "although the country has broken mountains and rivers, the vegetation will turn green in spring", Shaoling, you are a monument! When Shaoling accompanied me, I saw the feelings of worrying about the country and the people. It is good to worry about your company. My life is full of poetry because of your existence-it's good to have your company!
Since we came to this world, there has always been a person with us! That person is the mother. Because of her company, my life is more colorful.
I still remember when I was a child, whenever I had any questions, I would ask my mother, "Mom, why ...? "Mom always takes pains to answer every question for me! Gradually, my dependence on my mother seems to be like a lighthouse ahead, and no matter how vast the sea is, sailing boats will not lose their way.
However, gradually, I grew up and learned how to dress myself. Even without that lighthouse, I seem to be able to sail freely on the endless sea!
It was not until after the mid-term exam that I fell and hurt more than ever! I gradually realized that young rebellion is like a green fruit; Tempting, but primitive.
It was at this time that my mother and I had a heart-to-heart talk. She said that rebellion is everyone's, and you will taste all kinds of ups and downs in the process! But remember, your mother will always be your back. No matter how painful your fall is, I will help you stand up!
I shut myself in my room, thinking how happy I am, because I have a mother, but I am so disappointed in her. Every night, she accompanied me to do my homework. When I am sleepy, she makes coffee for me. When it was cold in winter, she knitted me a scarf and always cared about me.
What about me? I always thought I grew up and became independent. Unexpectedly, every step of my life was pushed by my thin mother, and every bump was accompanied by my mother.
In these fourteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, I am so happy because of your company. ...