I like reading since I was a child. Nowadays, reading is one of my hobbies. Reading is great! This is what I really feel inside.

Books are messengers of spreading human culture. Since the invention of printing, this fact has always existed and will not change for a long time. Touch words with your head, imagine with your brain, and feel with your heart. Books are expensive to read. They are the treasure you hold in your hand and the piety when you open them. When reading, your thoughts wander in the book, your emotions fluctuate in the book, and you can experience any emotion in the book. This is the charm of books.

I can't grow up without books Books make me grow faster. I like reading, because it makes me learn a lot. Writing in the world is full of hardships and vicissitudes. I prefer reading, because it lets me know more. ...

When I sit in the classroom, listening to the teacher's explanation and swimming in the ocean of knowledge, my brain is enriched day by day. I like to argue with my classmates about a math problem during recess. By the way, success makes me laugh, and failure makes me gain experience. Studying is hard, but I am willing, because reading is enjoyment, and I love reading.

In life, all kinds of books are dazzling. I cry for the little match girl who froze to death in the street, for General Yue Fei's unpaid ambition, for Ah Q's tragic experience, and for the * * * producers' party crossing the river to defeat the Kuomintang. Even Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels and Qiong Yao's tear-jerking romance novels make me linger. I like them, because here, I can learn something that is not in the textbook.

Books are the land of hope. I will try to get more food.

I love reading, because books in class make me learn and think, books outside class make me understand and think, and reading in life makes me mature and grow. I like reading.

My first book, I can't find it now, and I don't remember it very deeply. Just like the night pearl in the deep sea, although precious, its light is only a little vague and inconspicuous, but it once really existed without adulteration, which is of great significance to me.

I feel a little tired when I recall it, and I almost forgot it for a long time. The clues and pictures I tried to come up with are like a layer of fine sand, which is not very clear. I vaguely remember a cat, a dog, a monkey and an elephant painted on it, but I really can't remember anything else. What impressed me deeply was that my mother often read stories to me in bed. Until now, I still clearly remember my mother sitting by the bed, reading vividly and emotionally. I also try my best to open my eyes, for fear of falling asleep and missing any wonderful links. At that time, I was still young and knew little about the stories my mother read, but I was genuinely curious about books. I especially want to know why there are so many stories hidden in this thin book. In each story, there will be naughty and lovely children and those naughty and clever animals.

Whenever I am alone at home, I can't help touching that book. I feel that it is as good as a good boy, and it doesn't run around or play pranks, so it is never regarded as an object of destruction. If someone at home is reading a book, I will open it and pretend to read it. Sometimes I don't know if I have it upside down.

At that time, my greatest wish was to tell stories to my parents with that book, just as my mother told me.

Later, I learned to read stories by myself. I really want to read more books, and my parents are very supportive of my idea. I study hard and do my homework carefully. Gradually, I learned more words from less and read more books from thin to thick. Out of curiosity, I began to try to read some selected compositions, and gradually found that the compositions were actually very interesting, and each composition would bring me a feeling of wanting more. The essay selection completely replaced the story book, but it didn't satisfy me, so I began to dabble in some famous books. In those colorful words, I feel that the book is really a wonderful world, in which there are colors, happiness and sadness. Later, I began to read some famous literary works, first the simplified version, then the original work, the profound thoughts of ancient literati, and the wonderful writings of famous writers today. My books are increasing day by day, and I can't live without them. Books have been completely integrated into my life.

My bookcase is full of books now. They are standing there quietly, waiting for me to read one by one. But what I cannot forget most is my first book. It is the starting point of my reading road and the guide of my reading journey. Thank you, my first book!