Whether it is the beautiful rhyme of Beijing dialect or Cao Chuan's official script, whether it is Xuanyuan Gu Teng or a new branch of China, whether it is a classic or a popular saying, it is integrated, manifested and isolated in reading. Without reading, there is no wisdom and depth.

Growing up in reading, I realized the vicissitudes of history. The silt in Zhoukoudian, the smoke in Hemudu, banpo village's seclusion and the wind and frost in Dawenkou are all miracles born in the wilderness. Qin Brick and Han Wa forged your strength, Chu Ci and Han Fu made your mind clear, Tang Poetry and Song Poetry cleansed your soul, Yuan Qu and Ming and Qing novels made your face gorgeous, and the Yangtze River and Yellow River dredged your lifeline ... I once grieved with Ma Zhiyuan about the loneliness and sorrow of "The sun sets and heartbroken people are at the end of the world"; I sigh with Li Shangyin that "when we cut the candle at the west window together, we talk about the rain at night", and I don't hate it; With Yan Shu, I lamented that the rhyme of "I can't help but spend, and I feel familiar with Yan Gui" is fleeting; Together with Du Mu, I lamented that "a strong woman in business doesn't know how to hate her country, but she still sings backyard flowers across the river".

Growing up in reading, I appreciate the beauty of nature. The streams are gurgling, the white clouds are long, and the fields are swaying in a pool, which is cool in summer. The grass is lush, the elm shade is pruned, the trees are in a hurry, the green willows outline a gorgeous season, butterflies and butterflies are in love with flowers, bees are in a maze, the eagle hits the sky directly, and the clouds are crimson; The majestic Himalayas, the winding Yarlung Zangbo River and the sacredness of Mount Everest are combined into a symphony. My heart is full of lush flowers, and only shallow grass can have no horseshoe. I am attached to the elegance and leisure of "rice flowers say bumper harvest and listen to frogs", and I am moved by the quietness and leisure of "thin shadow and clear water, faint fragrance floating in the dusk of the moon". The weather vane to pay tribute to pine and cypress is "tempered, let the east, west, north and south wind"; The charm of "every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs" in my heart is amazing. Miss sunrise and dusk, daydream, yearn for the rainbow, listen to birds singing, enjoy the flowing water, gamble on coconut groves until dusk, immerse yourself in the embrace of nature, and let your thoughts gallop in Yuan Ye where flowers are blooming and grass grows and warblers fly.

Growing up in reading, I realized the wonderful poetry. After reading "Journey to the Sun and Moon, Surprise, Bright Stars, Surprise", you will realize the open-mindedness and heroism of "However, China holds our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor"; After reading "... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in the freshness", you will realize the truth of bringing forth the new and the positive and optimistic spirit of "Qian Fan on the sinking side, Wan Muchun before the sick tree"; Reading "Castle Peak haunts me without doubt, suddenly seeing Qian Fan looming" will also realize the same effect of "heavy mountains and heavy waters lead me to doubt without doubt, and there is another village" ... "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and go straight to the deep sea", which has inspired many hopeful self-confidence; How much patriotic integrity has been sublimated by a story of "leaving Jiangnan Road and becoming a raven with blood"; How many persistent pursuits have been inspired by the passion of "the old wing is dormant, the ambition is thousands of miles, the martyrs are old and brave"; Sometimes, "Mo Yan will go down the mountain easily and make pedestrians very happy. How many clever minds have been inspired by the consciousness of entering the Wanshan circle in an instant and putting down a mountain.

Growing up in reading, I realized the vicissitudes of history, the charm of nature and the beauty of poetry; Growing up in reading, I cut off the bad roots of the soul, clarified the filth of the soul and broke through the barriers of thinking; Growing up in reading, I have the elegance of long-sleeved broadband, free and easy charm, and broad and heroic grandeur.