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!
Me and the book.
Books are brothers, which sounds a little loyal.
The ancients found Yan Ruyu and Golden House in the book. In my opinion, books are books. Just like the anchor of a ship, the ups and downs are negligible, and there is no need to add any decoration.
When reading is not for fame and fortune, nor for endless empty talk, I have a simple happiness with books.
Every morning, when I turn off the annoying alarm clock by hand, my fingers will first encounter a row of bare thorns. That wonderful feeling will make you feel good all day. The unhappiness squeezed by them at night has already been dispelled without a trace.
I secretly went to a friend's house to play, and saw that the whole wall of their house was covered with books locked in a cupboard, giving off a silver-gray luster. At this time, my hope is that these books should be tasted and enjoyed by others. Don't let these books become lonely classics, no one will cheer.
My own books, every one is a treasure. After you buy it, you should first brush the dust off it with a napkin, and then wrap the book bag. However, I won't read it all at once, but turn it page by page. Touching the lines of every handwriting in the book with your fingers, let the faint ink fill the quiet air.
After finishing my homework and meeting my friends, I will find a quiet afternoon, sit in the corner of the room and read quietly. I will walk into the world of books, listen to the words of books and talk to them silently. At this time, I have a real happiness. The hard work of buying books temporarily and the sweat of buying books are no longer important, because they are nothing compared with the happiness of reading.
Books and I always have endless stories. ...
Books are a treasure house of knowledge, which makes us knowledgeable. Books are a kaleidoscope of colorful life, teaching us to taste life; Books are the epitome of the world, let us see through the world; Books and wine are unforgettable ... even when I don't know a word, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books.
Ignorance-pursuit
I was different from other children when I was a child. Other children like to play, but I like to sit quietly in a chair and read story books. I ask my grandmother to tell me stories when I am free. Because of this, I have been literate since I was a child, and I can recite 600 Tang poems at the age of 3.
After graduating from primary school, I like to party in the literature hall. "How Steel was Tempered" In Qian Qian's indomitable struggle, I gradually realized the meaning of life and found the destination of my soul from countless steel-like soldiers. The experience of "San Mao" makes me feel happier in life, and the allusion of "hanging my head and stabbing my legs" has been urging me to move forward. Robinson Crusoe gave me the spirit of pursuing and exploring love.
Immersion acquisition
Reader, a publication I can't put down. Usually, after I finish my intense study, I will take out my reading book and start to wander between the wonderful lines of the article, immersed in the joy of acquiring knowledge, lost in the pages and intoxicated with excellent works, which is incomparable to any other feeling at that time. Gradually, the "thesaurus" in my mind began to enrich and the articles I wrote began to become beautiful.
The reader is like a kind and wise old man, constantly enlightening me and teaching me the truth of being a man, more like a friend who helps me in difficulties. In a Chinese exam, the composition requires writing about scenery. After all, writing about scenery is my weakness. When I had no clue, I suddenly thought of it, remembered those intoxicating sentences in my heart, and began to sort out sentences. Soon, I began to write. The pen kept working in my hand and finally finished it. With its help, my composition was only deducted 1 point! The Reader has such a great impact on my mind that every time I finish reading it, my spirit will feel very happy and I will gain new gains.
Dedication-reward
There are too many love poems in our life, such as Tagore's Birds and Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, which make the world beautiful and make us understand and feel life. I have been thinking: if the book is a teacher, I don't know how much help it has given me, then how can I repay it? It is like a silkworm, only abandoned and cremated. If you want to praise its beauty, how many words can't express it. Just like running water-the deeper the silence: in Marx's place, I understand the truth that "the value of human beings lies in their talents"; In Zhan Tianyou, I read the patriotic way of "being knowledgeable and omniscient, making Qiang Bing rich enough to stand on the earth"; In Lu Xun, I read the dedication of "bow down and be a willing ox".
Emotional poets live forever, just like the dedication of love, and never decay. We know that giving back to society is the best dedication. It is conceivable that books should be so valuable and fascinating ... Love doesn't need to be too vigorous, just a little effort will move people.
This book has been with me for 13 years. It is like a jumping note, a colorful picture and the eternal fruit of human civilization. It led me into the door of knowledge and accompanied me to climb the peak of knowledge from beginning to end. It made me see all aspects of society and purified my soul. It gave me wings to imagine and goals to strive for.
The story between me and the book will never end, but will only become richer and richer as I grow up. ...