"Reading thousands of books, writing like a god", "reading thousands of books, walking Wan Li Road". There are many people studying at all times and in all countries.

Feel the pleasure of reading, just like feeling the interest of nature. The book is a magic key, which takes you to the sacred library and opens the door to magic. Book, a silent teacher, introduced you into the sea of books ... Since I was six years old, books have taught me how to be a man and how to struggle. It has been with me for nine years. In these nine years, I had ups and downs, until I became a student.

It will accompany me in spring, summer, autumn and winter, so that I don't feel lonely. Every minute, I will cherish my interest in books very much, which makes me feel that reading books will have an endless feeling, as if I have been introduced into a sea of books.

In spring, I came to a meadow. Many children were playing happily on the meadow, which made me laugh. Spring returns to the earth and everything wakes up. I brought a book of poems, which sang, sang and sang heartily, and brought me into a Tang Dynasty. I recited poems with Li Bai and Bai Juyi. When they were drinking, I played the guzheng and sang duets. What a rich imagination. Gradually, I left them and found myself in the realm.

In summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and I am enjoying a book by the window, How Steel was Tempered. Although it was very hot, I read more attentively with the company of the protagonist Paul. I feel sad that Paul was tortured by his grandfather and worked hard in the factory. Indeed, it made me forget all my troubles. From that moment on, I feel that reading can eliminate all my troubles and troubles.

In autumn, I came to the forest alone, and my eyes were yellow and beautiful, which was a good place for me to study. Reading and reading, suddenly the wind blows, and the pages fall one after another, making the book more beautiful and moving. Then, it became my bookmark, which made me concentrate on reading more. When the wind blows,

In winter, I come to the park. Although the wind is cold and biting, I still read. Turn a page for me when the wind blows.

Books let me enter the sea of books.