Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and I smelled the fragrance of tea. There is a little sweetness in that bitterness, and the hazy eyes outline the hazy memories. Standing at the crossroads of life, I look back, and the bits and pieces along the way, like footprints on the beach, are truly engraved in my heart, reminding me that we are growing.

The sun always rises and sets endlessly, standing on the tail of time, we are constantly chasing the future as ignorant as water mist. Too many people always lament the cruelty of time and the helplessness of growth. In fact, growth is really a process of caterpillar breaking cocoon into butterfly, which needs you to taste and experience alone.

When I was a child, books were interesting paintings with magical stories. I always pester my mother to tell one fairy tale after another, but I never get enough of it. A little bigger, the book is full of vivid beating characters, here I know that beating characters are actually a painting; In primary school, books were the key to my fairy tales. I learned to look for Cinderella's lost glass shoes in books, pursue the secret of Pinocchio's long nose, and dry the mermaid's sad tears. ...

Now, books are the magic stone that attracts me, the ladder that leads me to the hall of knowledge, the clear spring in the mountains, and the vast ocean ... I am immersed in the sea of books every day, touching the pulse of words, smelling the fragrance of words, enjoying the spiritual baptism brought by words, and feeling the vastness of the ocean of knowledge and my smallness.

I see, keeping company with books is a kind of happiness.

Learn to grow up in the ocean of words, taste life in the brilliance of books, and feel life in the country of knowledge. In fact, the book has given me a lot, besides knowledge, more is the truth of being a man and the method of doing things.

Making a cup of tea and leaning under the poplar in front of the door is a good season for reading. Looking at the tidbits floating down, maybe you will unconsciously recite such a leisurely poem as "Huayang fell to the ground and cried"! Books are not limited to China's long history, but also contain affectionate and meaningful stories. In the poems I read and studied, I also realized the changes and vicissitudes of the world and human feelings, all of which were shocking and thought-provoking.

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