After finishing my homework, I, a bookworm, couldn't wait to take out the book Les Miserables from the drawer to savor it. Reached out and touched it, only to find that the book was gone. My heart suddenly seems to have knocked over a spicy bottle, with anger and anxiety. Who is angry with who took my book and where is my book now? The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and I turn my anger into madness. I rummaged through the bookcases, drawers and places where books were put, like "Confucius moved, and books were everywhere", and the books were all over the table. Sweating profusely, I stood angrily among the books, but I still couldn't find the book I wanted. Suddenly thought of "haste makes waste, calm and wise". So I used my quick wits. At this time, I took out Notre Dame de Paris hidden in my textbook, put it on the table, and then went to the bathroom to see if the book would disappear again. I sneaked a peek in the bathroom.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly left my study. I remembered that my grandmother had started her old job again, so I crept with her and watched her turn away. I deliberately sat in the protruding place of the mat, feeling that there was a book under it, so I deliberately said to myself, "Hey, how can this place protrude?" I want to have a good look. I took out all my books at once. I was secretly pleased, but I didn't expect her to rush up and grab the book in my hand regardless of the danger of spraining her waist. She said affectionately, "It's almost the third grade, so we should hurry up to study and don't read extracurricular books." With that, he left. I bowed my head and thought about what she said, so I had to listen.

I think: classmates, do students have to study all day? Learning is our duty, but we can't kill our hobbies. Otherwise, even if we study hard, we can only be bookworms. Adult, please give us time, let us play our hobbies in our study!

I stood at the window with anxiety, and a cool breeze blew across my cheek. I understand grandma's feelings. I realized that life is like a glass of wine, which is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.

Youth is limited and beautiful, and the road to youth is very long. Let's cherish what we should cherish, work hard, pursue what we should pursue, enjoy what we should enjoy, appreciate what we should appreciate, let our troubles pass by on the road of youth, and you will live a rainy and happy life.