The writer Gorky once said that "books are the ladder of human progress". Books are my life partner, an indispensable friend in my life and an important spiritual food for me.

A family must have books. As I said, my family is really a "scholarly family". My father loves reading, and so does my mother, not to mention me. Influenced by my parents, I have loved reading since I was a child. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I was still illiterate. My parents take turns to read me stories that start with small pictures every night, so that I can sleep peacefully. In the first and second grades of primary school, I began to read some children's story books with phonetic notation, and I was always immersed in infinite fantasy. As I get older, I come into contact with more and more books. Found that the original is a cup of milk tea with all colors and flavors. It feels from light to strong, and the more you drink, the better it tastes.

I remember it was a dark night. When I finished my homework, it was already nine o'clock. I yawned, stretched, and then quickly climbed into bed. After I made the quilt, I was about to turn off the lights. Suddenly I found a book "Children Without Shadow" on the chair. Surprised, I picked up the book and began to read. Forgot that it was already late at night, immersed in the sea of books. Sometimes I am happy for the hero's success, and sometimes I am worried about his danger ... "Stop reading and go to sleep." Mother's urging came from my ear. Although my mother doesn't object to my reading, sleeping and reading is really a bit too much. Alas! I'm going to sleep again. Say goodbye to the book. How I wish I could read more books! After I fell asleep, I dreamed that the hero had found his shadow ... It seems that I really like "eating books".

I grew up with books, which watered my mind with their rich knowledge nectar. Reading can bring us a lot of happiness; Reading can make us smarter; Let me swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Is a book, let me increase experience, cultivate sentiment, understand things. It's a book that makes my world colorful! Let every "note" in the book grow with us!

The second book is accompanied by my growth, with 600 words in the second day of junior high school.

Books are human friends, teachers, lighthouses in the vast sea and morning stars in the distant sky. It gives people enjoyment, feelings and sighs; Give people reverie and deep thought. The ancients also said that "the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu."

On the silent moonlit night, sitting by the window, holding a cup of fragrant tea and turning over a fragrant book. Open the window and let flowers, cicadas and stars in. However, the moonlight left a colorful streamer on the table, throwing away the worldly troubles and forgetting the troubles in my heart, strolling in the sea of books, smelling the fragrance and tasting philosophical thoughts. There is only one book, one cup of tea and one you between heaven and earth.

The books are Qu Yuan's Fang Zhi Lan Ting and Xie Yi's A Bright Moon Like Water. It is so clear and transparent, but it is also accompanied by fragrance. This book is a lingering fragrance in my mind.

In the Song Dynasty, Liu Zikai said, "Moon doesn't know that you have gone, but she still looks at the reading window at night." The full moon is full, and several stars are listed. Flowers and books are ethereal, stars and words reflect elegance, cicadas and books rhyme. The poet is as free and elegant as being in a fairyland.

Reading is a pleasure. In Ling Zhi, Gui Youguang wrote down the scene of the moonlight play under the book window: "On the evening of March 5, at the middle of the moon, the laurel shadow is mottled, windy and lovely." Reading on a moonlit night has a sense of leisure, which is a kind of "rich and quiet". Books and homework let you understand the true meaning of life; Learning can nourish people's hearts, calm their worries, read with a leisurely attitude, and let the thoughts between the book window and the bright moon bleach and precipitate.

Moonlight window mixed with candle shadow, maple leaves fiddled with the piano. In the silent night, there is a little breeze, and there is no "rattle". Let the wind surround your heart lake, enjoy the breeze and stroll the starry sky.

The breeze and the bright moon, the misty teacups, the house full of books, the starry sky, the cicada singing and the quiet night, the books adorn life and are accompanied by books, which is a great enjoyment of life.

Learning makes thoughts ripple, makes the bottom of my heart clear and enriches people. Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments is also for leisure, moonlit night and books.

Three books accompanied me to grow up. 600-word argumentative essay in the second day of junior high school

My love for books stems from my initial desire for books and my pursuit of knowledge.

When I was a child, I grew up in Andersen's fairy tales. I pester my mother to tell me Andersen's fairy tales every night. In my mother's mouth, I saw the beauty and kindness of Snow White and the evil and ugliness of the Queen. I felt the loneliness and longing of the little match girl. At a very young age, I knew the beauty and ugliness, as well as the evil and goodness of the human heart. I am indignant at the tragic fate of the little match girl and moved by Cinderella's happy ending. Since then, books have become an inseparable part of my growth.

When I stepped into the school gate, I really realized the fun of reading. I love poetry, which is the essence of life and the conciseness of feelings. In the poem, I feel the confidence that "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sail and cross the deep sea"; Imagine the desolation of "everything is not omnipotent, tears flow first"; Better understand the greatness of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"; Appreciate the beauty of "the shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk". Under the sky of books, in the ocean of poems, I know the value and significance of life, and I keep growing with books …

When I entered junior high school, I was refreshed by classic works and famous Chinese and foreign works. In the author's pen, I saw vivid characters and felt the great spirit in them: Robinson Crusoe showed me the perseverance and heroic qualities of a tough guy; "How Steel was Tempered" made me realize Paul's iron will of tenacious struggle and brave dedication. "Water Margin" made me understand the heroism of Liangshan heroes ... I swam in the magical sea of books, tasted the ups and downs of life, and gradually grew up. ...

Books have brought me endless knowledge, endless happiness and endless vitality. Reading is accompanied by my growth, and I believe that with the company of books, my life will be more exciting!

Four books accompanied me to grow up. 600-word argumentative essay in the second day of junior high school

Holding a roll of ink, the heart is clean. However, as soon as I turned over the origami, the years passed, and I still felt very cool and comfortable when I watched the technology coming like a gallop.

Holding a roll of ink, I traveled in China for 5,000 years, looking all over the ages, picturesque scenery, sighing "the rivers are full of waves"; Listen to "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers" and experience the suffering of acacia; Sing "There are not enough bells and drums, I hope I will never wake up after being drunk" and comment on lofty sentiments. Rather than saying that "books are the ladder of human progress", it is better to say that "books are a good medicine to save the soul blindly".

I love books, and I love the itchy feeling left in my heart when my fingers cross the pages. And this obsession with itching planted that seed in my childhood heart, and I was moved by it. Holding a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", the immature voice and Wang Luobin shook their heads, chanting "Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange" and drinking a thousand cups with Li Bai. In the moonlight of "I left my food bar and cup, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in four directions in vain", hiding in "My friend's prince, spring has passed, and you are here. Wang Wei lamented the loneliness and desolation of Du Fu's "fallen leaves are like waterfalls, but I think the long river is always rolling in". The company of the book washed away the prosperity and noise of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, saw through the bitterness of the ups and downs of the official sea, and suffered the bitterness of the Anshi Rebellion. That book has penetrated into the bone marrow and become an inseparable part of the heart. The thick and deep wine precipitated into knowledge is full of fragrance. It drinks thousands of cups with heroes of the ages and dies drunk in this book.

The childhood "Three Hundred Tang Poems" has long been yellowed, and the books on the pillow have been changed one after another. Only the ink is wrapped around your fingertips and haunts your heart. With the change of time, I am no longer satisfied, but look at the wider world and appreciate the touching and wonderful words written by foreign great writers.

A "Jane Eyre" taught me not to bow to rights and respect myself; A "One Hundred Years of Solitude", the love and hate of several generations are all on paper; A movie "How Steel is Tempered" made me understand that persistent success is steel tempered in high temperature and cold. Boating in the sea of books, I saw the faint light of human nature flashing, and I insisted on moving forward in the future.

Youth is always accompanied by agitation. Time flies, the arrival of science and technology express has brought a large number of modern new reading methods, and "e-books" have been overwhelming for a while. But I still persist in my heart, just because I have long been inseparable from the warmth and touch brought by wandering in the book.

Books that exude youthful breath accompany me through the melancholy flower season and rainy season, wash away the agitation of youth and shed tears of youth.

Gently touch the ink roll in your hand, leaving behind the scholarly years. Youth is always there, only wish: a book, a person, a youth.