I read stories and essays (1). Books are friends of human beings. Books are the driving force of human progress; Books are the beginning of human power. Reading more can give you knowledge. I am a little reading prince who likes reading very much.
I once saw a book in the library and wanted to buy it, but I didn't have any money at that time. After a year of hard work, I can finally buy it. I finished reading happily and went home. After taking it home, mom and dad saw the book and immediately said, this is not a book for your children. You can't read it. I said, if you don't look, you don't look. Although I said so, I was thinking, if you don't let me see it, I'll just watch it. I can't believe I can't beat it.
I wanted to read in the afternoon, so I found a reason to go out. When I went out, I quietly took this book and sat downstairs reading it. I don't know how long it took. When my mother came downstairs and saw me reading, she said that no matter what books she read, she would go home for dinner. Look, what time is it? After hearing this, I came to my senses and went home to have dinner with my mother.
Another time, I borrowed a book from my classmates. Because it is so good, I watch it every morning and evening.
In the evening, my mother told me to sleep, but I still hid under the covers and read with a desk lamp. Who knows, my mother actually closed the door of the guest room, and I didn't go out for half a day. However, the door couldn't be opened, and I realized that my mother had closed the door, so I had to spend the night in the guest room alone. Fortunately, I have a book with me tonight. I smiled and went to read on the sofa. It was early morning when I saw it, and then I remembered to sleep.
I should read more books, but I should read them at different times. This is what I learned from these two things. In the future, I will study hard and increase more knowledge.
The essay of my reading story (the second part) grows up little by little, just like a quiet place where wings flutter and fall; A little bit of accumulation, as if the forest soaked by rain is burning heat; A little effort is like the light behind the tears. Reading always has different meanings, and from different angles, you will have different feelings. Everyone has his own reading story, and each story has a moving melody. I don't care how many books I read, only those simple memories.
My reading story seems to be a simple topic, but it is actually difficult to write. If we write this topic together without originality, how can we attract others' attention? So don't rush for success, think carefully and recall the most meaningful reading experience in your life. This is also a kind of reading.
Looking back, at first glance, I was a child who didn't like reading, but now he has changed a lot. Although I don't read much, and my knowledge is very shallow, I know that reading is not only more, but also thorough. It's no use reading more books if you don't read them thoroughly. So, I also started my study career again. Reviewing the past and learning new things, reading the books you have read again, you can know what you have missed and you can make up for it. This is a very useful method.
When the last star in the sky fell, a red sun gradually rose on the horizon, which was so beautiful. Looking around, it is green grass. A gust of wind blew, and I recalled my childhood. This is not what I really saw, but what I imagined. However, the scene in the book is as beautiful as I imagined, which is the experience of others. The real meaning of books lies in sharing, and only shared books have the value of existence.
Books can transform people. If you have books, you will know what is happening in the world. Three points are true and seven points are exploration. Books are these three points. They are the navigation mark of exploration, the soul of knowledge and the turning point of life. Believe it! There will always be its figure in many tears. Write down the beauty, make it a memory and let others enjoy it. Only by letting it go deep into the soul can we realize that behind the tears is the light that breaks through the cocoon.
You don't have to ask too much about what you know, but leave simple and beautiful memories. When you recall, you can understand its meaning.
My reading story essay (Chapter 3) Gorky said that books are the ladder of human progress. This sentence is right, but I never thought it was so profound. I study because of interest.
There are many kinds of books in my bookcase. In this sea of books, there is a book surrounded by schoolbags. Its novelty makes people believe that it has been owned for more than four years! That is a dream of red mansions. I often like that dream like the red chamber. Everyone and every story in the Grand View Garden seems to have witnessed my growth and accompanied me through the cold and summer.
I first read this book in primary school. At that time, I was naive and didn't have much patience. I just glanced at this thick book.
However, there are many feelings. Lin Daiyu is beautiful but stingy. Baochai is beautiful and generous. I like her very much, and I'm sad that she finally became a living widow. And Baoyu has become a living and willful black sheep in my heart. However, after all, I can only wander outside the Grand View Garden, looking at their stories and feeling bored, so the great masterpiece can only be the decoration of bookcases!
In junior high school, I picked it up again, A Dream of Red Mansions. I turned over page after page with my heart, and finally opened the door of the Grand View Garden after 1000 years, and entered the prosperous, complex and rich Grand View Garden.
I saw Lin Daiyu, who looked beautiful and weak, but always insisted on her own ideas. I was shocked by a beautiful treasure chai who was sacrificed by society, the bumpy fate of the twelve gold chains and Jia Baoyu's avant-garde thought.
Seeing the Red Mansion three times, I was moved by the beautiful love story of Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu. When Lin Daiyu misunderstood Jia Baoyu and Baochai and quarreled with Jia Baoyu, I secretly laughed. Jia Baoyu and Baochai met the bride, and I was so angry that I wanted to go in and tell him it wasn't Daiyu. When Lin Daiyu burned the book, my heart seemed to be broken and my tears kept falling, as if I wanted to put out the fire. Lin Daiyu died and Jia Baoyu became a monk. My heart was completely moved by this loyal love.
Review the past and learn the new. Now, I'm going to visit the Red Chamber. Before, I found many pseudo words like Jia Yucun Village. I think it's a new feeling after that!
Thank you for spending night after night with me. The story of me and this book will last until the end of my life. What about you?
There is a famous saying in my essay on reading stories (the fourth article): books are the ladder of human progress. I am a person who loves reading. As long as I have time, I will read. There are books on the bed, desk and bookshelf at home. Books are my good friends.
One day, I was sitting on the sofa reading a The Journey to the West with relish, and my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Just when I saw the most wonderful place, my mother came out of the kitchen and said to me, "There is no salt at home. Go and buy me a bag! " ! Give it to me, 20 yuan. I promised, but I didn't move. Finally, under my mother's repeated urging, I had to walk out of the house with great pain.
As soon as I left the gate of the community, I met my good friend. When she saw me, she said happily, "I'm going to the bookstore to buy books." Do you want to go with me? " When it comes to buying books, I get excited: "Great! Go! "
When my friends and I arrived at the bookstore, I began to read hungrily. Time passed unconsciously, but I didn't realize that the hour hand had quietly pointed to "7". After my careful selection, I finally found a book, a wonderful literary work, as long as 20 yuan money. I went to the front desk and paid the money before leaving the bookstore with satisfaction.
I skipped back to the community with my new book and singing, and found my mother looking for something in the community. At this moment, my mother found me. She ran towards me and asked me anxiously, "Where have you been?" ? What did you do? What took you so long? "I just remembered to buy salt! My mother saw the book in my hand and asked, "Where did this book come from?" "Where's the money?" I have to tell the truth. Mother said helplessly, "Alas, I really can't help you!" " Come on, let's eat out! "
Reading can enrich our lives, broaden our horizons and let us know the truth of being a man. Since reading is so good, we should read more books and read good books. Let's cheer together!
My Essay on Reading Stories (Chapter 5) I really dealt with books in the first day of junior high school. At that time, I was full of determination and belief, looking forward to the unknown and magical middle school life and livelihood, so I stepped into the middle school door with enthusiasm and a little anxiety.
But the facts tell me the "skinny feeling" of reality. What I see from my classmates' eyes is indifference, that is, others no longer care about you ... Since then, my upright head has unconsciously lowered and I began to step into books. The world has walked out of the surrounding turbidity and no longer cares about the direction of the dust outside.
I am still obsessed with books. Lev tolstoy's Resurrection became the first book I "hunted" when others were fighting in the topic sea of this day.
This book tells the story of Nekhludoff being tried as a juror in Masnova. He recognized that the defendant was Masnova, whom he abandoned many years ago, and he was condemned by his conscience. In order to make up for his soul, he ran around trying to reduce her sentence. When all efforts were in vain, he decided to accompany her to Siberia to do hard work. ...
Nekhludoff really didn't know that he was saving his own soul instead of others. Even if Masnova was not successfully rescued in the end, his soul was saved.
When I first started studying, I just wanted to kill time. But later, I found that I got unexpected gains from books. I also liked reading and found some comfort for my lonely heart. I understand the true meaning of life, not taking, but giving.
I began to learn to understand others, stop fighting for a trivial matter, learn to underestimate others' evaluation of you and the gains and losses of some external things, and try my best to help others.
A book is a sincere friend. He will answer many things you don't understand. He will never abandon you, as long as you are willing to deal with him.
My Reading Story Essay (Chapter VI) My Reading Story? Hey hey! There are many.
I am a fan of standard books!
My favorite books are bacon's essays, entomology, morning flowers, and so on. Alas, there are countless books.
What are book fans like? Because I am too nervous in junior high school, my mother won't let me read extracurricular books, which makes me very painful! However, the mountain man has his own coup! Whenever I do my homework at night, my mother will make a surprise attack from time to time to see if I have read extra-curricular books. As for me, I finish my homework early, and then spread a book and textbook on the table. Then I put a book in the drawer. In this way, I can read when I open the drawer, and I can close the drawer when I hear my mother come in. It is safe and sound!
But once, I was watching The Little Prince with relish, and my mother didn't know it when she came up. As a result, everyone got the stolen goods
My mother said to me a little angrily: look at you, you are still reading after class in the second grade, so you might as well recite more formulas and words when you are free!
But I think reading extracurricular books is not a bad thing. Chinese often tests this knowledge! Besides, I have finished all my homework. I retorted a little unconvinced.
But is it time to watch it now? It's not too late to read after the third grade exam!
I'm speechless.
I won't read extracurricular books so often in the future. Farewell to my red and black! Goodbye, my gone with the wind! My mood is like that of Mr. Zhou Shuren in "San Tan Yin Yue".
However, after a while, I still watched it. I secretly took the book to the bathroom, peeked at it while taking a shower, and accidentally got the book wet. Or watch it with a quilt and a flashlight at night.
Hey! This kind of thing rarely happens, because the older people get, the more they realize the importance of learning. So what? You shouldn't be so crazy in the future.
However, in the sea of books, we can find something to comfort our hearts and inspire ourselves to move forward. I hope everyone will read more books and read good books! Did grandma Bing Xin ever say?
Book fragrance pervades my heart.
This is an interesting story of my reading. Finally, who dares to tell my mother about it! I'm not done with him!
I read stories (Chapter 7). I have been a book fan since I was a child! To tell the truth, because of books, I was nearsighted and lost the title of four-eyed boy.
Ren Yun: The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. I don't study for the sake of the golden house, Yan Ruyu, but because of my interest.
Since childhood, the first book I came into contact with was fable. Beautiful pictures attracted me. After listening to what my mother told me, my love for books was out of control.
I don't have many books: dozens of essays, 27 fables, 7 quotations from Grimm, and 4 world famous books are piled as high as a hill.
I love reading and I can't change it. My parents scolded me for this many times because I:
Once, the exam was just around the corner, and my father forbade me to read any extra-curricular books. Oh, my god You know, I just bought a copy of Robinson Crusoe! I just want to appreciate it slowly. But dad's ban on books really tickles my heart! So, I took the book away secretly by going to the toilet. I stayed in the machine for half an hour, but when my parents urged me, I was suddenly surprised. I quickly stuffed the book to the shelf and walked out slowly. Dad killed someone, and five minutes later, he came out of prison with a book and a bad face. I can only watch my beloved book fall into the hands of wolves.
On another occasion, my mother asked me to look at the soup I made. I was looking at the newly borrowed Composition Collection with relish, and I nodded at random without hearing what my mother told me to do. After my mother went out for an hour, I closed the book with satisfaction and closed my eyes to relive a wonderful story. My nose smells a burning smell. Ah, it's over! I quickly turned off the fire, looked at the dry black pressure cooker and thought.
There are many such things, but I don't want to explain them one by one because it's embarrassing, but
Reading also has many benefits. Reading "100,000 Why", I understand the existence of the universe, the formation of black holes and the existence of UFOs. After reading animal anecdotes, I learned why snakes hibernate and what jumping fish is. Reading Grateful Life, I learned a touching story, knowing that one should learn to be grateful.
The story of the book can't be finished, and so can the benefits of the book. Books are my best friends!
At the age of six, the girl took the first book from her father with both hands. Exquisite packaging and interesting pictures attracted her with an invisible magic. The girl's eyes lit up when she saw it, as if it were her long-lost friend.
In this way, the girl recognized the book as her friend.
At the age of seven, the girl started school. I can see the book again and meet you again! The girl thought happily in her mind. Finally, the teacher distributed the books to everyone. The girl's first reaction is to gently touch the book, just like touching a baby, fearing that it will be hurt. She greeted the book with a bright smile: Hello! I see you again! From this time on, the girl is always holding a book. Whether she goes home or goes to her classmates' house, she is always happy to take her dear friend's book with her.
In the third grade, by chance, the girl saw the composition selection and she was fascinated. How beautiful the articles selected for the composition are. Beautiful and moving sentences, rich and colorful contents, and what is important is that the feelings expressed in that article always touched her, and she felt that this feeling was ethereal and magical. She likes reading more and more.
Another time, the girl fell in love with fables. She eagerly read the knowledge of this book and drew nutrition from it. She thinks this book is too good and rich. There is a little story in it, and there is a little truth at the end! This let her know that rabbits can't give up halfway if they want to win the tortoise; I know that crows can drink water and survive because they can use their quick wits and find ways to do it in combination with reality. I realized why people didn't believe the boy who was herding sheep that the wolf was coming for the third time. In order to finish reading this book, the girl felt that her parents didn't give her enough time to read, and even she had to take the book with her when she went to the toilet. What's even more ridiculous is that she woke up in the middle of the night with a book on her back and a book as a companion in her dream. It's crazy. Therefore, her family called her an out-and-out little book fan.
In this way, the girl has been obsessed with books, never stopped reading, and formed an indissoluble bond with books, and became best friends with books.
She likes this friend best and is an out-and-out book fan. By the way, this girl is me.
The Story of My Reading (Chapter 9) has a long history, and the painstaking efforts of several generations have condensed into a book. There are too many stories behind the pages. Maybe someone has worked hard for this, and their hair has turned white. Maybe someone is depressed and frustrated for a lifetime; Maybe someone gave their lives for it. In the growth of human beings, it is like a mirror, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties and the changes of each era. For me, reading is like a shadow, intertwined with my joys and sorrows, and I am always influenced by it.
When I was a child, I showed my obsession with books. Lying on my side in bed with a book in my hand, this is the whole day.
I remember reading at home once when I was in the second grade. When I finished reading a book, I suddenly thought about it, as if there was a saying called eating books. Scholars and gifted scholars in history have done this. The teacher said that books should be savored before they can be savored. I think, how to eat books? I thought from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, from the end of the bed to the kitchen, and thought to myself: after all, practice is the only criterion for testing truth! At that time, I cooked like my mother, took a small pot of water, put spices and seasonings, and threw the book in, and it was done. I sat quietly next to it and stared at it intently, thinking to myself: the traditional way of eating books is probably beyond my control. Thought of here, I can't help but get carried away and give myself the title of the first person to eat books in the past dynasties. I looked at the pot as if it was ripe, so I opened it and looked at it. The water is gray, but it is similar in color to the paper in my book. There are some pieces of paper scattered on the water, mixed with tomatoes and leeks, which is quite interesting. I picked up the spoon, carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it in the bowl. But I didn't think it was enough, so I scooped it into the pot and put it on the chopping board.
When I was about to drink, I suddenly remembered that the ancients always had to take a shower and change clothes when reading. I thought to myself: scholars of all ages have to take a shower and change clothes when reading, so I am not better at reading than them? So, I went to take a shower and change clothes. I didn't know where to find some incense, lit it in a seasoning bottle and bowed to it. But this day was not satisfactory. I was about to drink when my mother came back. My mother watched me stay where I was, and I looked at her blankly. Probably because I didn't learn well in the first grade of primary school, I became a member of a cult. Therefore, the final result is self-evident, and I dare not eat books.
During my growing up for more than ten years, such incidents have emerged one after another, often one after another. I used to get to the bottom of my mother's growl. After thinking about it, I understand that this is all caused by my book, but it is also my fault that I dare to mess around with a little knowledge.
But I have never given up reading, but I have been very keen on reading since then, and I have to read clearly. This also made me understand that reading is ok. Inaccurate reading is a lifelong mistake.
My essay on reading stories (10) My reading stories are very interesting, though not many.
It happened during the summer vacation. One day, I was playing in my cousin's room and found a lot of books piled up in the room, all kinds of books. Knowing that my daughter likes books very much, my uncle bought many books for my cousin to learn from. My cousin and I hit it off, too, because our hobby is reading and chatting together, and our mouths are full of stories about books. I lent my book to her and her book to me. No, I was in the room with her, reading extracurricular books carefully. It happened that we were in the room and our family didn't know. They thought we went out to play and locked the door when we went out. And we were locked in the room and didn't know anything about it, because we were attracted by the stories in the book. After watching it for a while, I feel a little tired and want to go out for a walk. We tried to pull the door, but it just wouldn't open. We shouted, but no one answered. We were so anxious that we almost cried, as if we had been kidnapped. Fortunately, there are books in the room for us to read, otherwise we don't know how to live. Even so, our stomachs failed to live up to expectations, and we muttered empty plans. A few hours later, my parents finally came back. We shouted hard, and when they heard us, they quickly opened the door for us. As soon as the door opened, we rushed out to look for food. Just as my parents brought instant noodles back, we grabbed them and wolfed them down. My parents couldn't help laughing when they saw our anxiety, and we laughed with them. We ate and laughed, almost choking.
After this incident, I became more fond of reading. I often buy books with pocket money, and let my mother buy them. My mother also supports me very much, because my mother knows that reading well is helpful to study, which can increase the accumulation of extracurricular knowledge and broaden my horizons.
I really don't understand why some people don't like reading. Maybe they don't understand the benefits of reading. My enthusiasm for reading will never die, and I will read when I am old. Because reading is my greatest pleasure.