Books make teenagers strong-willed; Books are the purificant of human soul.

I like reading, lying on the soft grass in the spring when everything is reviving, holding Bingxin's prose collection, savoring it carefully, or meditating, or associating meaning;

I like reading. Happy summer, I sat by the swimming pool, holding a magazine and sipping iced lemonade, dreaming of a leisurely trip.

I like reading. In the fruity autumn, I took a "Quiz Perfect Composition" and combined with the artistic conception outside the window to experience the true feelings of young authors.

I like reading. In the snowy winter, I sat in a warm room, reading textbooks and memorizing the rules of formulas to lay the foundation for next year's homework.

Reading makes me happy. Happiness lies in the classroom that answers difficult questions; Happiness lies in the roll of paper that answers very smoothly; Happiness lies in talking with my classmates ... a book gave me these.

Books purify people's souls; Books enrich people's knowledge; Books have created one great man after another; Books bring knowledge into the hall of science and technology.

Yilin told me the truth of being a man; Encyclopedia broadens my horizons; "Up and Down Five Thousand Years" let me learn the lessons and experiences of my predecessors, and then create a better future. ...

Every time I see a good book in the bookstore, I want to buy it home. Every time I get a good book, I am ecstatic. Hold it in your arms, hold it in your chest, and read it hungrily.

Books fascinate me. Reading makes me happy!

Shu Xiang Piao Yang

one

Books are notebooks of years, and the reason why we write down words is because of our love for life. Reading is very important for writers. The mind is a river, the book is a boat on the river, and your favorite writer is a lighthouse, calling in the distance.

Real scholars are lonely, and there are few companions on the road. He can't risk entering a mediocre circle to cater to other people's tastes. He has a noble quality, looks at the indifferent times and speaks according to his own ideas. No matter when, there are favorite artists and lonely artists. Reading is like saving, accumulating and making unremitting efforts to be strong. Good works are the birth of pain, not a flash in the pan. A fashionable work has won a temporary success and won flowers, money and praise, but it is not eternal and fleeting. The smile of the pure goddess requires us to pay the price of hardship and life.

two

Finding a good book is like meeting a teacher and a friend. A good book determines a person's fate. People rely too much on TV and newspapers to hype new books and pay little attention to the needs of the soul.

The bookstore I often go to has a small facade. It is across the road from a university, looking at the solemn gate of the school through the window. I often meet students in bookstores. They borrow books, mostly martial arts novels by Jin Yong and romance novels by Hong Kong and Taiwan. The spine and cover of these books are worn out. I don't know how many people have read it, how much precious time they have spent and how much money they have earned. Few people read the classic world classics on the shelf. They reject lofty works and pursue fashionable and mediocre trends. They like exaggerated fabrications and stay away from great works.

They left with the newly rented books, and the figure of youth disappeared at the door in an instant. I want to ask them, what is the significance of such a book? Can you waste your life when you are young?

There are always rows of books on the bookshelf behind the bookstore owner: Complete Works of Shelley, Complete Works of Ji Bolun, Collected Works of Hugo ... and a hardcover box of Complete Works of Lu Xun with a portrait of Lu Xun printed on it. Mr. Wang is looking at it with deep eyes. Many years ago, I studied Kong Yiji. Today, Kong Yiji's vivid image has not disappeared from his memory. Color, wine, red face ... every detail is still fresh in my memory.

When people grow up, they will not touch flashy and false works. I would rather see the truth. The pain we experienced can't be cured by a band-aid or something like that.

It is difficult to study, and I am looking for my spiritual "father".

three

A person's mind, experience and thinking determine the formation of a book.

These are some old photos, like poems, recording memories and homesickness like dreams.

I listen ...

It is a magical land, and I spent my childhood and adolescence in that compound. This is a wonderful time in my life, leaving me with pure happiness, pain and expectation for the future. I witnessed a lot of "joys and sorrows", and I grew up day by day in that special era and special environment.

Many years later, I wrote these words.

I especially cherish this beautiful day.

Re-examining one's own works is like seeing the shadow of youth and the limit of immaturity.

I have been writing unconsciously for more than ten years. Literature makes the essence and meaning of life different. I try to avoid formulaic life, literature makes life bright, and I am fascinated by tomorrow.

The pen in my hand expresses my own affairs. She made me resist the secular tide, my spiritual background expanded day by day, and my heart became calm.

In the ocean of literature, chasing beautiful dreams. I walked into the wilderness, the hometown of soldiers, closest to my mother's heart. ...

A true scholar needs courage and stubbornness. Try to determine the attitude of workers and carry forward the persistent spirit.

A true scholar may be more than just an audience.

four

Snow covered the earth, and several wooden houses with spires were covered with snow. There is a faint winding river next to the house, and the bare trees and hills show the tranquility of Snow Country. ...

The newly bought book has elegant pictures and infinite meaning. At the end of the year, people's hearts can't calm down and look forward to the New Year's bell.

This winter is a rare fine weather. It has been foggy for several days, and the whole city is wrapped in thick fog. Then a heavy snow swept away the haze and turned white. The air after the snow is clean and cold, and the basketball court in the yard is covered with thick snow. I stepped on the first footprint, and the snow made me forget my troubles and return to the unreachable world in my childhood book. . . . . .

A good night's study, early in the morning, opened the window, eyes wrapped in silver. Books pass quietly with the winter snow, and the New Year bell rings.