First, I once read an article by Bi Shumin, a famous female writer, Reading is a Loneliness. Today, when I saw this composition topic, I first thought of this article. "Reading is a kind of loneliness" is also my view on reading. Say it briefly. Reading is a kind of environmental loneliness. When we read a book and wander between the lines, we talk to the text, the characters in the book and the author. At this time, we need a quiet environment. Although the noisy environment can be read in, it is difficult to come out. Reading needs a quiet and warm atmosphere, an undisturbed "Xanadu". Do you ever remember that in the dead of night, on a rainy night, we sat in a chair, sipping a cup of fragrant tea, hugging each other with books, our thoughts wandering between words, and our emotions fluctuating between words? What a pleasant evening! Do you still remember the thought process of reading Confucius and Mencius' words, understanding Du Li's poems, appreciating Liu Yong's essays, appreciating metaphysical chapters, accumulating the wisdom of Sha Jian's Wenta, and realizing the pure beauty of literature and the true meaning of life in a lonely night? Reading is a psychological loneliness. "Quiet and far-reaching" is a great realm. Reading also needs a realm, that is psychological loneliness. The so-called psychological loneliness does not mean psychological loneliness, but a state that needs to be achieved when reading. Getting rid of distractions and purifying the spiritual space is a realm of reading needs. Whether browsing or intensive reading, there must be a state of psychological loneliness. Only in this way can we really chew the charm of words and really enter the ideological space constructed by the author. Reading is a kind of spiritual loneliness. At all times and in all countries, those who have achieved great things are all energetic and strong. Reading is a channel to acquire knowledge and a good way to accumulate and enrich life. Books are mankind's best spiritual friends and supreme friends. In the world, many things are mixed. When you get some of them, it also means losing some. The same is true of reading. When you are enjoying the pleasure of reading, you also lose the moment of making friends and pushing a cup for a change. However, as real scholars, they are not sorry for losing such an opportunity, but even more glad for losing such an opportunity, because they know that reading is a kind of spiritual loneliness, and without it, it is not real reading. Only comprehensive reading in the spiritual field is the real meaning of reading. Reading is an environmental, psychological and spiritual loneliness. This kind of loneliness is the loneliness of great wisdom. I like this loneliness! Reading is loneliness! But when I was lonely, I learned to read!

Second,

Reading? life

Reading literary works opens a window and reading life opens a door.

I don't know when reading came into my life. I only know that it has become an indispensable part of my life. Whenever the sun sets, I always like to wash my body and soul, turn on the desk lamp, and then turn a page on the balcony devoutly. Flowers bloom in front of the court, but the world under study is always wonderful.

I believe that writers write with their hearts and feelings, and they show us a living foreign land. Every time I read that "Yellow sand wears golden armor and never returns without breaking Loulan", a desert of sunset rises before Ran Ran's eyes; Every time I read "cherry is red, banana is green", I see a different mist. When I fell asleep reading Walden, I became the protagonist in the book; When reading How Steel was Tempered, I always cried with tears in my eyes ... Reading stopped time, connected space, and most importantly connected the eyes and hearts of the author and readers.

"Two sentences in three years, one song and two tears", such sincerity, let me have unlimited love, respect and respect for reading.

However, on this day, everything changed.

I saw a market, dirty streets, rude butchers and truant children. There are no flowery words, but the child with his palm facing upstream is deeply imprinted in my heart. This is Shen Congwen's "I read a big book while reading a small book". The tone is so plain and natural that it seems to lead me that way. Am I reading a book? No, I'm walking.

That year, I was awakened by my obsession with philosophy, psychology and the Bible. Abstraction left me, and I saw my barren thoughts. I remembered Haizi hiding in the instant noodle room. He said, "From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables." I think these years of reading are too easy and rich, just like looking at flowers through the window and clumsily imagining other people's dreams.

So, I began to make up my mind to keep a diary and write down ordinary details in my life. I walked into the muddy market and saw with my own eyes how the butcher spread the change on the pork, how the chicken vendor blew the chicken's ass, how the pedestrians spit in the mud and let the car pass by. That night, Cong Wen and I read books together. I feel like a child.

Yes, literature originates from life, and literary works teach us to understand life and return to a solid land. When my hand was walking upstream of the diary, I thought I really came to a door. Here, I read and write, which is the beginning of reading.

Three, have you along the way

From birth to toddler, there is only pure happiness in my world, and there is confusion ahead. Until I met you and studied, your rich spiritual world suddenly lit up in front of me, and you taught me what is ideal and what is pursuit. On my passionate ideal road, I have you all the way.

You taught me the passion to pursue my ideal. Reading Autobiography of Liu Xiang, I was shocked by the myth of "Asian speed" engraved on Mount Olympus by his burning passion on the blue Aegean Sea. On the green Lemmon Lake, he sat on the chronograph version of 12.88 seconds, and his screams made my blood boil. I was born to fly, how magnificent and heroic! These things are constantly injected into my heart through reading, and I deeply feel that the future is in my hands. I read jonathan livingston seagull, and I finally understood that "perfection is not 1 0,000 miles per hour or 1 0,000 miles per hour. All numbers are limited, but perfection is infinite." The passion in the book overflowed into my heart, and I clearly heard the call ahead, and I wanted to fly!

You taught me the courage to pursue my ideals. I read Biographies of Qu Yuan and Li Sao, and I read "I am full of kindness, and I have no regrets when I die". After reading Zhimo's poems, I read that a lame horse walked into the darkness just to find the romance of a star. Read The Grandson Family and The Analects of Confucius. What makes Zhimo cling to beauty, freedom and love in the midst of war? In that era when the ceremony collapsed and the music was broken, what made Confucius run around eager for "self-denial"? I finally understand that some things can't be measured by a utilitarian ruler. The pure romantic pursuit of the ideal of "knowing what to do is impossible" is great and sacred. Their lives are tortured by tragedy, but they are never sad! So, I began to "wander to greener grassland with a long Artemisia, load a boat of starlight and sing in the splendor of starlight" because you were there along the way.

You taught me the eternal hope of pursuing my ideal. After reading Scream and Wandering, Mr. Lu Xun told me that "hope is attached to existence, and where there is hope, there is hope; Hope is bright. " After reading The Myth of Sisyphus, Mr. Camus told me that if Sisyphus's every step is supported by hope, where is his tragedy? I finally realized that the road ahead is beyond our estimation, but at this moment I am firmly stepping on the earth, and this is hope! Just like Wang Guozhen shouted, "Since you have chosen a distant place, you only care about hardships"; Just as Han Dongjian believes that "the other side of the mountain is the sea", I also believe that I can create a wonderful life in the inevitability I can grasp.

I never stop, I never give up, "the future is beautiful, go!" " "You shouted at me on the side of the road. I am fearless, just because you are along the road.

Fourth, get truth, goodness and beauty in reading.

In the quiet afternoon, I poured a cup of tea, held a beloved book and read it carefully in the shadow of the sun. The fragrance of books and tea intoxicated my soul that afternoon. I seemed to wander in the sky and met the characters in the book. They were teaching me what is true, good and beautiful.

In the process of reading novels, I tried to find the real shadow. In the medicine, Hua Laoshuan holds a bloody steamed bun and a small suppository with a cold body in his arms. In the misty eyes, Lu Xun let out a roar: feudal society stifled human nature. If you want me to be true, go to the new society to find it! In Xiangzi on Camel, Xiangzi is still pulling his rickshaw in the scorching sun, but he is no longer that kind and simple Xiangzi, and his numbness and degeneration have killed his soul. Lao She told me: I really left long ago! I looked up and found that the truth was still there. He is on Bing Xin's little orange lamp, in Shen Congwen's border town, and in the bitter journey of autumn rain. People are still pursuing the realm of truth with their hearts. "Truth" shines in our hearts like a washed pearl.

In the process of reading fairy tales, I am struggling to find the shadow of kindness. In The Daughter of the Sea, the mermaid is willing to sacrifice herself for the prince's happiness and become a fragile bubble under the rising sun. After reading it, I shed tears, for this beautiful love and for the kindness of the mermaid. In The Little Prince, the little prince with soft blond hair walks across the boundless desert and says to me, "Please help me draw a sheep." Silver smile and sad expression always remind me not to refuse everyone who needs help. Your help will moisten a desperate heart like dew.

In the process of reading poetry, I am struggling to find the shadow of beauty. "The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the other side of the water, and the mist in the book of songs flows back to my dry eyes; "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen", and the sunset in "Catch the traffic jam" covered me with shallow sunshine, and I saw warm light; "Weicheng is a dusty and rainy city, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." The fresh earthy smell in "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" came to my face, which made me feel the loveliness of spring. Poetry gently knocked on my heart, took me to the long-lost nature, and I came into contact with another truth and another beauty.

Reading with a water-like mind, I finally felt the existence of beauty, goodness and truth. They poured down like nature, which made me gain another state of mind in the afternoon of reading, between the lingering fragrance.

I hope it helps you.