The fashionable appearance of the times is in the deepest part of our hearts. Perhaps we are still clinging to the elegance of adding fragrance to tea, the humor of cooking wine in childhood, and the tranquility of reading on rainy nights.

I remember, when I was a child, it was fun. Because of this trouble, I was beaten by my father. At that time, I didn't know how to cherish books, only how to play. I tore off a few pages of my father's beloved water margin and folded it into the most popular paper plane when I was a child to play with my companions. After being beaten, I still don't understand why my father beat my beloved me for these pages, but from then on, I never dare to be so cruel to books. I gradually learned.

I went to primary school. Reading let me know: Grandma Bing Xin's ardent expectations of us, Lenin's understanding of what an honest child is, and the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain let us admire heroes. With my growth, I read more and more books. The original picture book, robot cat and story meeting can't satisfy my thirst for knowledge.