Books, what a simple and ordinary eye! However, it occupies a very high position in my mind. In the long river of my memory, there are always "book stories" rippling in my mind. I have an indissoluble bond with books. Every time I pick up a book with a book cover, I can't help but think of it. Remembering the past...
How important books are to me! If I decide that life ranks first, then books must be second only to life. I have cried and been sad for books. That may be my attachment to books. Whenever I see a book "retired", I feel extremely sad, it's like taking half of my flesh away. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh.
Not only that, I also "sold my life" for books? It's hard to believe it, but it's definitely not a lie, it's the truth from the bottom of my heart. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me and I liked it very much. But since I'm not knowledgeable enough, it seems very laborious - I always have to look it up in a dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a very shallow pond. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of admiring it. I still held the book in my hands and read it. But when I looked up the dictionary carefully, the cherished book was right next to me. Inadvertently, it "sneaked away" and fell into the pool with a "pop" sound. For a moment, I was like an animal that had lost its soul. I plunged my head into the pool, trying to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water. I touched the book, but the regrettable thing happened again. I Unfair swimming! My body is not very tall, so it is difficult for me to reach the ground. I hugged the book and struggled in the pool. Maybe it was God's will. Brother appeared at this moment and I was saved. However, when I returned home, I was beaten and scolded again. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book. The book was soaked to death. When I opened it, I saw the turbidity... I cried again. Maybe you'll laugh at my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it either.
Books, my lifelong dream is to own books all over the world. I even dream about it, but maybe this is an unattainable wish. However, I do not feel despair, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is books that cultivate my sentiments and accompany me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely happy. But a word of warning: those are all healthy, meaningful books!
My story with books
From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined for me." In the days to come. , I tried every possible means to get close to her, trying to understand her. After a short time, I gradually realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her. Maybe because I was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, maybe because I wanted to escape the suffocating x+y, I asked her out again and again, and walked into a strange and fresh world from her fragrant title page. Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own beauty like jade", not for utilitarianism, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in the heart, just for the joy in the heart. A "green space" for people. Her knowledge is so vast, her words are so philosophical; her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal the world. All the wounds... When I was in pain and confusion due to failure, she always said to me: "The real light is not that there is never a dark time, it is just that it is never covered by darkness; the real hero is not that there is never humility. Your sentiments are just not swayed by humble sentiments; when you want to defeat external enemies, you must first defeat your inner enemies. You don’t have to be afraid of sinking and falling, as long as you continue to extricate yourself and renew yourself.” When she was dancing for joy with success, she always said to me: "There is heaven, there are people outside, and there are even stronger ones among the strong. A truly strong person must not only withstand the test of failure, but also withstand the sugar-coated bullets after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness and enjoy the flowers and the moon, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." When I couldn't extricate myself due to "slight confusion", she always said to me: "A person's life. You will meet many people, some are shooting stars, some are stars. A shooting star is beautiful, but it is a shooting star after all. The meaning of a shooting star is that it is fleeting, and the beauty of a shooting star only comes from a moment.
After all, a shooting star is a shooting star. If you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for the star that belongs to you and cling to the beauty of this moment. The pain can only be for yourself. "When I was timid and hesitant to move forward, she would send me poems like this: "If I am confident that I will live two hundred years, I will be like the water hitting three thousand miles"; "There will be strong winds and waves, and I will hang my cloud sails and sail across the sea"; "I Smiling to the sky from the horizontal sword, leaving behind the liver and gallbladder"... Yes! This is her, no matter it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade of the tree, or the biting cold wind raging outside the window, as long as she is with her, she It will create a sense of coolness in the heat wave and provide warmth in the severe cold. This is the story of me and the book.
Looking back now, the first book I had a chance to meet has begun to become blurred and faded. Although there are countless books that have passed through my hands in the past few years, they are never as good as Shao Shi's "Three Hundred and Sixty Nights".
The previous chapter of "Books"
First grade - only two shabby, unknown books to accompany you;
Second grade - various small picture books and "Contemporary Primary School Students" and the like;
Third grade - I finished reading "The Furies", which I consider to be a novel, for the first time, and I was very interested in the heroine Baima. Ongmu was so worshiped;
Fourth grade - read several issues of "Story Club", a set of "900 Tang Poems", and "Journey to the West", "Journey to the East" and "Journey to the North" .
Fifth grade - 16 volumes of "Doraemon", 3 pieces of "Dragon Ball" and "The Rose of Versailles" as well as "Jane Eyre" and "Muslim Funeral"
During the summer vacation of fifth grade - I re-read the books I had read in the past. I read many issues of "Talking about the Past and the Present", "The Biography of Ten Generals", "Liu Gongan" and "Bai Yutang" from my father's bookshelf. This summer, I read a lot of books, because I read very fast. Also, I have a strong interest in reading. As long as I have a book, I will read it in one day.
Part 2 of “The Book” and I
I have gone to junior high school, and I have heard many horrific incidents from my sister before (note: it is about going to junior high school) and I have prepared to say goodbye to the book forever. But after I went to junior high school, I felt very ordinary. Except for the evening self-study, it was no different from elementary school, and the evening self-study was also self-study. I had a lot of time to borrow things from the teacher and the school library, which was greatly enriched. The space of my brain. Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea", Lu Yao's "The Ordinary World", Maupassant's "One Day", Zola's "Little Hotel", and a complete set of "Self-Drawing Youth", each book I felt my ignorance, and this and "ignorance" made me drown in the sea of ??books and never think about it.
The next chapter of "Books" and Me
I am in the third grade of junior high school. Although my homework is very tight, I also seize the time to read, exchange books with my classmates, and buy my own books. Borrow it from "Sister's Bookstore"
Finally, it's a good idea to be in a good mood during the holiday and go to the library to pick out some favorite books!
My story with books
Shakespeare once said: "Books are nourishment for mankind." I think this metaphor is particularly relevant to my own growth process.
From the comic strips in my childhood to the current magazines such as "Middle School Students Reading and Writing" and "Book Excerpts" that combine knowledge and interest, I have absorbed a lot of nutrients.
When I first learned about writing, I couldn’t help but be attracted by the rich imagination while looking at those comic strips. Over time, I also became a visionary. Sometimes I can't help but stare in the mirror in a daze, sketching what I looked like when I grew up and what kind of work I will do in the future.
When I started to write my essay, I turned my attention to literary works. From "Little Red Riding Hood" to "A Dream of Red Mansions" over and over again, I tried to combine my imagination with the beautiful words and sentences in these works to describe my own composition world. As a result, in my writings there are cute girls like Little Red Riding Hood, delicate and lovely people like Lin Daiyu, quirky elves, and omnipotent alien visitors. Therefore, teachers often read my compositions as model essays, especially those good sentences that are very detailed. As everyone knows, that is the result of my careful reference.
As I get older, I become more and more interested in writing.
Especially when my article was put into print for the first time, I was even more ecstatic, and I sincerely thanked the composition forum that gave me confidence and encouragement - "Middle School Students Reading and Writing". Through it, I learned a lot of writing skills, and better learned how to choose words and make sentences; through it, I also understood that it is not enough to just learn from other people’s writings. If you want to have more connotations, you need to look further. Some. So I began to read some books that were informative, interesting, and current affairs, such as "Book Excerpts", "Youth Expo", "The Golden Age", "Friends", etc. Through them, I learned more about the world and politics. More importantly, they made me understand the skills I should have if I want to be the master of the next century. So, under their guidance, I had my own struggle and my own independent opinions.
The book has accompanied me for 14 years. It is like a jumping musical note and a colorful picture page. It is the longevity fruit of human civilization. It led me, who was ignorant, into the door of knowledge, and accompanied me from beginning to end to climb the peak of knowledge. It allowed me to see all areas of society and purified my mind. It gave me the wings of imagination and a goal to strive for. The story between me and it will never come to an end, it will only become richer and richer as I grow up...
Enough for you to choose