I read books, and I am happy books, which are a bright light that will always light up the front for you on the road of knowledge. -Inscription I like reading. I like to indulge in the wonderful book world, the joys and sorrows of the characters in the book, and my mood changes with the exciting plot in the book. How wonderful all this is! The whole person is completely immersed in the book, and he feels as if he has become the protagonist in the book. I am like a happy bee, collecting pollen of knowledge on the flowers of books. Therefore, I have made many friends: Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, Lao She and other predecessors. I am lucky to be able to wander in their articles! I remember one time, my mother bought a copy of Prose of the Four Seasons, and I ran forward and "snatched it" from my mother, holding it in my hand as if it were a treasure, for fear of breaking it. Opened the beautiful book cover, and the contents read sound of spring, Voice of Summer, Voice of Autumn and Voice of Winter. I was so excited that I read the catalogue carefully. I decided to read a text that my mother recited as a child-"Spring" Zhu Ziqing. "Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is near. Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing. Grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft. " I seem to feel the vitality that spring has given us! That cute little grass brother is really naughty. "Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, if you don't let me or I won't let you, are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears when you close your eyes. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, and blinking. " What a beautiful description! I can't help but marvel at Mr. Zhu Ziqing's extraordinary writing style. In his works, the tree is no longer a tree, but a spirit of spring. Flowers, no longer flowers, turned into the eyes of spring. I seem to smell a refreshing fragrance: I seem to see heavy fruits hanging all over the branches; I was like, "If only I could write such an article!" I smiled. In the process of reading, I gained not only knowledge, but also happiness. Because you can feel the author's voice at zero distance. Read well, read well, read well. It's really like this! Book, you take me to the ocean of knowledge; Book, you take me to soar in the blue sky of wisdom; Book, you take me over the difficult mountain; Book, you take me to play in happiness. Read more green leaves in this warm breeze! I read, I am happy! Let's advocate that everyone study together and strive for a good teenager who studies! Let's grow up happily in the sunshine of books! I read, I am happy! Please adopt me! 2. 2 words of primary school composition into the reading room

into the reading room

The new semester has begun, and I can learn new knowledge every day at school, and I can also have classes and play games with my classmates. What makes us most happy is that Mr Jiao took us to the reading room in the fourth class last Wednesday morning.

Maybe we haven't been to the reading room for a long time, but we still can't help being excited and happy. We walked into the reading room in a neat line.

The first book I read was Runaway Bunny. I read this book last semester, which was lent to me by my good friend Chen chen. Unexpectedly, I was lucky to meet it when I first walked into the reading room in the new semester. I took the "old friend" in my hand and read it carefully: Bunny is still the bunny who has been thinking about how to run away from home, and her mother is still the mother who has been with Bunny and finally dissuaded, protected and moved Bunny with great maternal love. When I read the back, I thought of my mother, who washed my clothes and cooked for me every day, sent me to and from school, accompanied me to do my homework, read books and review my lessons. But I often lose my temper with my mother. Sometimes I say this is not good, sometimes I say that is not good, and sometimes I think my mother is annoying. I am like a runaway rabbit, I don't understand my mother, and I think my mother cares too much. But in the end, when I saw the rabbit lying in my mother's arms and eating carrots comfortably, I also wanted to give my loving mother a big hug when I came home from school at noon.

Then I read The Tree of Love, which tells that a big tree likes a boy, but when he grows up, the boy only knows to ask for something from the big tree that likes him, and the big tree will promise him whatever the boy asks. Finally, in order to meet the various requirements put forward by the boy, it changed from a towering tree to a stump.

Time always flies. I hope to read more wonderful books in the reading room next time. I love reading

[I love reading] I love reading. I love reading. If someone asks me what I want to do when I am terminally ill, I will not hesitate to say, "Reading!" Yes, I love reading. I love reading in primary school composition. I love reading since I was a child. When I was young, I liked fairy tales and the romantic love in them. I like the rose essence with a sense of justice in fairy tales; Like the beautiful and kind snow white in fairy tales; Like the tall and handsome prince charming in fairy tales; I prefer the pink fantasy of fairy tales ... Yes, I love books very much. On the first day of primary school, my mother gave me a thick composition book. I was afraid to take it. My mother looked at me with expectant eyes, so I had to timidly take over the thick composition book. From then on, I realized that I had grown up and could no longer indulge in the dream world in fairy tales. I'm going to start reading the composition and encyclopedia books with dense words. When I opened the thick composition book my mother gave me, I was quickly attracted by the contents. There were fairy tales in it, but I was a little childlike. The lyrical articles, scenery descriptions, writers and notes in it ... all attracted me deeply. The lyrical articles were touching. Scenery articles make people immersive; Writing a personal article makes people feel as if that person is beside them; But the sad stories make people feel sad, and the happy ones make people feel happy ... Whenever someone asks me why I love reading so much, I will say, "Books are good for people, and my life has been dissolved with books, and I can't be separated anymore! Yes, I love books very much. In my memory, once, my mother and I went to the zoo to see animals. On the way, I saw a bookstore full of people. I suddenly forgot about going to the zoo with my mother, squeezed into the bookstore, pulled out a book, and sat on the ground of the bookstore and read the book with ecstasy. After a long time, my hair was pulled, and I jumped up in pain. Looking back, I looked back. I said to my mother, "why are you pulling my hair?" I haven't seen enough! " "Haven't seen enough? Didn't we agree to go to the zoo to see animals? Why are you sitting here reading? I thought I was walking too fast and you couldn't keep up! So you are reading here! Really scared me to death! " Mother pursed her mouth and said, "well, don't look, let's go to the zoo!" " Then I pulled up and left. "Wait a minute, I want to buy this book!" When I arrived at the zoo, I thought it was boring. I was addicted to books again. I ran quietly to the zoo door behind my mother's back, sat on the threshold and read books again! It was my mother who pulled out my hair again, and I woke up from the sea of books! "Look at you and read a book. What a pity that you didn't see the acrobatics inside!" My mother is nagging again ... Yes, I love reading very much. Books are just blooming flowers with sweet nectar of knowledge. Books are a good tour guide and lead us into the world of knowledge. Primary school students write "I love reading". Books are a small boat that carries us into the bay of knowledge. I love books. 2. I love reading and draw knowledge and strength from books. I am constantly learning all kinds of knowledge in order to gain a better foothold in the society in the future. I think reading is just like a scientist reading contemporary literary works and a poet reading the records of an archaeologist. Reading is because I like it, and reading is out of interest. There is a good saying: "Reading can't change the length of life, but it can change the width of life." It is this interest that makes my life colorful. Reading has become mine. My favorite thing to do in primary school is to read all kinds of "casual books", from children's magazines subscribed by my parents to some literary classics. Even after I went to middle school, I still love reading, so I should have a little rest in my busy time. Picking up a favorite book is like opening a window and enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window. This scenery is either rough and unrestrained or delicate and euphemistic. I completely forgot the troubles and unhappiness in my study, as if wandering between mountains and rivers, breathing fresh air, waving my wings of thought and feeling the beauty of life. Books are an indispensable good friend in my life, and I got great pleasure from roaming in the sea of books, which broadened my knowledge a lot. In my life, books also helped me a lot. I remember doing it at home one Sunday. My neighbor's child came to my house to play. I didn't finish my homework, so I let him play by himself. After playing for a while, he even picked up my ink bottle. He was so small that it would be terrible if he knocked over the bottle. I quickly waved my hand again and again: "Don't play with ink ..." Before the words were finished, my little hand had knocked over the ink bottle on the corner of the table, and all the ink spilled on the child's light-colored shirt. He exclaimed. Trouble! I rushed to the faucet to wash it, but I tried my best, and the ink stains couldn't be rubbed off. Just when I was so anxious that I didn't have an idea, my eyes accidentally fell on the book Knowledge Magazine on the table. I patted my forehead and just read it! As mentioned above, if the clothes are stained with ink stains, you can rub them with rice grains, soak them in soapy water, and then wash them off with clean Shui Piao. Why don't I practice it? So, I grabbed a shirt stained with ink, ran to the kitchen, took a spoonful of rice, poured it on the stain, and rubbed it hard. After a while, the ink was really light, and then rubbed it hard for a while, and the ink was only as light as a copper trace. After washing it with soapy water and clear water and wringing it dry, I gave it to my neighbor and child and said, "When you go back and dry it, you can hardly see the mark, so you can wear it." I proudly said, "The book told me!" Reading makes me increase my knowledge. It is because of books that I know Zhuge Liang, the bold and brave Wu Song ... It is because of books that I find that there are so many stories and so many people in the world. I like the contents of books, which are humorous, sad and sad ... I love reading. Reading makes my life full and calm, leisurely and comfortable, quiet and rich. 4. The composition about reading in the fifth grade of primary school < P > What impressed me most was my mother's concern. Mother's concern, like the rainbow in the sky after the rain, is gorgeous and colorful; Mother's concern, like the summer breeze, brings you coolness; Mother's concern, like the dense ivy vine crawling all over the wall, is constantly cutting and confusing ... Yes, it is with this concern that many touching histories in life are deduced, and it is with this concern that countless touching stories emerge in life.

when I was young, I was as thin as a vine, and my skin was better than the burnt wax. Neighbors often make fun of me and say that I can feed it to ants in a few days. My mother's heart is worried about my body all the time. She took me and lingered at the door of the hospital again and again. Although the results of each examination were all normal and nothing was wrong, my mother still couldn't help worrying ...

The wind and frost of the years made her tall figure thinner and her confident face older ... Unconsciously, I was 13 years old and my body grew stronger day by day. I remember a summer camp organized by the school. My mother refused to let me go at first. At my insistence, my mother had no choice but to agree. Because this is my first time traveling alone, my mother is naturally uneasy. Before leaving, she urged me, "Be careful when going out to play, follow the teacher closely, don't be picky when eating, and cover the quilt when sleeping ..." A series of nagging and wordiness began to make me impatient, and I even felt a little annoyed. It had long been agreed that she would not go to the station to see me off, but at the moment when the bus started slowly, I clearly saw a vague and familiar figure in a corner of the station, with a pair of concerned eyes staring at me. Suddenly, my eyes were blinded by tears. I looked at my mother and didn't move until her figure disappeared in my eyes. Travel days, the in the mind a little more inexplicable emptiness, just feel mother's care is so rare, she became my only sustenance, also turned into my son's thoughts and care for his mother ... Mother in the moonlight, are you ok?

I gradually understand that the mother wants to take off the stars and hold the moon for her son with her rough hands, but she can't; Mother wants to bring joy and warmth to her son with her hardworking hands, but it is possible; Isn't my mother doing what she can for her son silently with her warm hands?

it's raining quietly; The night is dark and long. I walked in the cold street and let the cold raindrops hit me. The students shared the joy after the exam with laughter, but my heart has already become cold and lifeless like this cold rain. A failed exam, a terrible exam, how can I tell my parents when I go home? In a trance, I went downstairs, and there was a man standing at the stairs. The dim light reflected the familiar face and the kind smile. "Look at you, your clothes are soaked. What should I do if I catch a cold? Such a big child can't take care of himself! " Mother lovingly took the schoolbag in my hand. Holding me upstairs, "by the way, how did you do in this exam?" "I ... I ... I'm sorry for you ..." My voice choked. My mother paused, pulled me to sit down, and then picked up the paper to help me analyze the causes of the mistakes. It turned out that it was all caused by carelessness. Mother sighed and said, "son, you must get rid of your carelessness and learn this lesson!" " My mother's eyes are opposite, and I can feel more expectation and encouragement in her eyes. I cried when I looked at the staff carved on my mother's forehead by ruthless years. I really cried when I looked at my mother's face that had gone through vicissitudes of life, but the tears became sweet because of my mother's concern ... < P > Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family will.