The pleasure of reading
Lonely childhood, there is no imaginary blue sky, white clouds and blue sea, no dreamy green grass, pebbles and small fish. But those exquisite extracurricular books make my life better.
I remember the first story my father told you:? Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and I listened with relish. I listened to it several times and found it boring. Let dad tell a story, but dad mysteriously went to the elegant bookcase and said, read. Are there endless stories in the book? . This is the motivation of my initial study.
With curiosity, I opened a beautiful fairy tale. At first, I saw the lovely Snow White and the dwarf, the beautiful mermaid and the seventh princess, and the funny clown. Looking at the exquisite illustrations, colorful, my naive childlike innocence was completely conquered by children's books. The world is so strange and wonderful that I smell bread like a hungry man. This is a beautiful world, where there is room for daydreaming, a castle of fairy tales, and the color of the rainbow is fixed in the breath of dreams.
With the pursuit, I opened an interesting novel, Cpaing and Lu Xixi. I was completely attracted by the twists and turns of the magical plot. I followed their words and deeds, worried about my master and imagined what the result would be. Because I was anxious to know the ending, I read it quickly and swallowed it. My favorite is naughty Ma Xiaotiao. I pay attention to funny. It always brings me happiness. Naughty polo jump, beautiful, stupid angel, clever Rummanman, bookish Ding? I like all the first roles! The characters written by Aunt Yang are so vivid! Each character has its own characteristics, and it is beautifully portrayed! This is a lovely world, where there are invisible wings and magic pens, so I started a journey of dreaming.
With ideals, I opened the dusty books, and then what? The whole world is muddy. I'm alone. The whole world is drunk. I wake up alone? Qu Yuan bravely throws himself into the river, and then what? Live as a hero and die as a ghost? The scene of Xiang Yu's suicide in Wujiang River is the source of our wisdom and courage. The first novel I read was Longxugou by the famous writer Lao She. I've almost forgotten the story, except that Longxugou is a poor place. What's the last sentence? Long live China Productivity Party! ? Not only did I cry, but I was also moved! There is also Camel Xiangzi, which I especially appreciate. Lao She wrote the image, language and movements of Xiangzi, the driver, extremely well, and described Xiangzi's legend incisively and vividly. My favorite works are Wuthering Heights, The Captain's Daughter, The Secret of the Treasure Gourd and so on. This is a mysterious world, with classical charm and endless flat land. I'm here to release my enthusiasm!
A wonderful extra-curricular book, let me read the taste different from the classroom, beautiful world, lovely world, mysterious world, all belong to the national boundaries of my study! The motivation of my life, the passion of my life, comes from the pleasure of reading.
I like reading books.
Books? It is what we all need, just like eating and sleeping. However, some people hate reading and think reading is boring, while I think reading can bring me fun. The book seems to be a smart man, who knows a lot of knowledge and has a lot of experience. She can learn all kinds of knowledge from her talk, which is a famous saying of the writer Goethe. Reading a good book is talking to a noble person. ? Books can not only bring us useful knowledge, but also become our useful guide in all aspects. If I encounter problems in my study, I can consult reference books. If I encounter difficulties in my life, I can ask books about my life for help ... reading can also exchange feelings between the author and the reader. When the author writes a book, he will integrate his feelings into the article. When the reader reads his book, he can feel the author's joys and sorrows. I remember once, after I went home for dinner at noon, I picked up a book and read it with relish. I cried and laughed, frowning and talking to myself sullenly. I didn't even hear my mother call me. After a while, my mother came and took my book and said, what's wrong with you? You cry for a while, laugh for a while and talk to yourself. Do you have a fever? Do you want to go to the hospital? I don't understand:? Mom, what are you talking about? Give me back the book quickly, I haven't finished reading it yet! Come on, we're going to school later. ? Mother said discontentedly:? You look like a nerd. ? Throw me the book and turn around. I picked up the book and continued to look at it as if it had never happened. After a while, my father came out and threw my book away as soon as he came. I looked up and asked: Why are you doing this? Dad's face turned black at once, and the veins stood out on his forehead, saying, what's the use of reading these books if you don't study hard! Now go to school and stop watching. ? I held back my tears, picked up the book and went into the room to secretly cry. After this lesson, I dare not read extracurricular books in front of my father. Even if my father scolded me this time, it can't stop my love of reading. Study? Is it never too old to learn? Diligence? Is to study tirelessly. Now, we students do a lot of exercises and recite many definitions, articles and English words every day. It's not always easy for people to go to work. They must recharge their batteries after work. From time to time, they have to listen to the speeches of successful people and learn what they lack, so as to build themselves and be invincible. Sacrificing hard-won weekends, even the long-awaited Golden Week, is also common! So before storm warning, make your little sand brighter, and it is better to turn it into glittering gold. Then life will be brighter and this wonderful life will not be wasted! Learning is not an easy thing, but it is undeniable that it is a happy thing and a golden key to success. Because I will always remember: there is a road in the mountain of books, and there is no limit to learning the sea. !
Reading experience
Reading is the happiest thing in life, because books can bring you joy, emotion, even sadness and even anger? Books are like colorful dreams, and like a boat carrying only hopes and dreams, sailing on the waves of memory?
On the night of the cool breeze and bright moon, a roll is in hand, the pages are rustling, the book is lingering, and it begins to read and ends. For me, reading is not only to broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge, but also a spiritual comfort and enjoyment. Reading a good book is like seeing a famous painting and hearing a famous song, which makes me both happy and trembling. I remember seeing Huo Da's The Muslim Funeral. I was sad for several days. My mood fluctuates with the characters in the novel, and I can't help crying when I read the depths of Taoism. I can't tell which is the novel world and which is the real world. I feel like I've died several times and I've been born several times. It hurts and is thick. When I read Chen's novella Mr. Blue Robe, this feeling was verified again. I sit on the bed in the dormitory. When I watched it later? Mr. blue robe? When their classmates held a fraternity, a group of old people looked back on their lives and lamented their fate. I couldn't help crying. Scared the whole dormitory people ran out.
Reading is actually reading life. Many lives. Books always bring together some unique souls. Being good at reading is actually reading yourself deeply by reading. A few days ago, I bought a collection of Ji Xianlin's essays, The World is Unhappy. After reading it, I had an epiphany. Ji Lao is a great scholar who has learned both Chinese and western, and has experienced many ups and downs in his life. Reading his articles, like tinkling spring water, is as deep as grandpa's, without any arrogance, vanity and affectation. I am full of awe for an old scholar like Ji Lao. Great works make us short, while small works make us tall. Different reading brings different levels.
Bernard Shaw said. The more good books you read, the more ignorant you are. ? I have a deep understanding of this statement. Once before, I read a few books, published several articles and brazenly threatened to be a writer. It seems that the writer's laurel is easy to pick as long as he reaches out. But with the change of reading realm and ideological understanding, I feel more and more ignorant and shallow. Not to mention the writer's imagination and fictional ability, sympathy and meticulous observation. A huge set of literary theories alone is enough for people. I began to blush for my arrogance. I dare not tell anyone that I want to be a writer again. At least not yet.
Reading is looking for a mirror for the soul. We should carefully grasp the ideological connotation and spiritual essence of books and use them to illuminate the soul and soul. Pay equal attention to learning and thinking when reading. The fundamental mission of reading is to teach people to think. We should be good at extracting meaningful things from it.
Happy reading
People often say that books are the ladder of human progress. ? This sentence is indeed true. There are many great men in ancient and modern China and abroad, all of whom are well-read and ambitious. For example, when Chairman Mao was young, he worked in the library of Peking University and read a lot of books. Premier Zhou knew this from an early age? Studying for the rise of China? .
Reading is the golden key to knowledge and wisdom.
The book and I were inseparable and formed an indissoluble bond. I learned about China's long and splendid history and culture from China for five thousand years. After reading the water margin, I admire Liangshan heroes for helping the poor and robbing the rich. After reading the romance of the Three Kingdoms, I want to have the wisdom of Zhuge Liang and the martial arts of Zhao Yun. When watching The Adventures of Little Tiger, applaud their wit and courage. After reading a dream of red mansions, I burst into tears for the love tragedy of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu?
Books are too important to me. If a good book is grass, then I am a rabbit; If a good book is rice, then I am a mouse; If a good book is bread, then I am a hungry person? I have read many books, and books have also brought me infinite happiness and rich spiritual wealth. Once, the teacher asked us to write an article? I love my country? Composition. As it happens, not long ago, I read a very good article, so I put? Essence? I memorized it, and now it comes in handy, just put it in my head? Treasure? Dig it all out. When writing, the pen is like a god, magnificently and in one go. The next day, the teacher read my composition as a model essay in class, and I was elated.
What is fresh in my memory is what the teacher asked us to write last semester? Taiwan Province province in my mind? Yes, I think: I have a good chance to show my skills again. And the result? Good things are more grinding? I won the prize in this activity by using the rich vocabulary I learned from books and the correct writing method? Second prize in Yichang competition? . This composition is written on my QQ space. When my sister, uncle and aunt came back during the Spring Festival, they were full of praise after reading my composition. I don't want to mention how happy I am.
I was praised by my teachers and classmates and appreciated by my relatives and friends because of books. Books bring me infinite happiness, happiness and rich and precious spiritual wealth. I must make full use of my spare time in my future study and life. OK, Wan Li Road, thousands of books? . Break the boundaries between time and space, talk to the ancients, great men, poets and philosophers, and arm your mind with knowledge and wisdom.
The pleasure of reading
Gentle sunshine sprinkled on the chair, and a cup of fragrant tea rose like a misty mist. Behind the mist, there is faint ink handwriting, which seems to tell a story that belongs to books, pure as water, ethereal as wind, warm as a dream?
? The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house? The world in the book is rich and colorful. I can taste the joys and sorrows of life between the lines, enjoy the pleasure of quiet meditation, and see its true soul through one story after another.
Li Qingzhao, fresh, full of charm and a touch of sadness, don't die, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers? It makes people feel sorry for her involuntarily. Li Bai, unrestrained? Five flower horses, golden jubilee, give it to that boy for good wine, and I'll share the eternal sorrow? He grieved and rejoiced through the ages, and wrote a good poem with his romantic feelings. Lin Daiyu, who is like a poem, a song, a dream, a fantasy, a beautiful and sad woman? Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? She leads such a life, just like a broken petal and a broken ghost?
I share joys and sorrows with the characters in the book, so that my soul can be purified and sublimated in the lingering in the book?
Never back down, a tenacious and brave Paul who loves life, told me that when life requires you to bear pain, there is no choice but to be strong. Robinson, who is persistent, self-reliant and self-reliant, told me that it is most important to keep a cool head and persistent beliefs when encountering difficulties. Selfless Charlotte taught me to help others without asking for anything in return, learn to cherish friendship and learn to be grateful.
? Unjust, rich, like a cloud to me? This is Confucius, who is open-minded, studious, happy in poverty and tireless in teaching others. Teaching me righteousness is the highest value in life. A threesome requires a teacher. Let me learn to absorb the advantages of others; ? Mom! The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. ? This is grandma Bing Xin, warm and gentle, beautiful and elegant, meaningful and elegant, praising the noble and selfless maternal love; ? The burden of time trapped me and overwhelmed me. I am so much like you: unruly, eager for quick success and quick success, arrogant. ? This is Shelley's praise for the west wind in ode to the west wind. He used these words to spur himself. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? His poem is his life, and his life is a good poem!
The water mist dispersed and melted in the air. Slightly bookish, still there; The majestic and melodious words are still there; The unknown soul behind the words is still there; Reader, are you still there?