Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone has dealt with composition. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here is my story-narrative essay of 500 words that I have collected and compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 1

Books are our silent teachers. When we encounter difficulties in learning, we can "ask for advice" from them at any time. It is a book that broadens my horizons; it is a book that enlightens my wisdom; it is a book that brings me endless fun; it is a book that gives me ideal wings to fly to a better tomorrow

< p>I am a person who loves to read books. I pick up books and read them whenever I have time. I remember one time, I saw my classmate reading a copy of "Snow White" at school. I borrowed it from her and became fascinated after reading it. So, I borrowed this book from her and went home to read it. She agreed, but told me to return it to her the next day. When I got home from school, I hurriedly opened the book and took a look, wow! How exciting! Like a hungry wolf, I read one page, then two pages, greedily. It's a pity that old man time moves too fast. Before I know it, it's dinner time. After dinner, my mother asked me to finish my homework first and then read the book. Because I was anxious to read, I wrote my homework carelessly. When my mother checked, it was terrible! Unsurprisingly, my mother asked me to rewrite it! I had to write it again. This time I didn’t dare to be careless. I finally finished my homework, and when I wanted to pick up the book, it was already time to go to bed. At my mother's urging, I reluctantly put down the book and went to bed, but how could I sleep? The scenes in the book kept popping up in my mind, and I thought: What happened to Snow White? I couldn't help but get out of bed. Because I was afraid of being discovered by my mother, I took a flashlight, picked up the book, and sat under the quilt. Watched it with relish. It wasn't until after one o'clock in the morning that I finally finished reading the book. I felt that my eyes were so sore! Only then did I put down the book and fell asleep contentedly. In class the next day, not only was I lack of energy, I accidentally dozed off in class and was criticized by the teacher.

Although some people may think I am stupid for doing this. But I am really obsessed with books, because with books, my life becomes so colorful! The story between me and the book will never come to an end, it will only become richer and richer as I grow up. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 2

As the saying goes: Happiness is like a cat eating fish, a dog eating meat, or Ultraman fighting little monsters.

Today, the results of our Chinese language unit test came out. The red 90 points in the score column jumped into my eyes and "brightened" my eyes! Oh yeah, I cheered in my heart: "God bless, I can keep my A-level!" I jumped three feet high, like a happy little rabbit. You know, there are very few people in our class who can score 90 points this time. Happiness comes just in time!

However, when the teacher was reviewing the test paper, tragedy happened. When the teacher was giving comments, I found that my answer was different from the teacher's answer. Alas, the teacher must have made a mistake. It's over, and my "A" is gone. Does happiness go as quickly as it comes?

Looking at Honghong’s score and the teacher’s answer, I was extremely conflicted. I quickly covered the test paper, for fear that my deskmate would find out that the answer was wrong and not approve it. If the teacher finds out, not only will my score be lost, but my "honesty score" will also be discounted. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead... get out of class was finally over, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But I failed to do well in the next few classes and suffered from pain.

After school, I decided to go to Teacher Li to correct my scores. I walked into the office and said hesitantly to Teacher Li: "Li...Teacher Li, you made a mistake on one of the questions. "Teacher Li took my test paper, looked at it, corrected the question, then touched my head kindly and said, "I won't change the score for you. This point will be regarded as your honesty point." You."

Wow! I was elated after hearing this, and happiness came so suddenly! Because, I got something more precious than scores---integrity.

Although it was not long ago, I still feel the preciousness of integrity, and it has accompanied my happy growth. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 words 3

My name is Chu Jie and I like reading very much. I love Yang Hongying’s books the most, especially her “Laughing Cat Diary” series.

I remember one time, my mother wanted to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, so I followed her. After my mother finished shopping for groceries, I took her hand and went straight to the bookstore. At this time, my mother seemed to see what I was thinking, and silently followed me to the door of the bookstore. At this time, I asked my mother hopefully: "Can I buy a book?" My mother said, "Okay!" I happily ran into the bookstore and carefully selected, and finally decided to buy two copies of "The Laughing Cat Diary". But my mother didn’t agree and only agreed that I should buy one copy. Only after my hard begging did I agree to buy two copies. On the way home, I jumped and danced, I was so happy!

As soon as I got home, I got into the study and concentrated on reading. In the blink of an eye, it's lunch time. My mother shouted in the kitchen: "Big Greedy Cat, little Greedy Cat is down for lunch!" At this time, my six senses seemed to be shut down, and I could neither smell the fragrance nor hear my mother's shouts. My mother screamed for a long time before I heard her. But I still had more to say: "Wait for five more minutes!" In the blink of an eye, about ten minutes passed. My mother was already furious: "Why don't you come down yet?" "Right away!" I replied in confusion. In the blink of an eye, five minutes passed. Seeing that I still didn't come down to eat, my mother couldn't bear it and launched the "Lion's Roar Kung Fu": "If you don't come down, I will silently accept all your books!" I was shocked. , silently thinking in his heart: It's over, mom is serious about it, but she can't accept my sweetheart silently! "One, two..." Before my mother could call "three", I quickly closed my favorite book and went to eat.

This is the story of my love for reading... My Story - Narrative Essay 500 words 4

Shakespeare once said: "Books are the nutrition of the world." Gorky once said : "Books are the ladder of human progress." Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, also said: "If you read thousands of volumes, you will write like a god." Yes! It can be seen how important books are in our lives.

I read many books when I was a child. "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and "Andersen's Fairy Tales" made me think a lot, and "Aesop's Fables" made me understand many principles of life...

One day during the summer vacation, I was reading an interesting book at home - "Pinocchio". My father and mother were going to work. Before leaving, my mother looked at the floor, windows, and ceiling at home. They were very dirty. So, my mother said to me, "Rongrong, my mother and father are going to work. The house is very dirty." It’s dirty, please help clean it up!” After saying that, my mother went to work. At that time, I was watching the most exciting part of "Pinocchio". I was so fascinated that I didn't hear a word of what my mother said.

I just focused on reading. I was like a hungry wolf, greedily reading the stories in the book. I forgot about time and myself.

Time passed quickly, and it was five o'clock all of a sudden. Dad and mom came back. Mom saw that the floor, windows, and ceiling were still as dirty as when they left. My mother usually teaches me to be trustworthy, but this time I didn't do it. My mother must be furious. Sure enough, my mother said: "Rongrong, it is good to study, but you must also keep your word. If you don't keep your word, it will be useless no matter how many books you read." ...." After the training, our family began to work one after another. Dad wiped the windows with a rag, and my mother swept the cobwebs on the ceiling with a broom. I picked up a big mop and wiped the floor... Half an hour later , the room became its original new look again.

This time, I understand: if you don’t keep your word, it will be useless no matter how many books you read, because credit is more important than books. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 5

When I was studying, I knew the answers to many questions and understood many truths. For example: I learned from "One Hundred Thousand Whys" why the moon is round sometimes and crooked sometimes. Why? Because wherever the sun shines, it becomes round. Also, I learned from "The Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains" that you have to be determined and work hard to achieve success.

Everyone says that books are the ocean of knowledge, and indeed they are. Reading has enabled me to learn a lot of knowledge and know a lot of information. Let’s take the Chinese book as an example. I learned that some plants grow very fast, while others grow very slowly; some grow very tall, and some grow very short. I learned from the moral book that modern communication technology is very advanced, but the environment is very bad.

Now, books are my good partners. I think as long as I study more, I can do great things.

My books have filled my bookcase, but I think this is definitely not enough, because there are so many books in the world! I couldn’t finish reading it. Therefore, I always pick up the most useful and best books to read.

Moreover, I found that the knowledge we learn actually comes from books. Learning knowledge is inseparable from books. Therefore, in fact, we are reading every day, and we read every kind of book. If you think about it carefully, books are actually something you can't live without. No matter what you like, books can help you. If you don’t believe me, think about it for yourself.

Later, I gradually discovered that life actually needs books, and books need to guide us and serve us.

Books are magical, we need books all the time. Therefore, we must study diligently, study hard, and create a better future!

Reading will make our country prosperous! My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 6

To others, books are a mentor and a rare good partner in life; but to me, books are my natural enemy. Reading is torture for me.

I have been troubled for a long time as to why I don’t like reading. Finally, I came to a conclusion: because the content in some books does not have too much fantasy, it cannot attract my attention for a long time like a black hole. But it was clear that Harry Potter was very successful in keeping me interested.

There are many little bookworms in our class. Every time after class, almost everyone in the class will quietly and carefully take out a book from their schoolbag. A strong scholarly atmosphere spread throughout the classroom, and I, a fun-loving person, seemed extremely abrupt. Over time, this precious atmosphere began to impress me.

I returned home and looked at the cabinet full of books, which aroused my fighting spirit to read these books. I casually picked up a copy of "Straw Hat" written by Cao Wenxuan, and after flipping through a few pages, I lost interest. This is about a boy named Sang Sang who spent his entire elementary school career in Yau Ma Tei. Now that I lost interest, I ran outside to play again.

More than a week later, there was a thin layer of dust on the bookcase. I was extremely bored that day and had no time to do. Quickly, he picked out a book of "Harry Potter" from the bookcase and flipped through it. From the beginning, it was just to relieve my boredom. Gradually, I was attracted by the fantasy and colorful magic world of the story and couldn't extricate myself. The interesting Sorting Hat, wonderful and charming novels in the book... all amazed me and I had to admire the author's whimsical ideas.

Since then, "The Chronicles of Narnia" and "Sherlock Holmes" have become my favorites one after another.

But with "Thatched House" we couldn't become friends. Maybe it's because the author and I have different concepts, and we are people from two different worlds. But I also want to believe that "miracles" happen. Looking forward to the day I can make friends with them. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 7

Books can help people increase their knowledge and broaden their horizons; they can also help people understand the past and look forward to the future. I didn't like reading very much before, but after something happened, I found reading to be an interesting thing.

This incident happened one day half a year ago. My parents and I went to Wangjiangmen to play together. We passed by a clear river. Occasionally, one or two small fish jumped out of the water and splashed. Little splash. There is a small bridge on the water, with the words "Wangxian Bridge" written on it.

When my father saw it, he said: "This may be a man-made bridge commemorating a certain man named 'Wangxian', just like Su Causeway commemorates Su Dongpo and Bai Causeway commemorates Bai Juyi." No." Mom retorted, "The person who built the bridge must have wanted to become a fairy, so he called it Wangxian Bridge." The two of them were red-faced, but neither could convince the other.

"Mom and Dad, both of you are wrong. In fact, this is a legend." I said. "Really?" Dad opened his eyes and said, "Then tell us." "Okay." I said, "In ancient times, there was a small stone bridge beside the river in Drum Tower, Hangzhou. The doctor treats pustules. He is ugly and his body is covered with pustules, so no one believes that his medicine is effective. Many people often bully the doctor. Until one day, a man whose foot had been rotten for three years could not be cured by any medicine. He wanted to try his luck, so he went to a doctor for treatment. The doctor gave him a plaster, and his foot was cured within three days. .

As soon as the news spread, everyone realized that the doctor was not simple...

"Oh, so that's what happened." Mom said. My parents gave me a thumbs up and said I was great. I was very happy, and at the same time I secretly made a decision: I want to read more books and learn more about the history and culture of Hangzhou. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 8

Speaking of my reading stories, I can always think back to my primary school days. At that time, I already liked reading books anywhere at home. Of course, when I got tired of reading, I would sleep anywhere at home.

"Oh, this kid, why is he still asleep on the toilet!" If grandma hadn't been in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and seeing that I didn't come out for a long time, she pushed the door into the bathroom, maybe I could still be on the toilet Go on to sleep for a long time. That was when I was in the second grade of elementary school. At that time, in addition to reading comics, I also loved reading popular science books, but I couldn’t stand the wild animals in those popular science books, so I read a thick wildlife book. The animal science book was placed next to the toilet. When I went to the bathroom, I endured nausea and turned through two pages.

That day, when my grandma saw me falling asleep on the toilet, I was still holding the thick popular science book in my hand. According to my grandma’s description, if she had pushed the door open a little later, the turning book would have fallen and hit my toes. Now every time I recall this story, I automatically make up the picture I imagined based on the clues provided by my grandma. A child with braids was sitting on the toilet, holding a wildlife science book in his hand, reading and closing his eyes and dozing off...

Although this reading story is also similar to that one. It's like a popular science book on wildlife, a little disgusting, but it is also a reading story related to me, and precisely because of the disgusting nature of this story, I can always think of this little story when I recall what happened when I was reading. I thought about the child sitting on the toilet reading a popular science book. I thought about the child who closed his eyes and dozed off on the toilet while reading. I thought about the book that almost hit my feet. I also thought about my grandma who found me sleeping on the toilet. Surprised.

These have become more lovely as the years go by, making reading and me more flesh and blood. A child who loves to read may also be a child who can fall asleep on the toilet while reading, just because reading is like the air in her life. Of course, she may hold her breath in the bathroom. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 9

I like reading, especially when I encounter a book that I am very interested in. I can forget about food and sleep, which makes my mother very happy. Because I remember what my grandfather often said: All things are external to the body, only knowledge is one’s own. The ancients also said: There is beauty like jade in the book, and there is a house of gold in the book. Of course, I haven't reached the point of reading the Golden House yet.

There is a program on Hunan Satellite TV called "One Against a Hundred". The contestants win gold coins by answering questions. I like this program very much, and I will watch this program with my mother every time during the holidays. One of the issues had this question: Who are the following historical celebrities who had direct contact with Cao Cao? Because I had just finished reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I immediately knew the answer was Kong Rong. As a result, the contestant on stage answered wrongly (but he is a very knowledgeable person!), and my mother also answered wrongly. I was very excited and said to my mother: "I can participate in this show!" My mother smiled and said: "You already have the potential in this area, but if you want to answer all the questions correctly, you need to read more books. Take more notes, carefully write down what you don’t understand about what you see and hear, and broaden your knowledge.” If you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

I will continue to read books in the future. No matter what kind of books they are, as long as they are useful to me, I will continue to read them. When I was reading, I always imagined myself as a certain protagonist in the book, going through ups and downs with the storyline in the book. I found this to be very effective. It not only deepened the impression, but also allowed me to understand the author's intention.

I hope that one day, I will use the essence of knowledge gained from studying hard to defeat all the contestants in a knowledge competition-like stage and have the last laugh. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 10

Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. We should read more and develop a good habit of reading. Speaking of reading, I think of the stories of my previous reading. I have read many books and many interesting stories have happened.

I still remember one time when I exchanged a book with Xue Zhihao the day before I went home for vacation. The book I received was called "The Diary of the Laughing Cat: The Singing Cat" . I was very excited on the way home. I really wanted to read the book and know the plot of the story. Finally I couldn't help it anymore. I opened my schoolbag, took out the book and started to read it intently. My dad asked me: "What do you want to eat tonight?" I didn't answer. My dad asked me again, but I still didn't answer. Ben and I didn't hear our father's voice, but we were immersed in the book. Suddenly I felt someone patting me on the back. I turned around and my father said angrily: "Why don't you speak? Stop reading. It will damage your eyes." After hearing what my father said, I just put the book aside. After my father turned around and continued driving, I continued to watch. Suddenly a hand quickly snatched the book away from my hand. I looked up and said, "Didn't I tell you not to let you read it? Why are you still reading it?" Dad said helplessly. My mother said: "I have a mobile phone for you to take care of." I returned the mobile phone to my mother. I was in the front car seat. There was light on the ground. I put the book where you could read it. I looked at it, and my mother said again: "My child, you have a mobile phone to take care of it. If you do this, your eyes will be damaged." I didn't take care of my eyes, but I still wanted to watch, so I got up from the car seat and continued to watch with my mother's mobile phone. , I gave my mother’s mobile phone to my mother, and I lay there and continued to watch it. My parents didn’t want to care about it anymore. When I got to my house, I took the book and slowly walked out of the car and went home. When I got home, I continued to hold the book in my hands. I walked to the bedroom and sat down to continue reading. I refused to put it down until I finished reading the book.

This is my reading story. I will read more in the future and develop a good habit of loving reading. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 11

"Books are the ladder of human progress", this is a famous saying of Gorky. In my opinion, books are not only a treasure house of knowledge, but also a room where I can lose everything as soon as I enter. It is a friend with whom I can share my happiness and worries.

I have loved reading since I was a child. My mother said that I could recite "Three Hundred Tang Poems" when I was two years old. When I was three years old, I had to listen to my mother tell a story before going to bed every day, otherwise I would not sleep. When I became literate, my mother bought me many fairy tales with pinyin. Now, I have a bookshelf of books, including composition books, fairy tales, novels... countless.

I still remember that last year was the craziest time for me to read, and I even dared to read in science class. One time, I was fascinated by reading at night. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from outside: "Stop reading, go to bed soon, it's eight o'clock! I started counting, three, two..." I took advantage of one second of Time, I quickly glanced at ten lines, swallowed the jujube in one gulp, read a few more lines, and went to bed. In bed, I still couldn't forget the contents of the book, so on a whim, I picked up a book and a lamp and started reading under the quilt. Guess how it turned out? I was caught red-handed by my mother who came to check. The book was confiscated by my mother, and I had no choice but to go to bed with tears in my eyes with my endless reverie about the following story.

There are many things I love to read. Of course, reading also has many benefits. For example, my Chinese scores have improved a lot, and I got all the reading questions on the Chinese paper right almost every time. And there are also learning methods for other subjects in the book. For example, there are mathematical calculations, English word memorization, scientific knowledge exploration, etc. Composition is naturally the best target to benefit. My compositions are often read aloud by teachers as model essays, which is also the credit of the book.

Books are the key to the door of knowledge, the ladder of human progress, and the nutrition of mankind. I must regard them as a good friend on my life journey. Reading is my forever pleasure! My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 12

I don’t know when I fell in love with literature, antique books, and beautiful words. When I opened the cover of the book, I saw beautiful lines. The fonts came into view, time slipped away, and the paper of the book was also in my hands. I flipped through it, flipped through it, and flipped through it again...

The words and stories ignited me A literary dream, a small seed sprouted and grew in my heart, and finally broke out of the ground, absorbed nutrients, and worked hard to grow toward the sky.

When there were beautiful pictures in my mind, reading could no longer satisfy my desire. Finally, I mustered up the courage, picked up a pen, and wrote the beginning of the story. At the same time, I also Taking the first step on the road to literature.

I became an amateur writer on the Internet. I didn’t tell my parents about this. They always thought that I should study hard now and shouldn’t touch those books. They should control everything. I also know that I I'm still just a student, so I just type in my free time.

Looking at my works, the click-through rate has increased little by little, and I have made some achievements. However, when I look back and read other works, I realize the fact that my ability is far from enough, and I feel a sense of loss. My blood was extinguished, and the voice in my heart was shouting, I want to learn, I want to become stronger.

I took advantage of all the ways to learn. When I was full of confidence and started writing again, I was discouraged because of the stiff strokes. Desperate, even wanting to give up.

But by chance, I read a book and was so moved that I almost cried. Although there were not many plot twists and turns, the light language was much more real than the exaggeration of many books. Read There is a sentence in a letter from the author that I remember very clearly: How can a work without a soul be a work? My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 13

"A book is like a ship, leading us from a narrow place to the infinite ocean of life." In this vast sea of ????people, everyone Everyone has their own unique and interesting reading experience, and I am no exception.

Although I love books at home, I always put them back in their original place after reading them. Why? Because I have a strict mother at home who will yell at me in a sharp voice if I put them around, so although there are many books in my home, they are not thrown everywhere.

Speaking of reading, I really had two thrilling experiences.

I remember one time when the sky was overcast, the clouds seemed like ashes from a stove, scattered evenly and unevenly on a clean white plate. The classroom was eerily quiet, as if you could hear a piece of eraser falling to the ground. I put one of my favorite books - "When I Was Ten" in the moral book, put it upright on the table, and read through it carefully. , my heart was beating. Suddenly the teacher stopped talking, glanced around the podium, finally stopped, and fixed his eyes on me. I was as nervous as an ant on a hot pot. I was at a loss and afraid to tell my parents about this, so I hurriedly put away "When I Was Ten" and set the table. Then the teacher started teaching again. I exhaled and patted my heart, and when the teacher wasn't paying attention, I carefully lowered my head. He leaned against the table and looked at the books in the drawer.

Another time it was after 11 o'clock at night, and my mother was already asleep, but at that time I was obsessed with "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and wanted to know what would happen next, but was afraid of waking my mother, so I I got on the bed carefully, wrapped the quilt around myself, held a small flashlight in my mouth, shone the weak light on the book, and read with relish. While reading, I poked my head out to see if my mother had made a surprise inspection.

After reading my story, you must think that I am a person who loves to read! Actually, that’s not the case. I only have 50% of my energy for reading, and the other 50% is used for fun. I will definitely bring that half back in the future and become a person who loves reading! My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 14

You must have your own reading story, and I am no exception. When I was a child, my mother bought me little cards to teach me how to read, because at that time I couldn't read words, only pictures.

Gradually, as I grow older, those little cards are no longer enough for me. I would read some comic books and cartoons, and I would read them with gusto. Even if someone calls me, I won't hear it like a deaf person, and those words that I don't know really "confuse" me. When I was in elementary school, my comic books were "confused" by new words and were no longer my "taste." I fell in love with "Journey to the West", one of the four famous books. Because I just started elementary school, there is no pinyin on it, so I read "dress up Sun Wukong" as "rate Sun Wukong". My parents couldn't stop laughing when they heard this. I couldn't help laughing and wanted to say loudly: "I don't know the words yet, don't laugh!" Of course, when I was in the upper grades of elementary school, learning the most difficult words was a piece of cake for me. I didn’t make a fool of myself in junior high. When my mother didn't allow me to read, I would sneak into the bathroom with my book and read while defecating, because my mother was afraid of hurting my eyes. I sometimes borrow literature and art books from my neighbor's brothers and sisters.

I'm almost out of books. I read it fast, swallow it whole," a tail flick. The speed of reading, and "Don't ask too many questions. …the taste. When reading, I often understand the true meaning of writing: read well, but don’t read bad books, extract some good words and sentences from the book; the most important thing is that if you want to read a book, you must understand the sentences in the book meaning. This is the most basic requirement. My Story - Narrative Essay 500 Words 15

Books are my spiritual companions. I met them when I was three years old.

At that time, I was at the age when I was in my mother’s arms. My mother always used her singing voice to introduce me to the wonderland of fairy tales. Therefore, the well-known stories such as "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Three Little Pigs" and "The Wolf and the Lamb" became my first partners.

Soon, I was no longer satisfied with listening to my mother read fairy tales. When I was five years old, I had already begun to read independently by recognizing pinyin. The phonetic version of "Pinocchio" and "One Thousand and One Nights" "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and so on have brought me endless fun.

Under the influence of my interest in reading, my literacy level has far exceeded that of children of the same age, and my reading volume has also increased. In the bookcases, sets of books will be refurbished within a year. The second grade is Zheng Yuanjie's series, the third grade is Yang Hongying's "Ma Xiaotiao" series, the fourth grade is Huang Beijia's "Xiao Xiao" and "Golden Ling" and various animal novels by Shen Shixi. I walked into the book and met them. , *** spent a wonderful time together.

In the fifth grade, there are still classmates who are still immersed in Yang Hongying’s fairy tales, and I am already recalling the "original versions" of the four classics. Whether it is Liu Bei who is a virtuous corporal, Song Jiang who helps people in need, Lin Daiyu who is a beauty but has no fate, or Sun Wukong who has great magical powers, all of them left a deep impression on me.

That is to say, in the fifth grade, I began to "read late at night" in the winter. With the quilt covered, I read for dozens of minutes with the only flashlight in the house. One time, I was really bored, so I turned off the flashlight, closed the book, leaned out of the quilt to cool down, and somehow fell asleep. The next day, the fever didn't go away. It happened to be Saturday, so I stopped class and asked my mother to take care of me. Although I have a cough and a headache, I am still very happy: I have a reason to do nothing but read.

Reading has also brought me benefits: I have broadened my horizons, increased my knowledge, and gained a lot of story accumulation and writing experience. Every Spring Festival reunion, my cousin, who is two years younger than me, always listens to me telling stories with rapt attention! I also tried to tell a story "Antarctica" in the form of a novel, and my cousin is still my "loyal listener".

Entering junior high school, my spare time has been shortened, but I will still be with reading forever!