"Reading is like being invisible," Jiang Yang said. Reading really took me to many people's homes. Yue Fei and I held hands and shouted out such grandiose words as "Eat pork when hungry, drink Hun's blood when laughing and thirsty". I patted Liu Yong, who was heartbroken, and walked with him through the "Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue". See luminous glasses of wine in the frontier fortress of the western regions, and laugh at pear wine under the green slate. I chat with friends from all corners of the country, drink together and laugh together. Gradually, I got drunk in the water of poetry and mountains and began to merge with books slowly. I don't know where to go because I'm drunk.
Since I don't know where to go, I don't have to go home. I have an adventure in reading and a general flavor. Sinbad took me to visit the temple of Solomon, bypassing the valley haunted by giant pythons and crossing the end of the world haunted by giant whales; Verne put me in a submarine and sailed twice. Wan Li was taken to the mysterious island. In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I saw the melancholy little prince desperately asking questions. I walked under the legs of countless giants, and countless little people walked under my legs. Oh, what a wonderful journey. Reading brought me miracles and surprises one after another, let me walk with them.
Walking, an old man named knowledge also joined our queue. He shines with wisdom through my eyes, as if he lit the lamp in my heart. I learned that the majestic giant tower will also tilt, and the unbeaten steel will sink; Some people blocked a circle of swords with their bodies, and some people crucified their lives for a bag of copper coins. Swimming in the sea of knowledge is like a bird gliding freely in the sky. As soon as the speed of thought is released, even light can't run as fast as it; But reading and books are like a perfect black hole, which can always lead thinking to it and accumulate in it to prepare for the most magnificent explosion. Clouds and moons 8,000 miles away came into my heart in reading.
Suddenly I looked up and the sun was still smiling. I gently stroked the tadpoles and wonderful elves in the book, reminiscing about the reading experience in the fragrant tea, so that enjoyment and I can be one.
There are different types of brief comments on good articles, some are convincing with profound thoughts and original opinions, and some are fascinating with exquisite ideas and wonderful language. This article clearly belongs to the latter. The theme of "enjoying reading" is obvious, but isn't it that reading can give people a beautiful feeling of enjoyment? From the perspective of relevance, Enjoy Reading also answers the question raised by the title: What do you think of reading? The answer is: "I think reading is a pleasure." Although this kind of thinking is not profound, it is concise and to the point. Compared with pretending to be profound and difficult to control, it is a good way to prevent writing disorder. Of course, such an idea, if there is no other advantage, is difficult to get high marks. The advantages of this paper are very prominent. The author closely follows the center of "enjoy reading", skillfully links rich materials by roaming, and calls readers to "enjoy reading" together with clever language. The layout is bright and decent: the beginning is simple and full of charm; The middle three paragraphs are well-proportioned and full, and the boundaries between "visiting", "exploring" and "seeking knowledge" are clear; The end echoes the beginning, and the sound is lingering. The score of 59 points may be slightly higher, but this is the value-added effect of American writing in fast marking.
In my spare time, I make a pot of tea, hold a book in the faint fog, taste the fragrance of tea, smell the book, chew it repeatedly, and taste every word and sentence ... This is my greatest pleasure in my spare time. Some people say that reading is an art, yes, reading is indeed like this.
Reading is an art of enjoying life. Mr. Wu Liu "studied hard and didn't want to know much, but when he knew one thing, he happily forgot to eat." Reading can make you feel happy when you are bored; When you are confused and disappointed, reading can calm your heart and let you see the road ahead; When you are in a happy mood, reading can help you find more beautiful things around you and make you enjoy life more. Reading is the best enjoyment. "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu."
Reading is an art of self-improvement. "Jade is not cut, it is not a tool." Reading is a learning process. A book has a story, a story tells a life, and a life reflects a world. "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road" is exactly the truth. Reading poetry makes people elegant, and reading history makes people wise. Reading every book will have different results. Since ancient times, it has been everyone's lifelong pursuit to study hard and improve themselves. Reading is one of the most elegant qualities, which can shape people's spirit and sublimate people's thoughts.
Reading is the art of enriching life. Life without books is like hollow bamboo, which is empty. Books are the greatest wealth in life. Jews let children kiss books coated with honey to remind them that books are sweet, and reading is a necessary condition to make life full of sweetness. Reading is the most rare passbook in life. Accumulate bit by bit, and you will find yourself the richest man in the world.
Reading is the art of understanding life. Reading Du Fu's poems makes people realize the bitterness of life, reading Li Bai's poems makes people understand the corruption of officialdom, reading Lu Xun's articles makes people recognize the darkness of society, and reading Ba Jin's articles makes people feel the hope of the future. Every book is a friend and teaches us how to look at life. Reading is one of the most indispensable courses in life. Reading and understanding life will help us to take every step of life well.
Books are lights, and reading illuminates the road ahead; Books are bridges, and reading connects each other on the other side; Books are sails, and reading drives the ship of life. Reading is the art of life, because reading makes life more exciting!
It was a charming afternoon. You sit by the window and read a heavy old book. In the afternoon, black tea is fragrant and sweet. Your old dog is lounging at your feet. The sunshine dyed your outline golden, mixed with this lazy time, and made a memory.
This is your own memory, like dew at your fingertips in the morning. You can smell it, but you can't catch it. Look, reading is like this. Just a feeling.
Sometimes you read and read, as if embracing the whole world. You are not just you, you can watch, like a bard who has gone through many vicissitudes, watching what is happening in front of you. The story begins, ups and downs, tossing and turning, and finally ends. You collect them, write a light or sad song and sing it carefully. Read, read, read, read your life, read a taste, read a realm. At that time, you were like an open-minded old man, calmly looking at the sad and happy expressions of life. Perhaps life is just the last quarter of the moon in a quiet night, seemingly cold and incomplete. In fact, it has always been full, but a distant planet is quietly rotating. Of course, sometimes you will be addicted to it, and you will inevitably be at the mercy of fate and occupied by secular desires. This is because we need love and hate, and no one can avoid customs. You were so absorbed in reading that you almost forgot to breathe. Isn't this the restlessness of life that drives you to run wild? You are dragged by an emotion, running blindly forward, and the wind whistling in your ears. At this moment, you lose your mind and throw away the mask of life. Yelling, bumping, reckless like a child. You even bravely accused the unfair fate and the darkness, obscurity, bitterness and weakness of this society.
At that moment, you cried, tears wet the pages, and you found that you were just reading other people's stories. But why did you see yourself there? Do you think you live so vividly and truly? At some point, you gave it all your feelings without regret.
After a long time, you picked up the book again and recalled the feeling at that time. You shook your head in confusion. You may have forgotten why you are so moved.
This is reading. You never want to get anything from it. No premeditation, no pressure. You just have a vague sense of life there. You cry, you laugh, you hate, you love. You read it, then you forget it and turn back to the hectic reality. Reading is prompted by your feelings at that moment, because you like it, so you read happily; You read sadness because you are sad.
Reading is like this, life is like this. Grasping the moment of blooming, life is as gorgeous as summer flowers.
Since leaving the animal world of ignorance, human beings have had languages first, then words, then articles, and finally books-sometimes the thought of this long process can not help but give birth to a thrilling heart, because without this process, there would be no "reading", and today, what an unbearable lack!
However, although everyone can't live without reading, there are different opinions about the realm of reading.
One realm is to seek fame and test. This kind of reading is "inferior" in my opinion, because it can't be regarded as real knowledge, and of course there is no real happiness. When there is always fame and fortune in the eyes of readers, any knowledge has to be reduced to a "stepping stone", and knocking on the door of fame will inevitably lead to the fate of being abandoned casually. Isn't this a blasphemy against knowledge? This kind of reading is far from being based on the imperial examination. Today, there are people who take various examinations one after another-college entrance examination, postgraduate entrance examination, textual research and civil service examination, for example. Didn't you see that before every exam, all kinds of candidates were holding the "True Classics" or sitting or frowning and studying hard outside the examination room? This kind of reading, in the reader's life experience, is rather a nightmare, with only pain and no happiness. But few people can avoid this kind of "painful reading" when they are alive, which is a kind of alienation.
Another reading realm is to exhaust knowledge and truth. This kind of reading can be classified as "top grade" because it is divorced from its own fame and fortune and stems from the great curiosity of human beings. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, how many scientific giants are tireless in exploring a certain problem; There are also some rare "generalists" who dabble in many subjects at the same time and explore the mysteries of the world and life in reading. This is automatic and conscious "reading". On the road of exhausting knowledge and truth, they are brave travelers and explorers, and we have no reason not to pay deep respect to them. I would even say that people who can enter this territory are endowed with life.
But Zhuangzi once said, "Life is limited and knowledge is limited. There are restrictions and no restrictions. " This is a "one-sided truth". Therefore, in my eyes, although the above-mentioned second realm is "top grade", it can't be "the best". It can be called the "best" reading, which is a kind of reading without desire, a walking of the soul and a roaming of the soul. This kind of readers not only have no desire to seek wealth from books, but also have no pursuit to dig out the treasure of knowledge from books, and have no impulse to extract moral proverbs from books to save the world and the people. He saw goodness and beauty in the book; He was moved by this wonderful book and wept for the happiness in it. He always needs to read, but he has no desire to "read". He is full and quiet just because of reading. "Reading" gave him spiritual air and food, so he transcended material and real life.
The three reading realms are similar in appearance, but quite different in spirit. Finally, I have to admit that different people will have different judgments about which is higher. In different people's minds, the order of "inferior", "top grade" and "best" may be just the opposite. ...
Listen to nature, the pines are the rhythm of the pine forest; Haw is like a complaint, it is the private voice of autumn insects, and haw is like a complaint, it is the complaint of Zigui.
Listening to the heart, tenderness, is a kind of tenderness, burning like a torch, a warm and cordial greeting, and a piece of ice heart.
And listening to books, there are euphemisms of Qu, Tao, Li and Du, which are fresh and lively, full of literary talent and tender feelings like dreams; There are Han Han and Anne flying personality and human feelings.
Reading, not only to see the black and white words dancing on the plane, but also to feel, turned into sound silently.
And listening to books and history.
Reading history books is not burying your head in the pile of boring old newspapers in the ivory tower. Listen attentively, you can hear the rumbling noise of historical ships and relive the elegance of 5 thousand years. From primitive people eating blood and drinking blood to the establishment and consolidation of clan commune, it is a generation of wisdom; The abdication from ancient times to the establishment of hereditary system is the call of history; From the cries of Chen Sheng and Guangwu to those of Song Jiang and Fang La, they are all inner cries; From the smoke of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to the bullets in Huanghuagang, you can hear the sobs of the national movement. ...
Reading, we listen to one by one, listening to some crying and shouting in history, and watching some glory and suffering in history, we will have a sense of pride and heaviness in our hearts.
Listen to the book and listen to your heart.
Reading prose is not to speculate on the profound meaning, but to ponder the emotional flow. More often, I can hear the nonsense in the book. Wandering in prose. Mr. Yu Qiu led me to look for Dunhuang's past outside the frost and snow, and I heard the calm and sad pulse and sigh of Dunhuang; Zhang Ailing lit a wick, and in the smoke, I felt as if I had returned to old Shanghai, listening to the elegant rhythm of cheongsam and the hard breathing of life in the rickshaw shuttle; Sanmao took me all the way across Spain and the Sahara desert, and I seemed to hear the faint sigh of camels in the desert. ...
I turned over one after another, and I listened to one after another, listening to the smooth narration of human feelings in the literary talent, and listening to the whispers of all the souls that throbbed between the lines.
Listen to the book, listen to life!
Reading philosophy is not thinking hard in difficult words, let alone reading Braille, but looking for some true meaning in the depth of philosophers. Confucius crossed the river and lamented that "the deceased is like a husband." I understand that time is fleeting and precious; The Buddha sat quietly in Bodhi's meditation and realized the universe of life. I heard words of wisdom coming from infinite distance. Pascal, a French philosopher, wrote, "The silence of infinite space scares me." What I heard was the most appropriate and true explanation of life. ...
Read one by one, and I will listen one by one. Listening to the statements of thinkers, I also thought that I should bring some white clouds back to infinity and use their purity to wipe the dust and clutter in my heart.
Reading is not only to let the eyes wander between the lines, not only to let the feelings flow in the plot, but also to listen to the confession of the soul that throbs in the depths of the book.
Listen to this book.