This book is with me. The faint book fragrance permeates my soul, and the fragrance is a solemn baptism for me, which is the deepest washing for my soul. From fantastic fairy tales to profound literary masterpieces, the faint book fragrance accompanied me through the vines in front of the kindergarten when I was a child, through the elegant weeping willows in the primary school campus, and into the broad campus of the middle school. My affection for books has gradually changed from liking to loving. It was a faint book fragrance that accompanied me through my golden childhood. Looking back at the shadow of the past, there is always a faithful shadow of a book by my side. When I was young, I liked playing, but I was not interested in reading. I only like my mother to read me one or two short stories before going to bed, and see pictures of bears and tadpoles looking for their mothers and children herding sheep. Gradually, my mother was busy at work and didn't have time to read stories to me, so she used her spare time to read a lot of my favorite stories and recorded them on the tape recorder. When I want to listen to them, I open them as if my mother were around. Sometimes my mother is very extravagant and buys me a good story tape. I listen to it again and again. In this way, I spent my childhood in the voice of others telling stories, and "listening to books" made my childhood life beautiful and magical. Childhood fairy tales I like my mother to read aloud, but I don't know the fun of traveling in the ocean of books. There are books on the shelves and tables at home, but they didn't attract my attention. I remember that in the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, I accidentally opened a beautifully decorated fairy tale by Andersen. The dreamy name-the daughter of the sea attracted the attention of a girl who loves the sea. Just a quick glance, the beautiful story attracted me deeply. I was intoxicated by the magical beauty of the underwater world and marveled at the little mermaid's persistent pursuit of pure love. In my young mind, there seems to be a blue sea, a pure underwater world and the innocent smile of the little mermaid ... dreamlike stories gently cover my heart. From then on, I felt that reading was better than listening to books, and I became interested in books, so I became friends with books. I once wove a dream with Thumbelina under the willow tree in the White Palace of the Snow Queen. I once held Dianthus together with Snow White and enjoyed the beautiful voice of the nightingale. I can't help but indulge in that dreamy kingdom. I spent my childhood in that wonderful kingdom of children's writing. In that kingdom, there is no sorrow, no pain, no evil, only colorful dreams, true, good and beautiful flowers, and a innocence that is not in the real society.