1 I remember when I was a child, I hated all complicated and difficult literary masterpieces and all boring essays. Although my mother wanted to buy me some books, which are interesting to read now, I always stubbornly refused. At that time, I was accompanied by colorful fairy tales full of fun. I read them again and again, but I never got tired of them.
As I grow up day by day, the fairy tale books I have memorized are falling apart, but I still have no interest in famous books. So, I tried to read some popular science books, and the introduction of various strange phenomena in nature became my favorite. I like swimming in the ocean of science, watching the mysterious Bermuda Triangle and crop circles, and watching magical aliens and UFOs. I constantly explore and pursue these unknown things, and feel the fun and wonder of nature between the lines of the book.
During this period, I tried to read a little romance of the Three Kingdoms, but I lost interest in this book after reading only a little. At that time, I was "impressed" by this "boring" story. I remember secretly vowing never to read such a boring book again.
Gradually, popular science books were also read by me. So, I opened the Romance of the Three Kingdoms again, and such reading broke my oath at that time. But I don't have that big opinion about The Romance of Three Kingdoms. I was actually attracted by this wonderful content. After reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I found that the famous works were not boring. So, I asked my mother to help me buy a famous book-A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin. As I read it, I lamented the unfairness of feudal marriage at that time, and felt more sorry for the love tragedy between Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu. I like every character in it and love every scene-I appreciate Lin Daiyu's delicacy and her talent; I admire Xue Baochai's shrewdness and Tan Chun's ability. I feel sad that Lin Daiyu buried flowers; I marveled at Baochai's beauty when throwing butterflies. In one story after another, I am happy, I am sad, I am angry, and I lament the fate of the protagonist.
After reading A Dream of Red Mansions, I fell in love with reading even more. Books have become my best companion. Reading fairy tales, I enjoy myself in the fairy tale world; Reading popular science books, I fly freely in the scientific sky; Reading literary classics, my mood is mixed with the ups and downs of the story; Looking at the classics of Chinese studies, my heart was shocked and washed again and again.
I love books, books give me knowledge, books teach me the truth of being a man, books accompany me to grow up day by day, and I have formed a deep love relationship.
Books are flowers and grass in warm spring; Books are the breeze in hot summer; Books are the fruits of hard work in cool autumn; Books are a ray of sunshine in winter.
When I first saw the book, I was still in kindergarten. My face is full of doubts, but my square notebook is full of words. I don't know what it is and what it does. The teacher told me: "This is a book, something that can make people happy and learn knowledge." There are many good stories in it! "I touch it with my gentle little hands. It is bare and slippery. When I opened it, many lovely pictures caught my eye and I fell in love with it deeply.
From then on, I often pestered my father to tell me stories. I can never sleep without telling stories! Slowly, one story hovers in my mind, and sometimes I imitate one or two paragraphs like my father. Later, I entered primary school, learned a lot of words and got my own book. I'm so happy that I can finally study by myself! I spend almost all my time reading.
With the growth of my grade, I read more and more books, and the scope is getting wider and wider. From naive fairy tales to biographies of inspirational growth; From popular and easy-to-understand vernacular novels to difficult and obscure classical masterpieces. Although I find it more and more difficult to understand, my enthusiasm for them is growing day by day. I am often deeply attracted by the wonderful story content in the book; Deeply moved by the joys and sorrows of the protagonist in the book. I am immersed in the sea of books, greedily sucking the nectar.
From then on, I began to worry about the early arrival of the night. In the evening, my mother always tells me to go to bed early, sometimes with a commanding tone, so I have to obey. However, lying in bed, my mind is full of the wonderful scene just now, tossing and turning, thinking about my "baby", how can I sleep! Sometimes I have a brainwave and come up with a wonderful way to wait anxiously for my father's snoring in bed. "Hoo, hoo, hoo", finally waiting for this moment! I quickly picked up my "baby", opened the nightlight and read it with relish by the faint light. ...
Books have brought me endless knowledge; Books bring me infinite warmth; Books also bring me infinite happiness. I will make friends with books all the way, and let them grow with me!