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A ** story When I opened the photo album, a ** came into my eyes. Take the memory express back to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park. On the day of climbing the "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain", the story behind ** seemed to happen yesterday--- it was a sunny morning, I took a bus with my mother and many teachers to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park.

Today we are going to climb a big mountain, the world's lowest latitude marine glacier --- the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Because the mountain is very high, the tour guide bought us a ticket to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car, and it took about half an hour for us to get on the train.

We got on the cable car and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind was whistling in my ears, and my heart was pounding, and it took a while to get used to it. My brother, who was riding the same cable car as me, seemed to be very excited and not scared at all.

Seeing him like this, I also calmed down. Look down and wow! Everywhere you look, there are green trees, and the lush trees are like a sea of green.

My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain, and the tour guide took us to the viewing place at the top of the snow-capped mountain. Yes!

The view here is spectacular! Standing here, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery at the bottom of the mountain. You see, the patches of emerald green trees loom under the mist, and under the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like what you see in fairy tales, so beautiful!

It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I couldn't help but hum a song. Just as I was fascinated, I heard a "click", and when I turned my head, it turned out that my uncle took advantage of my fascination to leave me this eternal memory.

Now whenever I see this **, I fall into good memories...

What a simple and ordinary eye! However, it holds a very high place in my heart. In the long river of my memory, there are always "stories of books" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books, and whenever I pick up a book wrapped in a book cover, I can't help but think of the ...... past

Books are so important to me! If I were to think that life was number one, then books would be second only to life one. I used to cry and feel sad for books, and that may be my attachment to books.

Whenever I look at a book that I "retire", I feel so sad that it is like digging half of my flesh out. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase, and I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh?

Not only that, but I also "sold my life" for the book? It's hard to believe, but it's definitely not a lie, it's a heartfelt truth. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me, and I liked it very much.

But since I wasn't knowledgeable enough, it seemed like a lot of work – I had to look up the dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a very shallow pool, and the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of appreciating it, and I was still holding the book in my hands and looking at it, but when I looked up the dictionary, the cherished book "sneaked away" and fell into the pool with a "pop" when I was not aware of it. In an instant, I was like an animal that had lost its soul, and I plunged my head into the pool, trying to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water, and the book was touched, but that regrettable thing happened again, I was unfair swimming!

I wasn't tall enough to touch the ground. I struggled in the pool with my book in my arms. Maybe it's providence, the eldest brother appeared at this moment, and I was saved.

However, when he returned home, he was beaten and scolded. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book. The books were soaked, and when I opened the books, I saw a cloudy ......I cried again.

You may make fun of my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, then I'm afraid you can't help it.

Books, my lifelong dream is to have books all over the world. I even dream about it, but maybe it's an unattainable wish. However, I do not despair, because, in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is the book that cultivates my sentiments and accompanies me to grow up and live, so I am extremely grateful.

Whenever I see the books in the bookcase, I can't help but feel a wave of joy in my heart, but you know what? I didn't like reading at all. I remember that year, my mother walked up to me with a thick stack of books and said with a smile

I bought a few books for you today, can I read three books in two weeks? "Not good! I said without thinking.

Why is it bad! Look at Lan'er next door, two bookcases are stuffed with books, but what about your books? It's too big to give you only half a bookcase.

Mom put down the book, frowned, and said angrily. "Oh well! I said duplicitously.

Mom nodded and walked away, I saw that I wanted to read extracurricular books, okay? He put the book aside. Two weeks later, Mom walked up to her side again and said softly:

Have you finished reading three books? When I heard this, I realized that I had just woken up from my dream and thought: What should I do?

I haven't read a single book, and I'm going to be scolded this time. When my mother saw me with a straight face, she said calmly, "Didn't you finish reading it!"

It's okay, let's watch it for another week! Mom patted me on the head and walked away. I blushed when I saw my mother's amiable smile, and said to myself

I can't let my mom down. As he spoke, he took out "Charlotte's Web" and read it, and after 10 minutes, I was fascinated by the dazzling words, and I felt ...... for Charlotte to weave Wilbur's webWe can go a day without eating, we can go a day without sleeping, but we can't go a day without reading, so let's "read well, read well!" ”

The story of me and the book.

Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of the world." There is nothing wrong with that. Books are like a friend of yours, sometimes it will help you, and sometimes it will quarrel with you. Hey, that's a headache.

Let's start with "En". Once, the math teacher came up with a math problem that stumped all the students, and I remember seeing this problem in the resource book yesterday, and I thought about it and made this problem. Wu Fu raised my hand and said the correct answer to this question, and the teacher praised me.

This was followed by "resentment". Once, my mother asked me to go out and buy some fruit. I asked my mom:

Mom, can you bring a book to read? Mom said, "Of course!"

But remember to buy fruit! "I remember. I said.

I walked and looked intently at the book, and when I returned home after a long walk, my mother saw that I was empty-handed, and hurriedly asked me, "Where are the fruits?" "I—I forgot.

I rubbed my head in embarrassment. My mother got angry and scolded me fiercely, and said, "Let's see if you have a long memory in the future."

Then there is "love". I remember when I was in elementary school, my mother bought me a lot of books. At first, I didn't like to watch it at all, but under the pressure of my mother, I reluctantly read a story.

Who knows, I immediately became interested in books. Since then, I have been reading books with relish every day, and my mother was afraid that my eyesight would deteriorate, so she hid all my books and made a rule: I can only read for one hour a day.

But I didn't listen, and while my mother was stir-frying, I secretly took a book out and ran to the bathroom to read it. When it was time to eat, my mother called me, and I said, "It'll be fine right away."

After a while, my mother urged me again: "How long will it take?" "Alright, I'll be out right away.

I hid the book under my clothes, and after eating, I put it back where it was.

Finally, there is "hatred". One day, my mother took me to check my eyesight, and when she found that there was only one, she said to me, "Hey!

Look at you, I can see that my eyesight has deteriorated when I read books. From now on, you're only allowed to read books for half an hour a day. "I went home and said to myself in the book

It's all your fault, I can only read for half an hour, I hate you! ”

This is the story of me and the book, there is kindness, resentment, affection, and hatred.

Very good, very like, my darling, my headphones to listen to the song.