Essay Recommend a good book, Unbound

Recommend a good book Mowgli. Then I'll take a look at it too.

Description ideas: first write the type of the book "Unbound", then write the main content of "Unbound", and finally write about your feelings after reading "Unbound". The sample text is:

During this winter vacation, I read a book, it is called "Unbound", which is a fantasy**. Speaking of this book, I have so much to write about it, it seems to have a kind of magic, I know the ending, and I still feel very shocked when I read it again.

This is not **, mainly talking about the "Yiling Ancestor" Wei Wuxian, who was scolded by thousands of people in his previous life, had a bad reputation, and was led by his brother and sister to take the old nest, and he was in a lifetime, and there was no corpse. Thirteen years later, Wei Wuxian was forcibly recalled to the world by forbidden arts, and became a madman who was oppressed and humiliated, and was involved in a strange case of five horses splitting up the corpses! On the road of walking with Lan Wangji, a famous man of Xianmen who was "incompatible", the past has come back again.

When I was younger, I was very fond of people who were scarred but had a lot of stories. I also feel that I can be like them, even if the knife is stuck in my body, I can't stop moving forward, I will never retreat in the face of difficulties, and I will never bow my head. And now, I like those people even more, because I find that they are stronger and more determined than I thought.

Maybe when I'm a little older, I'll like those carefree teenagers. But at that time, I hope that it will not be because I miss the youthful spirit of the past, but because no matter how young I am, no matter when and where, I am still a teenager!

"Boiling a pot of life and death, sorrow and joy sacrifice to the young man, how can the bright moon still come to melancholy, it is better to dashing through the wind and waves, the end of the world is melodious", the ancient lyrics are full of ancient rhyme with the heart-wrenching national style melody, and when Xiao Zhan is clear and translucent, Wang Yibo's thick and hoarse singing voice slowly enters the ears, and then with touching lyrics and sad and lonely melodies, the warm and moving plot is expressed vividly.

Compared with the chorus version of Xiao Zhan Wang Yibo, Zhou Bichang's version of "Unbound" is rearranged by the piano and strings, and on the strings flowing like water, the piano plays the notes that are as clear as the waves, with Zhou Bichang's affectionate and clear voice, which is more elegant in addition to tenderness.

Song: Singing: Xiao Zhan.

Lyrics: Cheng Yi & Stygian.

Composer: Lin Hai.

Hearing the sound of the flute, the clouds are melancholy in the middle of the night, how can you be a dream when you wake up in the past.

How to measure the gains and losses of reputation in the red dust, Xiao Xiao's blood is hot and the blade is cold.

The mountains are high and the water is far away, and the sound of the piano is heard.

The love is not endless, and the flower moon is like frost, boiling a pot of life and death, sorrow and joy to sacrifice the young man.

The bright moon is still melancholy, it is better to be dashing and sprinkle through the wind and waves.

The end of the world is melodious, and the road is full of people through thousands of rivers and mountains.

Right and wrong have woken up in the past, and it is like a dream.

How to measure the gains and losses of reputation in the red dust, Xiao Xiao's blood is hot and the blade is cold.

The mountains are high and the water is far away, and the sound of the piano is heard.

Chen Qing is still laughing at the impermanence of the world, boiling a pot of life and death, sorrow and joy to sacrifice the young man.

Mingyue is still melancholy, it is better to be frank and swing through the wind and waves.

The end of the world is melodious, boiling a pot of life and death, sorrow and joy to sacrifice the young man.

Mingyue is still melancholy, it is better to be frank and swing through the wind and waves.

The end of the world is melodious, and the end of the world is melodious.