My Story with the Book A kind of memory, my story with the book

Books are the crystallization of human wisdom. With books, there is knowledge, and there are endless treasures. Book, what a simple word, but what it contains is so rich, like stars in the sky.

When I'm bored, I open the famous fairy tale book "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales". When I saw the sad story of "The Little Match Girl", I couldn't help but leave "droplets" on the book; And when I saw "The Emperor's New Clothes", I couldn't help laughing; When I was reading the fairy tale "The Ugly Duckling", I was also very happy to see the ugly duckling turn into a beautiful Tianchai Wang goose and see the perfect ending. However, I was very impressed by the story of "Thumbelina", especially from it, I felt that Maya was kind-hearted, and she herself was still in a difficult life, and she also went to help the trapped mountain voles and moles.

She was so small, but she went to help a big swallow, she was afraid and frightened, and finally rescued the swallow, this brave act is worthy of our admiration and learning.

I remember that the Soviet writer Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." "That's right, books are like a small boat that carries us towards the rough shores of knowledge.

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 sat on the shore of a very shallow pool, the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of appreciating it, I still held the book in both hands and looked at it, but when I paid attention to the dictionary, the cherished book "sneaked away" and fell into the pool with a "pop" when I was inadvertent. 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 my brother 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 book was soaked and rotten, and when I opened the book, 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.