The Story of People and Books 3000 Words 100

The story of me and the book.

Gorky once said, "Books are the ladder of human progress." ”；Benjamin Franklin once said, "Reading is my only amusement." ”；Zhao Shuli once said, "Reading is like mining a mine, panning for gold in the sand."

I've been a book lover for a long time, and I've read countless books, so I've got a mystery with them. One weekend at the beginning of the school year, my mother was going to take me to the library, but it was just in time for my mother to have a meeting. I thought this was like this, but then my aunt said that they were going to Quanzhou to play, and asked me to take their free ride, and I was overjoyed.

When I got to the library, I told my uncle to come and pick me up at 11 o'clock, and he nodded and walked away. I happily hummed a tune and ran into the library, looking at the tens of thousands of books, ecstatic, but I didn't know where to start. After "careful consideration" and a thousand choices, "Les Miserables" and "The Travels of Gleeff" were valued by me, so I took the book to my seat and sat down, and read it hungrily......Time slipped away unconsciously, and in the blink of an eye, the clock on the wall struck eleven times, but I, who had already been fascinated by reading, was unaware of it, and threw the news that my uncle was coming to pick me up, and only continued to read my book.

The plot of the story is unique and makes me exclaim "tsk" from time to time. At this moment, a familiar sound of footsteps came to my ears, and when I looked up, it was my uncle. At first, I was very confused:

How did my uncle know I was here? Looking at the time again, it was half past eleven, and I suddenly remembered, oh! Didn't I promise my uncle to let him pick me up at 11 o'clock?

How did I forget, oh no! Will my uncle reproach me? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

The silence of the library was broken by my uncle's words: "'Little book lovers', are you still leaving?" "Let's go.

I packed up my things and went out with my uncle. Along the way, I didn't dare to say a word, but I only heard my uncle say, "Lulu, if Wang Qi (my brother) loves to read like you, even if it's only half of yours."

Hearing this, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. Of course, for the sake of books, I also had a "war of words" with my good mother. It was after our midterm exams, and my mother said that I had entered the graduating class, and I would have a general review after the "May Day".

She asked me not to read during this time, for fear that it would affect my studies. I justifiably defended the book: "Who said that reading a book will affect my learning?

Pushkin said 'reading - this is the best learning'......At that time, I listed a series of celebrity comments on reading to my mother, who was stunned and asked, "What do you know from **?" I said

Needless to say? From there—" Pointing to the book I had just rubbed. Mom was speechless and finally said:

Reading books can broaden your horizons, but can you do it if you have to arrange your time reasonably and not delay your studies? "Yes! I said confidently, running into my room and reading the book again......Seeing this, Mom shook her head helplessly:

It seems that sooner or later you will get 'book addiction'. "I grimaced. Hey!

Books, books, why are you so fascinated by me?

Once upon a time there was a man who had a book, and the story in this book was to say: Once upon a time there was a man and he had a book, and there was a story in the book that said: Once upon a time there was a man and he had a book! ......

It has been said that a mother's love is selfless; It is also said that a mother's love is great; I said that a mother's love is the most beautiful gift God has given to each of us. It was a summer vacation. I run out every day to play.

That evening, my mother said two words to me, and this time I dared to speak up. However, after all, he couldn't fight his mother, and he was slapped by her. So, I ran out in a rage.

Later, I wanted to go back, but the scene of my mother beating me came back to me, and I threw the thought of going home out of the clouds. It was dark and frightened, and I was "suppressed" (I wanted to go home) because I was usually bold. But as soon as I thought about going home, the scene of my mother beating me came back to me, and I sat down weakly.

I don't know what time it was, but I heard my mother's voice calling me in the distance. The sound was getting louder and louder. But I didn't run over, and in order not to let my mother see me, I ran away, and the sound became quieter and quieter, and after a while, the sound was almost inaudible.

I sat down and thought about the scene just now: I always feel very sorry for my mother, because my mother gave birth to me and raised me so big, and I just made a mistake and was beaten by my mother, so I did it, did I do it right? No, it's wrong, I can't do anything, I should go home and admit my mistakes to my mother and be a good boy.

Yes, I should. So, I went home. When I walked to the door, I saw that the door was still open, so I walked in and saw my mother falling asleep on the sofa, the TV was not turned off, and I looked at the time, it was already more than 10 o'clock in the evening.

Looking at my mother's figure, I really wanted to say loudly: Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you, however, I didn't have the courage to do this, so I just walked over gently and woke my mother up. This may be the thing I regret the most, but it is engraved in my heart and reminds me all the time

In the future, I want to be a good boy and be a good baby for my mother.

Books are a treasure trove of knowledge, which enables the continuous accumulation and development of human knowledge; to make the fool erudite. It is also what makes me constantly enrich myself and brings infinite joy and hope to my life.

Before I knew a word, I had formed an indissoluble bond with books. When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me stories, and I would listen to them three or four times each time before I would give up, so I made one joke after another.

Knowledge changes destiny. As I grew older and became more literate, I was finally able to read on my own, and this is one piece! Whenever I stood alone in my room, accompanied by delicious food, I burrowed into the stacks of books to find more knowledge and satisfy my desire to learn.

That kind of happiness, which can only be experienced in books, is an indispensable spiritual food.

At first, I was fascinated by "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales", what touching stories and kind and beautiful characters! From "How Steel is Made" to "The Essence of Biographies of World Celebrities", in those thousands of tenacious struggles, I strongly felt the meaning of life. The protagonist of the comic "Sanmao Wanderings" made me feel more that my happy life today was not easy to come by, and they always spurred me to strive towards my ideal goal.

Gradually, my interest turned to scientific reading, and from the first knowledge series "100,000 Whys" that I came into contact with, I don't know how many question marks I have solved in my heart, how many new knowledge I have seen, and realized that in order to increase knowledge and seek truth, we must "ask why in everything" is the golden key to open the door to knowledge. Then I read the "Encyclopedia" and so on, all of which benefited me a lot.

It should be said that if there is no skepticism, there is no courage to break into the door of science.

Books are my closest friends, my best silent teachers, they help me solve problems in life and study, they also give me knowledge, it gives me strength. Knowledge is like the sea, boundless. In my life, books are like a boat that takes me on a voyage and takes me to the triumphant shore of knowledge.

The book also allowed me to go to the vast field of science to cultivate and discover the mysteries of mankind! How can it be said that all this is not the gift of the book?

This is my story with the book.

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.

When I was a child, books were not fun at all, but a few pieces of paper and a few lines of words, and playing with toys was much more fun than books.

In me. When I was five or six years old, I was given a few comics: every page of the book was printed with a picture on it.

One or two lines of words. One day, I flipped through those books and was immediately fascinated by the characters in the books, and I found it interesting. That's how I started my reading journey......

As I grew older, my books changed: from pictures to no pictures, from few words to many words, from thin pages to thick pages, from funny to esoteric ......I have always been accompanied by books. Soon, the empty shelves couldn't hold the books.

I was obsessed with books, as soon as I finished my homework, I started to read, not irritable or boring at all, every time I saw that it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, it was my mother who stopped me from reading in order to ensure enough sleep.

There is a ** house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book".

Now, the shelves full of new books have been turned to the point that I am almost dropping, and I am like a "thief of knowledge", stealing the knowledge from the book to satisfy my spiritual needs. Every time I finish reading a book, I think that books have become my best friend in life.

A good book makes difficult things become **, learning becomes entertainment, and homework becomes a game!

Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of man." "I think this metaphor is particularly intimate for my own upbringing.

From the *** newspaper when I was a child to the current "Reading and Writing for Middle School Students", "Book Digest" and other magazines that integrate knowledge and interest, I have absorbed a lot of nutrients.

When I first read words, I couldn't help but be attracted by those rich imaginations when I looked at those *** newspapers. Over time, I also became a visionary. Sometimes I can't help but look in the mirror in a daze, sketching what I looked like when I grew up and what I will do in the future.

When I started composing, I turned my attention to literature again. From "Little Red Riding Hood" over and over again to "Dream of Red Mansions" word by word, I tried to blend my imagination with the good words and sentences in these works to depict my own world of composition. So, in my pen, there are cute girls like Little Red Riding Hood, lovely children like Lin Daiyu, quirky elves, and omnipotent visitors.

Therefore, the teacher often reads my essays as model essays, especially for those good sentences. As everyone knows, it was the result of my careful reference.

As I got older, my interest in writing grew. Especially when my essay was turned into lead for the first time, I was even more ecstatic, and I sincerely thanked the essay garden that gave me confidence and encouragement - "Reading and Writing for Middle School Students". Through it, I learned a lot of writing skills, and I learned better how to choose words and form sentences; Through it, I also understood that it is not enough to just learn from others in composition, and if you want to have more connotations, you need to look farther.

So, I began to read some books that were knowledgeable, interesting, and current affairs, such as "Book Digest", "Youth Expo", "** Times", "Bosom Friend" and so on. Through them, I learned more about the world, more about politics, and more importantly, they made me understand what it takes to be the master of the next century. So, under their guidance, I had my own struggles and my own independent opinions.

The book has accompanied me through 14 years, it is like a jumping note, but also like a colorful page, is the eternal fruit of human civilization. It led the ignorant me into the door of knowledge, and accompanied me to climb the peak of knowledge from beginning to end. It allowed me to see all areas of society and purified my mind.

It gave me the wings of imagination and the goal to strive for. My story with it never ends, it only grows richer and richer as I grow ......