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Well, I owe it to you, I wrote it to you!! Title: "Me and the Text" Text:

In fact, language is not just a book, she has always lived by my side, grew up with me, accompanied me to be sensible, and accompanied me to understand the world.

I can't remember the first time I wrote with a pen, time can blur a person's memory, and it can constantly bring a person new things. After six years of study, I no longer learn to read pinyin, no longer stubbornly draw words with a pen, and no longer hold a dictionary to find the meaning of words one by one. Like climbing a staircase, walking up step by step, there is the bitterness of falling, but also the excitement of arriving.

Since my parents taught me how to hold a pen correctly and sit correctly, I gradually learned how to write a word, how to protect my eyes, and how to learn Chinese. In nursery rhymes, I am learning Chinese, in stories, in ancient poems, in reproach and encouragement, in criticism and congratulations, in tears and sweat along the way, learning Chinese.

I grew up with language and I love it. It is along the long-standing river of language that I appreciate the magnificence of China's 5,000-year-old culture. I love poetry, it is the most dazzling jewel in the crown of Chinese culture.

The poet wrote his deepest feelings in those few lines, and I could feel the same mood as them, as if they were living in the same era, in the same place, and looking at the same moon. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

So quiet, so beautiful moonlight, and so deep longing. I wish I had been reading the language, reading these things, until I was old.

Learning is endless, I know that the language knowledge I have learned now is just a drop in the ocean, and I can't learn all the knowledge in a person's life, but I am willing to learn him all my life, at school, at home, in life, in any corner at any time, I am willing to give her a second. She is not a book, she is a language, my lifelong companion.

Huh? I just learned it.,Share with the landlord what I wrote:

Through six years of study, I have learned Chinese knowledge such as pinyin, common words, and the use of punctuation marks, and have Chinese skills such as reading and assignments, learned to read notes, annotations and other learning methods, and developed the study habit of doing homework first and then playing.

。I didn't write much later.。。。 The teacher gave me the right shot.。。。

Time is like light smoke, gently blown away by the breeze; Time is like mist, evaporated ...... by the early sunIn a blink of an eye, 6 years of time blew on my face like a breeze and gradually left. I miss the life of primary school, and when I think about it, I am ...... emotion

The time at my alma mater is gradually shortening, in this more than 1,000 days. I am like a young spring bamboo shoot, like a tender green seedling, like a seed about to become the first seed, under the careful care of the hard-working teacher, under the careful irrigation of the heart, thrive!

In these six short years, what I feel the most is the friendship between classmates and classmates. Friendship is like a spring flower, blooming exceptionally brilliantly; Like the grass in summer, it grows exceptionally tender and green; Such as the northern geese in autumn; Fly south together; Like the winter sun, warm your heart ......Friendship lasts forever, just like "confidants in the sea, if the ends of the world are neighbors", even if we are scattered, but friendship is still a continuation of the ......

What I felt most deeply was the teacher's earnest teaching. The teacher is a diligent gardener, who takes care of our brilliant "flowers" with his heart; The teacher is a big green tree, with solid branches to cover the sky and the sun for us young grass; The teacher is the bright moon, and the bright light is used to light the names of people who walk in the dark......Teachers are selfless, just as "a teacher for one day, a father for life." "The teacher worked hard to educate us for six years, and during these six years, we studied together, worked together, were happy together, and were ......sad togetherFrom us who just learned babbling to those who gradually released the birds, the teacher's teaching made us feel the deepest, because she replaced the love of our parents and used the love of our parents to carefully irrigate our little seedlings.

Before I knew it, time passed again, and the past was vivid, but the most unforgettable thing for me was the friendship and teacher-student relationship, which was the only thing that accompanied me for six years. But I still have to cherish the time I have now, and cherish the time of the six years of primary school......

Books are the key to open the door to knowledge, allowing us to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Books are a teacher who teaches us a lot of knowledge and gives us rich spiritual food, so I like to read.

When I was a child, I loved telling my mom stories to me. Every night, I would follow my mother and pester her to tell me stories. When I was in first grade, our teacher asked us to start reading books on our own.

However, I don't think the books are full of words, there are no pictures, and there is no fun at all, so I don't like reading at all. So at that time, my writing was not good at all.

It wasn't until I was in the third grade that I saw my classmates reading Sherlock Holmes, I looked at it and thought this detective book was very interesting, and the content in it attracted me like a magnet. When I got home, I asked my dad to buy the Sherlock Holmes book online, and my dad immediately bought it for me. I ask every day:

Has the book arrived? "On the day it arrived, I hurriedly opened the box and took out a copy to read. I watched it with relish, I watched it for a long time, and my mother said:

Xixi, don't look at it, the exam is coming, review it! I reluctantly put down the book. That's how books and I became good friends.

Another time, because I was late in writing my homework, it was time to go to bed, but I wanted to read a book for a while before going to bed. Mom said, "Xixi, stop reading, go to sleep."

I insisted on reading, and my mother thought I was eating it as a meal. Now that my language skills have improved, my writing skills have also improved, and I don't have as much trouble writing as I used to be, but now I feel a sense of accomplishment as long as I see the topic and think about it a little.

Books have taught me a lot of truths, but also let me learn a lot of knowledge, I like to read, I feel that "a day without books, Pepsi is barren", as long as you don't read for a day, you can't do anything. For me, books are so fascinating!