The story of me and the book, 800 words.

I especially like reading books, such as Yang, Shen, Bing Xin and Mei.

Zaiyang Yu ... I'm a huge fan of them. "Books are the ladder of human progress."

This sentence is true, but for me, "books are the spiritual food of human beings" is more important.

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Speaking of it, there is also a Book History that makes people "deeply moved".

It's nice to say "read more, read more". When I was very young, mom

Just watch Grimm's fairy tales, Dream of Red Mansions and Andersen's fairy tales with me every day.

Plot. But I can only read five thousand years and a dream of red mansions, but I don't recognize the plot.

. Because I think those books are too boring and boring. There are three or four first-grade literacy competitions.

Thousands of words, maybe I read too many books, and I recognized more than two thousand at once.

When I grow up, I am also obsessed with reading fairy tales, modern novels and stories. I have a thunder.

An immobile iron habit-reading for a long time every night. Dad won't let me sleep.

I read a book before, because I forgot the time at first sight, and I had to let my father crawl by ear the next morning.

Get up. In order not to let my parents find out, I launched a guerrilla war with them.

I quickly turned off the lights when they came and turned them on when they left. However, there is politics above.

There are policies on the top and countermeasures on the bottom. Dad pretended to walk into the room and closed the door, but in fact the man was still outside.

I was cheated. My dad came in and scolded me and turned off the room switch. Ke yaogao

A foot, the devil is ten feet high. He didn't expect me to have another hand: a flashlight! Because dad's not here.

When I saw the light, I hid under the bed and looked at it. It's boring to hide inside, just take a breath and go on.

Look, even dad, I can't help it.

Books have brought me endless fun and many "nutrients"-like sunshine,

Like rain and dew, nourish my little tree to grow sturdily!

I like reading.

Open a book, the world will be big, and the heart will be suddenly enlightened.

Seven years ago that afternoon, the rain outside the window was like tears in my heart.

Bananas in front of the house. "A girl, just read some books and don't have to go to school!" paternal

Words like thunder always explode in my ears.

When depressed, just open a book and come to a few lines. "This hand jersey as new.

And the grave has been arched, pathetic! Yesterday, Jiangling in Xiao Yi fell into a trap. He did not hesitate to destroy calligraphy and painting at the expense of the country. white poplar

Guang Jiangdu capsized, but he recovered the books and did not mourn his death. What is written by human nature cannot be forgotten in life and death.

Hey? Or is providence too meager to enjoy this stunner? Restrain the dead from knowing, but still weigh a catty.

Cherish gold and refuse to stay on earth? Hard to get, but easy to lose! "Because out of context.

I don't know why, but one of them, "God is still humble, not enough to appreciate this stunner.

Industry? "I am too apt, so I reread this article and can't wait. You won't know until you read it.

In those days, the helplessness and loss of Yi 'an lay man crossed thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and now it is on me.

Let's go She is for the lost cultural relics and ancient books, and I am for the lost reading and learning. Because the same body.

The pain of illness, so I pity her, pity her, in fact, not pity myself, pity myself.

I borrowed all the places where I could borrow books, read all her books and wrote something about her.

Books. She, the goddess of gone with the world, I was deeply impressed by her charm. But most of history is just remembered.

She lives in her "People are Thinner than Yellow Flowers", and the Shuangxi grasshopper boat, which can't bear much worries, is designated for her.

The word "slow" represents a sad image of a dead woman. At first, I imitated

Seeing her old age, the Buddha was alone in a deserted small courtyard, looking north by the door, and the autumn wind swept the colorful.

Fallen leaves lingered in front of the door. Slowly, she told me: Yes, she was sad, but she

Worry rarely stays, but more is that "northerners are not used to listening" and their families hate the country; She's worried.

She is more worried about herself than the world. "Mulan is a good girl ... I hope she crosses the Huaihe River."

Her inner struggle and crying is no less than that of the famous minister Zong Ze at his deathbed.

"Cross the river!" However, what she saw was the false prosperity of Qing 'an Capital and the implication of Yue Fei.

Hate can't leave, cry out the blood and tears of the national righteous; All she saw was "talent is not a woman's business"

Appeared openly on the epitaph of the granddaughter kissed by the patriotic poet Lu You.

Write by hand and praise it. She has nothing to say, look around at the world where there are no similar women, and then look around.

Knowing each other, she had to chew alone. She didn't give up, she rebelled against the world with her heart.

Sadness is beautiful. "Life is a hero, death is a ghost male. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

"Among them, true feelings and lofty aspirations need a thousand-year evaluation." Autumn wind and autumn rain are terrible, "she finally said.

Waiting for my bosom friend, but time flies, it has been more than three thousand years. at present

In retrospect, I was lucky to meet the goddess of troubled times thousands of years ago when I was helpless and depressed.

A "see" her charming charm; How lucky I am, when I am about to despair, I can compare with a thousand years ago.

I see, there is a life called resisting the world.

It is true that my family is poor. Compared with the troubled times three thousand years ago, it is so small.

Not enough; Compared with that era thousands of years ago, the residual poison of "it is useless for women to study" is also the same.

That's not worth mentioning. Li Qingzhao, in that turbulent and dark age, can still be like a yellow flower.

The thin body struggles with the world and makes itself extraordinary. I, there is no reason to give up.