I like reading since I was a child. In the bright sunshine, spread a book on your leg, smell the faint smell of ink on the thin paper, put a glass of water next to it, and listen to the beautiful sound of the wind blowing the pages open. In order to cultivate my love of reading, my mother installed a small red bookshelf on the wall at home. I always stand in front and look up at those colorful brochures. I know that my love for books has been deeply imprinted in my heart since then.
Whether it's a thick and solemn dictionary, a delicate and touching novel, a collection of ethereal and fragrant essays, or a penetrating and sincere short story, they all make me understand the truth and purity of life, or the vastness of the world and the infinity of knowledge, but the book that has the deepest influence on me is Try Again. I have always been bad at math. No matter how hard I attend classes and study, my grades will always be around 80. After several tests, the results have not changed much. I feel a little disheartened and want to give up my efforts. My mother didn't say much when she saw my broken jar. I don't want to make progress or retreat. On my birthday, someone gave me a book called Try Again. This is an unremarkable book with a light blue cover, elegant and ordinary. It tells the story of a college student who worked hard in the business world after graduation, failed many times and eventually became a millionaire. The plot is not fashionable, even a bit trite, but one sentence impressed me deeply. "When you fail many times, don't give up, because if you lose your belief in success at this time, your previous failures will be in vain. Every failure is a test of your success. If you fail again, you will be one step closer to success. Try again, maybe you will succeed. " This book tells me two short sentences, but it is also a profound truth for me. I know mom's good intentions. In the future study, whenever I feel sad and depressed after failure, I will think of this book and try again. I always say to myself, "Try again and I will succeed." Finally, my math score jumped to the top of my class. Facing my progress, I smiled, my mother smiled, and I think that book also smiled.
In fact, I really should thank this book. The book not only gave me a lot of tangible knowledge, but also injected me with a lot of intangible power, taught me a lot of profound truths and pointed out the direction for my life voyage. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, no matter how gorgeous the rainbow is, it will disappear, but as long as there are books to cherish, it will become eternal beauty.
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