Summer afternoon, sitting in the study, having a cup of tea, waiting for a meter of sunshine to come in from the window and shine on the book, warm and wanton book fragrance,
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Books, like a wonderful flower in the poetry garden, let us wake up and forge ahead in adversity; Books, like beautiful shells, let us revel in her brilliance and beauty in our spare time; Books, like light blue wind chimes, let us listen to her songs at the first time.
I have inexplicable feelings for books. I remember that since I was a toddler, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books.
When I was a child, I always liked to watch some childish fairy tales, pestering my mother to tell me stories that I thought were mysterious, and then I was immersed in fairy tales with great interest, dreaming warm and weak dreams. In the fairy tale country, light the fireworks that belong to me only.
When I was a little older, with the growth of age and knowledge, I began to read novels-First, Dream of Red Mansions, a national treasure in China's four classical novels, saw its twists and turns and moving plots; Then Mitchell's Gone with the Wind saw the true meaning of life. Then I watched Gorky's Childhood and Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and I was fascinated. So I learned that although writers express their true selves in different ways, I can feel what they want to convey in their hearts.
As I get older, I am gradually attracted by ancient poetry. I am fascinated by "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream." Bright and clean, I advocate "yellow sand wears golden armor, and it will not be returned after being broken." Tragedy I was as happy as heaven and sighed, "at the same time, the end of the world is reduced to people, and we meet." We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "My sigh, my son and I are looking forward to" having a million buildings, and all the poor people in the world are happy. " My wish is "when the sun goes down, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." The wanderer is sad because "one day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sail and cross the deep sea." Full of lofty sentiments and aspirations ......
The book brought me into the palace of literature and gave me an imaginative mind, a pair of eyes to see the world and a glib mouth. Books, like mountains and rivers, are endless forever, but now are you willing to walk into books with curiosity and walk past reading?
Whenever I encounter unhappiness or pressure in my life, the company of books makes me no longer lonely. The book is my best friend. Stepping on the heart bridge built by the author with words, I gradually achieve spiritual communication, followed by the relief of mood and pressure, which is the hope of tomorrow.
Books nourish my ordinary life, no matter whether the distance is full of rosy clouds or overcast clouds, I will stick to it-because books accompany me and I wander in the boundless ocean of literature!