The story of the bookcase 1 There are three bookcases in my home. They all live in the study and are good friends of our family. They are trains full of knowledge. No matter how old we are, they always accompany our family silently. There are many knowledgeable and unknown "Teacher No.1" living in the bookcase. They are my best "consultants" and my closest partners.
Of the three bookcases, the oldest is grandpa's bookcase. Open its door, the creaking sound is like playing an old nostalgic song. However, I seldom communicate with it, because it is too profound, and most of them are books I can't understand, such as Kangxi Dictionary and Ancient Literature Review published in the Republic of China, all of which have an unreachable taste. Grandpa usually lives in my aunt's house. Every time he goes home, he always cleans up the books inside and rummages through them. It can be seen from grandpa's expression that they are grandpa's old friends. This bookshelf has been painted deep red, and the paint on the book has peeled off. It is obviously old, and it has become as old as grandpa. Looking at grandpa's bookcase, it seems to be listening to an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes telling a difficult and bumpy past.
The second child is my father's bookcase, which is close to my grandfather's bookcase, just like father and son. I seem to see my childhood father holding grandpa's hand for a walk! It is more imposing than the "old man", with shiny black paint and bright glass, and the books inside are getting better and better. Dad's books are not as abstruse as grandpa's and easier to understand. There are old photos, out-of-print Yangtze River, revolutionary knowledge, Wuhan conference war and so on. Not only my father likes these books, but I also like them. I have learned a lot from them. Dad's bookcase is like a high-spirited young man, striding on the road of life.
Huh? Whose bookcase is so cute? Haha, it's mine! There are hundreds of books such as Naughty Ma Xiaotiao, Diary for Girls, Diary for Boys, Extraordinary Mom, and Encyclopedia for Children. Because I have few books, there are some magazines my parents like to read in the bookcase, such as novel monthly, national geography and world architecture. Among them, I like world architecture best. After reading World Architecture, I also designed some buildings, including the Century Hotel and China Tower in my mind. Although it looks ridiculous, the design inspiration gained by reading books still makes me feel a little fulfilled! My bookcase is like a naughty boy, playing happily and studying hard!
Three bookcases and three stories. I like the three bookcases in my house. After listening to my introduction, do you also like reading?
Story of bookcase 2 My mother is a teacher. When she was very young, she taught me to recite three-character classics and ancient poems, and she read me picture books every day. At that time, my mother specially prepared a plastic box for me, which was full of interesting picture books. Every night, my mother will open the box and let me choose my favorite picture book and read it to me gently.
Later, I went to primary school. After learning pinyin, I can read phonetic books by myself. It feels good to be able to read by yourself! Since then, my reading has increased rapidly. Every month, my mother will take me to the bookstore and move back a lot of books. There are more and more books and boxes, just like a greedy fat man. Finally, one day, even the lid can't be closed! Mom said, "No, the box is too small. We have to change a bigger bookshelf. " After careful selection, I have a beautiful little bookshelf and stand beside my little bed in high spirits. I like my little bookshelf very much. I numbered all my books, made a list and put them neatly on the small bookshelf. Reading in front of the bookshelf is my happiest time every day.
With the growth of my grade, my literacy is constantly improving, which gives me more choices in reading. I like historical stories, beautiful fairy tales, animal novels, prose collections, poetry collections ... books attract me like magnets. In a lot of reading, I feel like a sponge, constantly absorbing the nutrition in the book and enriching my knowledge. However, so many books are piled up on the bookshelf like hills, and the small bookshelf seems to be unable to support it. At that time, just in time for the second renovation of our home, my mother specially asked the carpenter to make several large bookcases in the study, one of which was specially used to hold my books! But with the passage of time, even the big bookcase can't hold my books now. You see, I am "occupying" my parents' bookcase bit by bit!
Reading makes me happy. A cupboard full of books enriched my life and lit up my childhood. Oh, the story of the bookcase, the story of me and books!
Story of bookcase 3 There are countless bookcases in our family. Wood, iron; Big, small and so on, but I have always had a soft spot for grandma's old wooden bookcase, not because it is beautiful, not because it is spacious, but because it records my happy childhood.
In my memory, it is like a sea of happiness and an eternal paradise with sunshine. It was empty at first, only a few small picture books I called "biscuit paper". I fell in love with them as soon as I went to kindergarten at that time. Although I only told stories like "Little hippo loves to take a bath", I learned a lot of words in a short time, which laid the foundation for future reading.
In the first and second grades, there was already a grid in the bookcase. After reading some books and knowing some words, you can finish reading a novel and magazine smoothly. First of all, my brother gave me some Youth Expo and novels bought by my grandfather. I not only gradually understood writing, but also gained a lot of extra-curricular knowledge, such as distinguishing between right and wrong in the world.
By the third and fourth grades, these books can no longer satisfy my greedy heart. I began to read Chinese and foreign classics crazily, and the bookcase was filled with seven or eight squares in an instant. I am like a sheep. These books are like nutrient-rich but incomprehensible stalks. I ruminated repeatedly and insisted on grinding them to pieces. Until now, I still often ruminate. In the past two years, the knowledge in books has improved my writing level qualitatively, and the bookcase has become more and more "full of food".
When I was in the fifth grade, I fell in love with popular science books again, which not only helped me learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge, but also gave me a brand-new vision when writing my composition. One summer vacation, I asked my knowledgeable dad to admit his failure and said that he didn't know much. Now I know astronomy, but I don't know geography. What benefited me most was Darwin's trip to Beagle.
Now, my bookcase is about to burst, but my feelings for it have not diminished. As soon as I see it, I will think of those happy old days.