The breeze poured in, and the house was full of ink. I took a deep breath of the air I was fascinated with, and then slowly spit it out, leaving only the sound of pages turning uneasily in my ears.
I stared at the yellowed pages, and there was a mellow smell inside. Suddenly, there was only a blank around, and the air was mixed with faint ink.
I am stupefied to explore, what am I looking for? Or, what is calling me? The empty world is boring. I didn't say anything, I walked slowly under my feet, and the fragrance was still circulating around me.
Suddenly, vague words appeared in the dazzling white. I got a fright and stood at my feet: Really? That's it! That's what I was looking for. The misty fog covered my eyes, but I kept breathing the humid air mixed with Chen Xiang. I was shocked and rushed to the unknown. The fog gradually dissipated, revealing a green corner ahead.
I was overjoyed and ran to it! But suddenly, there was a harsh cicada singing in my ear. I suddenly looked up and found that nothing had changed. Conan was just a dream. The ink in the air is getting stronger and stronger, the red clouds outside the window have disappeared, but Ziyun is floating leisurely.
Sometimes, there is a thin line between dreams and reality. Just like Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, I wonder whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming butterflies or butterflies dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou. Really? Who knows? I erased the distractions in my heart and said: what remains unchanged is the book that accompanied me all the way.
Reading is like drinking tea. A pot of good tea is used by some people to quench their thirst. After drinking two or three mouthfuls, they will see the bottom, unaware of its taste; Some people taste it slowly, consider it carefully, and send it to their mouths with a burst of fragrance. During the period, the taste is changeable, which is really sad! The same is true of reading. I don't think people who take reading as their task will read much.
Calm down, put aside worldly things and hold a book. It's also fun! On my long and short life, I am accompanied by a faint book fragrance. The joy and interest in reading can't be expressed in words.
Books, like a quiet path, lead people to the vast sky; Books, like a blue sea, make people intoxicated in this blue; Books are like a little firefly, guiding people who are lost in the dark ... They bring me a pure world, a free sky and a soothing fragrance. Reading, reading is not only words, but also a state of mind and self-cultivation.
May I take all the books and March bravely into the unknown! .
2. The composition "All the way to the book" 600 words If I say that I am a lost person who is at a loss in the face of huge knowledge, then the book is a signpost that points me in the direction; If I am a flower lost in leisure, then books are the source of my strength to grow again; If I lose bees in my busy life, then a book is a butterfly that understands that I should live happily; If I can't see my own ink line in sawtooth, curl and waves ... then this book will face up to my ruler again ... At the moment I met the book, I planted a small seed in my heart.
Reading makes us full of vitality; Reading lets us sow our dreams; Love books makes us fly. Because of his love of reading, Chen Jingrun taught himself, took off the jewel in the crown of mathematics and became a famous mathematician. Because he likes reading, Edison became a world-famous invention king from a peasant child who didn't finish reading in the first grade of primary school; Because he likes reading and uses other people's leisure time to read and write, Mr. Lu Xun translated more than 1000 notes in his life. Here I am as essential as eating and sleeping, curled up in that sea, accomplished the same great goal as Flower Blossom, and got my doctorate. Because I like reading; If I lose my bee in a busy day, I'm afraid someone will take it away.
Reading makes us full of vitality; Because I like reading. Later, the ideal; Reading allows us to sow our dreams, so books are a sign that points me in the right direction. Why are there so many nursery rhymes hidden in her belly? Chen Jingrun is a self-taught student, so books are the source of my desperate growth. The seeds of reading have begun to sprout quietly in my heart. My mother smiled and told me that she got it from a book. Zhang Haidi made unremitting efforts in hardships, sitting in a bright classroom, with the support of countless characters in the book, reading and writing in the rest time of others. oh If I were a flower lost in leisure, my heart would itch. At that moment.
And I, as a famous mathematician, sowed a small seed, not a person who is still wandering in the world, and wrapped it in a book cover. Mr. Lu Xun translated more than 10 million words of works in his life.
Finally, after the book is washed, then the book is a butterfly that knows that it should live happily and eagerly read an article with both quality and beauty. Reading is in my heart.
When we met, I finally got my first book, the vast grassland, like hungry seedlings, greedily sucked the rain; Love of books has made us soar and become a great thinker, writer and famous writer in China, not only learning many foreign languages; If I were sawtooth, then this book would face my ruler again ... when I met the book, the waves were rough ... and I couldn't see my own ink line. At that time, it was a kind of longing and expectation, holding it carefully. Because I like reading, and reading is endless, I became me. Once I asked my mother curiously. Later, I guessed the mystery between the lines in Mo Xiang and became a world-famous invention king. My mother whispered catchy nursery rhymes, and I was like a treasure. These two words have planted the seeds of hope in my heart, and I went to school; Because I like reading, I won the jewel in the crown of mathematics, just like a wonderful song rippling in my heart: a few years later, I imagined that Edison was a peasant child who had not finished the first grade of primary school.
Books; Because I like reading. With the growth of age, "grass" has been found, and "fruit trees are about to bear fruit". He works so hard that even when I babble, he often holds his chin in his hand. Because of this, if I am a lost person, I don't know how to eat in the face of huge knowledge, the sky and the land full of books.
3. composition: if you want to write all the way to the book, you must write it yourself. Today, I want to introduce you to a good friend.
"He" is square and looks ordinary, but it contains great energy. Guess who he is? That's right! "He" is a book! To say how I made such good friends and developed the habit of reading, I have to start from my childhood. When I was a child, my mother not only sang lullabies and children's songs to me, but also subscribed to Baby Pictorial and Children's Pictorial and told me interesting stories every night until I fell asleep listening to those magical stories.
Later, when I grew up, I could walk and talk. I'm always curious about everything new. Every time I go to play with my neighbors' brothers and sisters, I always see them reading colorful books.
So, I ran back to my mother and gestured anxiously, looking like a clumsy bear dancing. My mother immediately understood my intention and bought a fairy tale book to read to me. Every time I am infected by the story in the book: I am excited, sad and happy ... In the fairy tale world, with Snow White Cinderella, I gradually grew up, went to the first grade, learned pinyin, and finally could read by myself.
Enjoy reading, books have been integrated into my life: I take books to school and leave them at home. When I went to other people's homes, I didn't forget to hold them and suck the knowledge inside with relish. From magical fairy tales, I like campus stories, such as small peas in grade one and small melons in grade one, which are so close to my primary school life that I can't help laughing when I look at them.
Since then, this book has officially become my friend and my partner. With the company of books, my life is full of fun.
Sometimes books are humorous, and I laugh when they rise, and no one reads them; Sometimes the mystery in the book is endless, which makes me forget all about eating and sleeping and want to find out; Sometimes this book is very sad and gripping, and I can't help but be moved to tears ... It moved me for the first time, and I still remember "first left foot, then right foot". This is an ordinary picture book, but it is full of the best feelings of human beings.
The little boy Bobby is very close to his grandfather Bob, who taught him to walk. Bobby and Barber grew up together. Their favorite thing is to play with an old box of building blocks. However, shortly after Bobby's sixth birthday, Bob had a stroke. When his family was disappointed with Bob's recovery, Bobby used the old box of building blocks to awaken his memory, just as his grandfather taught him to walk when he was a child, so Bobby taught Bob.
"Listen, first left foot, then right foot" is a beautiful sentence that lingers in my ear for a long time. Harmonious family relationship inspires my heart to be beautiful in love and affection. Books, wisdom, beauty and greatness! It is the ladder of human progress and an indispensable partner in our life.
With you all the way, the book is overflowing! I am very happy to have you all the way.
4. The whole academic composition book with 600 words describing the environment, 1. Sitting by the window, the bright moon is still there. The moonlight glides down from the window magnificently, like silk ... I don't know who pushed this full moon into the sky. I looked at the full moon as a mirror and the silent night, feeling extremely disappointed.
Tell my story to the moon, tell my troubles. In the last few days of the third grade, the exam results hit my heart again and again, constantly sounding the alarm. The moon hangs high on the branches, and the moonlight sweeps sadly to the earth, adding to my sadness.
At the beginning of the above two paragraphs, the first paragraph States that the moon is bright, in order to render a sad atmosphere for the story.
2. The sunset is like blood, reflecting the beach in early summer. Looking at the waves is very awkward; Smelling the sea breeze, salty; Listen to the waves and spray water.
The waves are like songs, and every sentence is full of passion. The waves come up, rush to the beach and beat the rocks. Every note is so moving and powerful, like a symphony of fate.
After walking the mossy stone road, we crossed a pile of crooked fences and pushed open the creaking door. A window is embedded in the old blue brick wall. Enough paper has long since disappeared, leaving only panes covered with red silk threads of different lengths. The red silk rope swayed helplessly in the wind, like someone who was sad, and like a faint light that could not be blown away.
Features: overlapping words, metaphor, parallelism, giving the context of the story to be told, burying suspense to attract readers.
Purple clouds filled the whole sky, including a bloody sunset. Such a warm picture shows the warmth and calmness of "the sunset is the most beautiful", which is intoxicating and fascinating.
Writing about the sunset is mainly to lay the foundation for writing about your life feelings below, which is an emotional trigger. )
The evening breeze blew the last wave of ripples on the river, the sunset put away the last afterglow, and the autumn frost watched the last goose return. We stood quietly, our eyes wandering on the distant door of memory. When a lot has faded, we can at least say to ourselves, "Don't be sad, I have experienced that feeling, although only once."
Through the description of "evening breeze", "sunset glow" and "autumn frost", the mood of the characters at this time is set off.
6, cold wind, rare stars, residual clouds.
A hidden moon rises from the river like an illusion, attracting thousands of lights. I sat by the window alone, listening to the creaking of the wooden window, telling my sad mood, and my heart was even more uneasy.
"Do I really find happiness now?" I kept walking around thinking about your tearful eyes. The sandwich on the table whispered, I have given up your sadness and desolation. Looking at that extremely heavy piece of paper, my heart was already wet and full of regret, and my thoughts drifted involuntarily. ...
7. At sunset, the tide receded and the tourists on the shore dispersed. The fiery red clouds dyed half the sky red. The evening breeze bursts, and my heart feels a little lonely. I stared at her face, and that smile, faint and sweet, melted people at once.
This is the last flower in summer. It swayed in the evening breeze and seemed to fall down, but it stubbornly grasped the branch. All summer, it has been fighting against the night breeze. Finally, the first autumn wind blows, it struggles to fall, and leaves in summer with the fall of the last petal.
9. A faint cloud is floating, a faint wind is blowing, and a faint lake is flowing. Everything is faint, so quiet. Now, nothing has happened, and her faint smile remains ... which makes me warm and unforgettable.
10, the end of spring, the alternation of seasons, everything seems to be afraid of hot summer, even the blooming spring red dare not throw into the arms of mother earth. The original red and green branches are now only dotted, but the earth is covered with colorful carpets. In the warm sunshine, only the fallen branches stand alone, waiting for the next spring.
5. Book fragrance and composition tea can make me drunk. I don't need wine. Books can make me fragrant, so I don't need flowers.
Along the way, books are accompanied and fragrant. Yi An in the book is perhaps the most fragrant.
"Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei." At this time, Yi 'an, a young girl, is carefree and carefree, without the fetters of life experience and worldly troubles, but only the beauty and infinite talent of closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers.
Looking back at this smell, it takes up all the scenery in summer, and I can't help but think of the moment of my heartbeat. Adolescence, flowers bloom all year round, and at that moment of life, fragrance blooms and beauty is visible.
"Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there." At this moment, Yi An is young and carefree in love and can't help hurting spring. Spring always fades away in obscurity. At this time, Yi 'an had nothing but helpless flowers and deja vu.
Spring red fades, and summer green grows silently. Only the fragrance of begonia does not wither because of spring. "You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "
The fragrance of begonia seems to have been accompanied by Yi 'an until his later years. As she wrote, "it's the spring season after the flowering of begonia."
This is not so much a memory of Haitang as an endless memory of youth. Time has passed, and the fragrance of begonia still lingers.
"This flower is not comparable to a group of flowers." Plum blossom may be Yi 'an's favorite flower. Maybe Yi 'an doesn't understand the truth that plum blossoms come from bitter cold, but it's just a simple love. Love the beauty of this plum blossom and the intoxicating fragrance of this plum blossom.
Maybe this is not only about plum blossom, but also about herself. As a woman, Yi An is somewhat complacent. She is the beloved daughter of her parents and the beloved wife of her husband. She has this proud capital and thinks she has infinite fragrance.
Unfortunately, in old age, everything has changed. As she wrote, "plum blossoms are often drunk in the snow every year."
She never imagined that meeting plum blossom again turned out to be such a state of mind. The plum blossom in front of me seems to have never changed, except for Zhao Mingcheng's warm hand. Such a beautiful past always makes people feel sad. "What is intoxicating is not wine, but the fragrance of this moment, the tranquility and beauty of this moment. The plum blossoms in the hands fall off one by one, and the fragrance disappears little by little, just like the withering of Yi 'an.
I also want to go back to the beginning, to the original fragrance, where time never seems to begin. Silently closing this yellowed book, it seems that a dying Yi 'an appears in front of me, and it seems to smell the fragrance of these flowers.
6. How to write an essay about the happy growth of the book all the way into the dream kingdom?
The three matches polished by the little match girl lit up her last dream, and at the same time lit up the door to the fairy tale world, a dream kingdom of eternal beauty and justice. As you can imagine, a child who can just distinguish chickens, ducks and geese is surprised when he hears that an ugly duckling can become an elegant and beautiful white swan. Simple and lovely "three little pigs" and gentle and considerate "seven little lambs" remind me of simple nature; Snow White, Thumbelina and Cinderella make me believe that every kind girl can find a prince who cherishes them. There are cruel queens, terrible witches and evil monsters in fairy tales, but they are not the theme. In the fairy tale world, light always dispels darkness, and the beauty of justice overcomes the ugliness of evil.
Until now, I still put fairy tales at my fingertips, because fairy tales make people dare to imagine, believe, create and break through all the impossible.
Break into the novel world
As I grew older, fairy tales gradually failed to satisfy my exploration of the real society, so I began to read novels and understand the changes in life and the world.
What impressed me most was Gorky's autobiographical novel trilogy-Childhood, On Earth and My University. Gorky's incomplete childhood, all kinds of hardships in the world, and the life accompanied by books when he grew up, is such an incredible life for me.
My favorite novel, which is also the most accomplished domestic work in my mind, is A Dream of Red Mansions. Although A Chinese Odyssey and A Dream of Red Mansions are all the rage, I still love the original works. Although I want to look up some rare words in a big dictionary, I just like them. I like it not only because of the gorgeous rhetoric, but also because of the amazing sentences everywhere; Moreover, Cao Xueqin created a poetic Lin Daiyu with poetic language. Although she is a little arrogant and willful, I just like her frankness and clarity. So I often hold a dream of red mansions until late at night, and my homework is delayed.
Approaching ancient classics
Once, I accidentally dug out a book "Selected Poems of Past Dynasties" from my grandfather's study. It is an antique thread-bound book. It looks very old and the paper is yellow, but the dark blue cover exudes the mystery of this book from history. Open the book, and the time goes back to thousands of years ago. So the dazzling pre-Qin prose and the bright autumn moon in the Han Palace shine first. Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong and Yan Shu followed closely. I plunged into the long river of time, looking back heartily and savoring history.
All the way, all the way. When I was growing up, good books accompanied me. In the future, I will make friends with the classics and experience different times, different regions and different people.
Along the way, all the way to grow.
7. The whole academic composition book with 600 words describing the environment, 1. Sitting by the window, the bright moon is still there. The moonlight slid down from the window brilliantly, like silk, like silk ... I don't know who pushed this full moon into the sky. I looked at the full moon as a mirror and the silent night, feeling extremely disappointed. I told my story and my troubles to the moon. It keeps ringing alarm bells for me. The moon hangs high on the branches, and the moonlight sweeps sadly to the earth, adding to my sadness. (At the beginning of the above two paragraphs, the first paragraph states that the bright moon is in the sky, in order to render a sad atmosphere for the story. The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the beach in early summer. Looking at the waves, boundless; Smelling the sea breeze, salty; Listening to the waves, the waves are like songs, and every sentence is full of passion. The waves are rough, rushing to the beach and hitting the rocks. Every note is so moving and powerful, like a symphony of fate. 3. Walk through the mossy stone road, cross a pile of crooked fences, push open the creaking wooden door, and a window is embedded in the old one. Only the horizontal and vertical grids are hung with long and short HongLing ropes. The red silk rope swings helplessly in the wind, like who is sad, and like a faint sadness that can't be blown away ... (Features: overlapping words, metaphor, parallelism, giving the happening environment of the story to be told, burying suspense to attract readers. ) 4. Purple clouds covered the whole piece. Such a warm picture shows the warmth and calmness of "the sunset is the most beautiful", which is intoxicating and fascinating. (From the full text of Bringing the Beauty of Dawn to Lost Me in Jingzhou, Hubei Province. Writing the sunset scene is mainly to pave the way for writing my own life feelings below, which is an emotional trigger. The evening breeze blew the last ripple on the river, and the sunset put away the last touch. Autumn frost watched the last goose return. We stood quietly, our eyes wandering on the door of distant memory. When many have withered, we can at least say to ourselves, "Don't be sad, I have experienced that feeling, although only once." The descriptions of Night Wind, Sunset and Autumn Frost set off the mood of the characters at this time. ) 6. The cold wind is cold and sparse. I kept walking around thinking about your tearful eyes. The sandwich on the table whispered, I gave up your sadness and desolation. Looking at that extremely heavy paper, my heart was already wet and full of regrets, and my thoughts drifted involuntarily ... 7. At sunset, the tide receded and the tourists on the shore dispersed. The fiery red clouds dyed half the sky red. The evening breeze makes people blend in at once. This is the last flower in summer. It swayed in the evening breeze and seemed to fall down, but it stubbornly grasped the branch. All summer, it struggled with the night breeze. Finally, the first autumn wind blows, it struggles to fall, and leaves in summer with the fall of the last petal. 9. The faint clouds are fluttering and the faint wind is blowing. Now, nothing grows, but her faint smile still ... makes me warm and unforgettable. 10, late spring, the alternation of seasons, everything seems to be afraid of that hot summer, even the blooming spring red dare not throw into the arms of mother earth. Originally red and thin branches, now stars are scattered, but the earth is covered with colorful carpets. Warm.
8. All the way to the book, all the way to the spring breeze composition 700 words. This is how I taste this book and enjoy the wonderful bits and pieces in it.
There was a clear saying in ancient times: "Know what it is, know what it is and then know it." Want to learn more knowledge, understand the principle of food, reading, is the best choice.
The University, The Doctrine of the Mean, Mencius and The Analects of Confucius are all Confucian classics. Among them, there are some basic ways of self-cultivation, such as Tao, reason, virtue, righteousness, benevolence, faith and sincerity. It is the "capital" of educating people.
Walking into a book is like walking into a castle of knowledge. It may not be gorgeous, but it is a comfortable place.
Books not only let you learn knowledge, but also let you participate in a "cultural journey".
Books are for tasting. Incense is used to smell. Everyone needs a delicate heart.
Books, like spring breeze, melt my heart;
Books, like a leaf, dye my world green;
A book is like a cup of coffee. Only by tasting it carefully can you taste it.
The book is a landscape painting with mountains, water and people.
Books are light music, one after another, with an orderly rhythm.
There is an activity in the school to select "Little Bookworm", and I have never been elected. Maybe I haven't read enough books, maybe my reading experience is not profound, but I know that books are never used for reading, but for tasting. Staying in the book for a long time will make you happier.
There is no jealousy or envy when you see books in other people's hands.
I took out one of all the books, which was a collection of poems by Tagore, a great writer.
"The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet before you meet." Ah, how poetic! Since reading this book, I have fallen in love with poetry and wandered between articles and poems.
"The twelfth floor is self-evident". I really want a small building with my own books, just like Mr. Hu Pinqing, sitting in a tall building and reading quietly by moonlight. Feel the sadness of "a small west building is expensive to cry for the moon" and the bitterness of "color enters a high-rise building, and someone upstairs is worried".
In my opinion, the life with a good book and poetry is happy.
9. Have you ever paid attention to every child who walks in this sea of books? Every day, they always take a few good books and spend their leisure time in groups of three or five, or live under the porch or stop at the pavilion to talk about their gains and ideals. Looking at these engaging teenagers, I understand what it means to be "covered in poetry books". Once upon a time, I came back from Andersen's fairy tales and brought back a colorful dream. I dreamed that the little match girl held her mother's hand and sat by the warm stove to imagine her hope! Once upon a time, I came back from Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties and brought back wonderful poems. I saw the poet Li Bai standing at the window, staring at the moonlight. That faint homesickness has passed through all the haze. Once upon a time, I came back from "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" and brought back a tearful song. I heard that A Bing, a blind man, is telling his unyielding heart with his beloved erhu.
After reading an essay, I feel the bitterness of my heart and intestines in the lingering sadness; After watching a drama, there are touching shocks in twists and turns; Reading a poem, I read Qingyuan beyond the common customs in implicit conciseness; Reading novels has achieved a shocking yearning in the ebb and flow of the tide. We dabble in this vast sea of books, we think, we sharpen, we plant books to let lonely people open up another world, books point out the most correct direction for confused people, books jump on the piano keyboard, the most euphemistic voice, books project too much light in our lives, no one hesitates in the world of books, books are lighthouses by the sea to guide lost ships, music jumps in the sea of books, and the melody of books jumps between fingers.