What is 1 civilization? Civilization is actually a harmonious relationship between people and a kind of more care for others. Did you pick up a piece of paper when you saw it? Do you respect a disabled person when you meet him? When you meet a smiling face, do you return the favor? I'm sorry, did you say that? I think it's not difficult to be civilized. Civilization can be seen everywhere, but it is often ignored by people.
Once, my mother took me to dinner with her friend, and there was a boy about my age at the same table. I greeted him voluntarily, and he looked a little shy. Because it was my mother's treat, I offered to pour water and vegetables for my aunt. I also gently transfer the dishes that boys like to eat to him, take the initiative to chat with him and pour him drinks. Gradually, I became familiar with that boy, and we served everyone together, talking and laughing, in harmony. Mother and her friends all say that we are "little gentlemen". I think this should be a civilization.
Everyone knows the story of "Kong Rong makes pears". Kong Rong knew from an early age that his brothers and sisters were funny, united and friendly, and set an example for the whole family. Since then, this story has been circulated for thousands of years and has become a model of civilized comity.
In my opinion, when we are in public, we must also pay attention to our words and deeds, and we must not throw scraps of paper or spit everywhere. I remember once on a bus, a man threw his finished banana peel into the trash can in public, but he didn't throw it into the bucket. The banana peel "reluctantly" fell to the ground and stood out in the clean carriage. The passengers next to him disdained to look at him, but he was indifferent. I got up and picked up the banana peel and put it in the trash can next to me. Suddenly, I felt a sense of accomplishment, and everyone in the same car cast a favorable look.
We middle school students learn civilized manners, not only verbally, but more importantly in action. We should integrate civilization into our study and life, and let the flowers of civilization bloom in each of our hearts, starting from me and starting from the little things around us. A person's civilization embodies the civilization of a family; The civilization of a family embodies the civilization of a society, a society and a country. A small civilization may be insignificant, but together, it will make us proud that we are China people and have a civilized country.
Finally, let's remember together: "Every one of us takes a small step, and society takes a big step."
It is everyone's responsibility to create a civilized city.
Holding hands with excellent compositions 2 Memories are like choppy waves, sometimes ebbing and sometimes backtracking. In this heavy wave, the most violent wave is the autumn when I was 14 years old.
When I was a child, every time I went out for a walk, I always took the initiative to hold my mother's hand, but with the change of time, I became a big boy. My strong self-esteem makes me feel that holding hands with my mother is a shame and a joke, so I choose to escape and refuse until that happens.
It's time for a walk every day. Just out of the door, you subconsciously took my hand, but I shook it off hard, and your face suddenly showed a puzzled and angry expression. I feel a little sorry and want to save it, but my reason prevented me from doing so. I gave you a deadpan feedback on your anger.
Downstairs, I walked at a normal speed, but you couldn't keep up with me. You tell me to walk slowly from time to time, but when I wait for you, I turn a deaf ear and just walk on my own. I just look back from time to time and stop and wait when you are too far away. I can't help but feel a little touched. Once upon a time, I ran after your footsteps, and my "squeaky" laughter echoed along the way. You will always be with me and never leave me.
My thoughts drifted to the outside of the cloud nine, and when I reached the crossroads, I didn't notice the change of the traffic lights at all and went straight to the road. Suddenly, a quick horn sounded, followed by a loud roar and a harsh brake sound. The sound of tires rubbing against the road is getting closer and closer. I froze, standing in the same place like wood, unable to lift my feet, thinking: It's over! Suddenly, my body was pulled back hard and the car flew by. No, that's death! I turned my head in surprise. I thought it was a kind passerby, but I froze. It is you! But just now, you were more than ten meters behind me. At that moment, I understood everything, and tears "wow" flowed down. I just wanted to ask why, but I saw you panting violently, holding my hand firmly like a pliers, and the other hand pressing on my crazy chest, and I remembered: you have a heart disease! The doctor said not to do strenuous exercise! But you did it for me.
I haven't heard you whispering in my ear for a long time, and my eyes are full of tears, so I hold your hand tightly and smile at you. Instead of blaming me, you smile at me and hold my hand tighter. Autumn wind is blowing, leaves are flying like butterflies, and facing the sunset, a mother and son walk forward hand in hand in the crowd. ...
Snow flowers are floating outside the window, flying all over the sky, gently falling on trees, roofs, villages ..... Loneliness fills the house, as if telling something. At this time, thousands of miles away, there is a light rain. I sat quietly and looked absently out of the window. The trunk is covered with snow, as if wearing a cotton-padded coat, as if picking up pieces of memories for me.
Thousands of miles away, you have been reading the articles I wrote to you, watching the love covered with words, watching the tenderness of love and then healing yourself. In order to restore memory, Mo Wen was injured in the old days, and yesterday's pain has been exhausted. It is the time of love that makes the pain subside. It is love that calmly dispels bitterness, it is clear and sweet boiled water, and it is the same love that makes the pain in memories disappear. Restore memory and clean up Mo Wen's old wounds.
Maybe it's God's blessing that we met again in October, but unfortunately we didn't leave a description of our love. Because we waited too long and lost the fire that ignited the memory. Acquaintance is a kind of fate, and being together is our promise. We can recall Mo Wen's old wounds again, and there is no speculation in the memories of these two little lovers who are uncertain about life and death. On the road of love, we deviated from the direction. At the intersection of feelings, we each turned a corner, thus missing the life of holding hands.
Now we still cling to the pure sky and white dream in our memory. I really want to keep you in my memory and make the once sour plum sweet. Nothing will grow old, and there is no distance between memories. I won't ask you about the accumulated pain. I picked up your leaves and flowers again, but I didn't pick up your fruit. I would rather buy all your pains instead of your sad songs. I would like to send you all the stars, sing all the way, sing all the way.
Brush away the pain in your heart, and please don't be alone with memories and loneliness. Let's trust each other. Enjoy a quiet and happy watch, just to regain your memory and finish what you started. I am willing to be more melancholy for you, but that kind of melancholy is satisfying and so clear. There is only one kind of pain that makes me cry, and please don't ask. Yesterday, everything was still so beautiful, too beautiful to breathe. But I always remember wandering and separation in my diary, so that my thoughts can cross the winter and come to your side. Rain is gentle, and snow is gentle.
Regain the memories, we are forever traveling companions in the memories. When the white clouds are boundless, please feel sorry for the old days in Mo Wen, and let the memories leave traces for our hurried youth.
Snow is gentle, so is rain, turning sadness, fragility and regret into dust.
Holding hands is love, letting go is love.
As the poet said, those beautiful days in the past and those beautiful days will always stay in the depths of memory, lighting up the years and fragrant life. Today, I want to share with you a true and beautiful primary school memory.
In grade one, Meng Shizhe was the first person the class knew, and the first name they remembered was Meng Shizhe. The teacher told us that Meng Shizhe was a child from the stars. He should have lived in a remote fairyland, but he accidentally fell into the world, which was the "blue sky" that landed on the earth. But angels have a very bad temper: they shout at any time in class, knock on the table, bump their classmates' heads against the wall and fly out of the classroom in the blink of an eye. The first time I looked him in the eye, those bottomless eyes made me tremble all over. The students were too scared to go near him. The teacher told us the story of conductor Zhou Zhou, saying: As long as we all give a little love, we can help Meng Shizhe feel the sunshine and smile, and our class will become a beautiful home. She took us personally, chatted with Meng Shizhe during class, cooked him a meal at noon and washed his lunch box ... Unconsciously, it became my unshirkable responsibility and obligation to accompany and take care of Meng Shizhe every day.
On one occasion, Meng Shizhe suddenly flew into a rage, shouted and rushed out of the classroom. I hurried to catch up with the teacher. Because he was a child, he ran fast and soon caught up with Meng Shizhe, who was a little crazy. I grabbed his clothes and he turned around, hitting me and twisting me. I didn't say a word, just hugged him tightly and wouldn't let him run away again. It was not until the teacher caught up that Meng Shizhe let go. Looking at my scratched hands and face, the teacher took me to the infirmary to rub medicine with distress. Back in the classroom, I still accompany and take care of Meng Shizhe as always.
Time is quiet, but years are soft. Accompanying Meng Shizhe is no longer a horrible thing. Now, there is often such a harmonious picture on campus: no matter where Meng Shizhe is going, as long as I stand in front, stretch out my hands, smile and call softly: "Meng Shizhe, let's go back to the classroom!" " "Meng Shizhe will slowly lower his head, come to me with a shy smile, hold my hand and obediently return to the classroom with me.
In spring, the campus is sunny, full of flowers and fresh air. I will hold Meng Shizhe's hand, walk slowly through the fountain, cross the willow tip and listen to the sound of flowers with him.
In winter, I often hold his hand and rub it while teasing him: "Meng Shizhe, shall I be your warm baby?" Meng Shizhe will immediately bow his head shyly, smile and loudly promise: "OK." At this time, the whole class will laugh knowingly.
"The grass is bearing seeds, the wind is shaking the leaves, and we all stand silently." In Gu Cheng's poems, companionship is so simple and beautiful. When everyone said that Meng Shizhe should go to a special school, I helped him patiently and accompanied him under the guidance of the teacher. My classmates often say that I am an angel. I'm very proud. In this world where princes and princesses are rampant, I have submitted a satisfactory answer sheet to my growth with six years' hand in hand. This is a happy answer sheet written with kindness, tolerance and persistence.
Hand in hand with excellent composition 5. These two seemingly simple words contain many different meanings. Some people are afraid to let go after shaking hands; Some people cherish it more because they need to put it down after holding hands.
For me, holding hands is a happy word. When I was a child, I took my parents' warm hands and came to this beautiful world. In this new world, my parents are my only body temperature. They often hold my hand and walk through the storm and the cold and warm journey together. Their hands are so delicate and affectionate. Little me, I feel the support of life in my hand and the calmness when I step.
Holding hands with my parents, I got their teaching and warmth. In the process of holding their hands, I learned to stumble; I learned to count the stars in the sky and sing that interesting and beautiful children's song. I also learned the basic principles of being a man.
Time passes in the ticking bell, and I grow up day by day. My parents let go of my hand and handed me over to the teacher. From then on, I took the teacher's beloved hand and walked into the colorful campus. In this ocean of knowledge, I hold the teacher's hand, braving the wind and waves, and temper myself.
In this vibrant campus, when I lost and failed, I took my friend's warm hand and walked into the space that really belonged to me. In that space, I learned how to face all kinds of people alone. Holding those warm hands, I learned to respect, care, tolerate and encourage each other. We listen to each other's peers and learn from each other's experiences. I also feel this feeling. When I am happy and sad, I hold my friend's hand and share joys and sorrows. What a relief!
It is because I hold hands, big and small, that my life has become colorful. Life, of course, can only be obtained by giving up. Some people are afraid to let go because they hold hands and get happiness. I'm not afraid to let go. It is because of letting go that I can understand myself and become more independent and strong. Let go of my parents' hands, and I learned to stand on my own feet and stop relying on them. Let go of the teacher's hand, and I broke through all kinds of thorns in life with the knowledge taught by the teacher. I learned to think for myself, be responsible for my actions, and understand that the value of life lies in hard work and dedication. Let go of my friend's hand, I learned to dry my tears, face difficulties bravely and increase my confidence.
Just because I let go of these warm, warm and loving hands, I became independent and did everything by myself. So, I began to become like that indomitable grass, growing bravely regardless of wind and rain. The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Let us bravely climb the peak, taste the bitterness of failure, experience the taste of success and experience the ups and downs of life!
In our life, there will be one or several songs that accompany us to grow up and stir our hearts. When the familiar melody rings, I don't know how many memories we have of the past.
CCTV's Echo program is to let us relive the past time with familiar songs.
In the program on March 3rd1Sunday, the famous singer Li Guangxi and his wife, Lady Wei Zi, held hands in "The Echo is Bright", and a sincere "hand in hand" explained their love for more than half a century. They don't like singing, but they like telling us their love stories. "Because they love you, because they dream of your dream, they are sad for your sadness, happy for your happiness, happy for your happiness, because they pass by your road, because they have suffered from you, so they chase you ..." At that moment, time seems to have stopped, and their eyes only have each other, at that moment. At that moment, my eyes were moist and I was moved by their love for more than 50 years.
When Mr. Li Guangxi took out the engagement ring he had prepared for 59 years and put it on Ms. Wei Zi's hand, the audience applauded. At this romantic moment, the host Sisi quickly took the opportunity to say, "Please tell Aunt Wei Zi your true feelings and use those three words that young people often say." The audience was silent, and I held my breath curiously. I wanted to hear with my own eyes how the 83-year-old teacher Li Guangxi said these three words, but Mr. Li Guangxi said shyly, "Let me change three words into five. You are really good." The host said regretfully, "It's too subtle." After listening to this, I smiled with relief. This is their love and this is their confession of "love". There are no fiery words, only unpretentious feelings.
Think about some people in reality. I wonder how many people have said those three words. Today they are with this flower and the moon, and tomorrow they are with that one. "Love" is in their mouth, just like daily life. I wonder how much this love weighs? In their love for more than 50 years, Mr. Li Guangxi and his wife may have never said those three words, so they were so crude and unspeakable on the stage, but they wrote a love movement with their actions. True love is not an empty confession, but should permeate all aspects of life, be caring and attentive when you are sick, seek trouble when you are poor, and never give up when you are rich. True love doesn't have to be vigorous, it doesn't have to be like flowing water, it doesn't have to be vows of eternal love, what is important is the warmth and tacit understanding when looking at each other, and it is a lifelong agreement of "holding your hand and growing old with your son".
Now, when I listen hand in hand again, I have a different feeling and a different touch.
Hand in hand excellent composition 7 "Looking for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light".
Time flies, fleeting, suddenly looking back, sighing the colorful world, joys and sorrows. Counting by our fingers, we have gone through fourteen spring flowers and autumn fruits together, and you are still by my side, persistent and regretless.
At the beginning of my life, I was still learning English. The first time we met, you let me touch the skirts of Du Fu and Li Bai. "It's beautiful when the sun sets, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant". The spring breeze is not intoxicating, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, and the mountains and rivers are a beautiful scenery, what a beautiful picture. "When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate." The bright and lovely moon conveys the children's innocence. Maybe that's what we thought from the beginning. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! On the night of the White Dew Festival, the grass on the roadside is covered with dew, looking at the bright moon in the sky and thinking about my relatives in my hometown. Maybe the moon in my hometown should be brighter!
My childhood slipped through these poems, and when I grew up, I found that you were so charming, and I relied on you to go to youth together.
"Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow." Butterflies who miss flowers are always dancing; The free and easy oriole is humming.
"Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. What is a lotus leaf?". Smell that? The coolness of summer is mixed with a little sweet breath, and there is the phrase "the lotus leaf is infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." The scenery is so beautiful that people are intoxicated and linger.
Growing up, I also went to middle school. I hold your hand and you take me into a wider world.
I feel that my loyalty to Yue Fei is also my blind loyalty to him. I applaud Tao Qian's "five buckets of rice don't bend over" and Dr. Qu's loneliness; I sigh, for the sake of Xin Jiagan's "strong accent and English view, the son of heaven sings three sighs." Also for Wen Tianxiang's "ups and downs". I cried out to comfort Mr. Yu Guangzhong's homesickness of "bending a shallow strait"
Throughout the ages, life has been endless for thousands of years, and your charm of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Your spirit of "national disaster, sudden death"; Your lofty ambition of "strengthening your heart before you get old and being a ghost hero when you die"; Your homesickness "Where is my hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it. "... I am deeply moved and share joys and sorrows with you.
Time flies, in those fleeting years, you and I walked hand in hand through the memory of a thousand years, people woke up from their dreams, and I still have your warmth in my hand.
I would like to talk to Zicheng about life and death. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. "
Holding hands for 8 hours, holding hands is to rely on. My father is here, so am I.
My father is very tall. In my small and short eyes, he is like a tall and stout tree, always giving people a real sense of security, so I always like to put my little hand up and hold my father's powerful big hand.
That time, just after a heavy rain, my father came to pick me up from school. He is holding a bag of rice that looks heavy in both hands. Little me and him, carrying schoolbags, walked together on the road. It has just cleared up, and there is still a lot of wet water on the road. The road is slippery and muddy.
I pulled the strap of my schoolbag tightly, waded through those puddles and walked carefully across the muddy ground. When a car came, I quickly leaned over to my father, stretched out my little hand and tried to hold his hand. My father also stopped at this moment, raised his hands, lifted the bag of rice as high as me, held it in his right hand, freed his left hand and held my outstretched hand.
My father held my hand tightly. His palm is thick and warm. Holding it, he is no longer afraid. At that time, holding hands with my father became my greatest reliance.
When you grow up, holding hands is protection. Father is on the left and I am on the right.
As time goes by, my father gets old, and he is no longer as energetic as before. His leg has rheumatism, and it hurts unbearable when it is cloudy.
It was cloudy when I came home from school. Thinking of my father who was still alone at home, I ran home and saw my father lying in bed, and his legs hurt so much that I couldn't move. I ran forward, holding my father's right hand with my left hand, and holding his shoulder with my right hand to help him sit up slowly. Then I quickly brought the moxa stick box, lit it, pointed it at my father's knee, and carefully smoked it. Father's pale face twisted with pain finally eased. At this time, my father's hand reached out and I held it tightly. Looking at our hands, I suddenly realized that I had grown up and it was time to protect him.
Later, holding hands is longing. Dad is in the front and I am in the back.
Now, I have grown into a big child, and I don't know when my father's temples began to show a little silver. Junior high school accommodation, can only go home on weekends, so there is less and less communication with my father. My father can't understand what I mean, and I can't quite understand what my father means. So in the end, we all became unhappy, and every conversation and communication ended in unhappiness.
Once, my father and I went to the bookstore. My father walked slowly in front of me, as if waiting for me in the back. I also want to hold his hand, just like when I was a child. But at this time, my hands seemed to be tied, and I looked at my father in front of me as if he were separated from him by a wide river without sides.
Father, when can we hold hands again?
I hope this day is not too far away.
As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success, but many people love and hate success. In fact, there is no harm in holding hands with failure. If you fail, you may learn more; If you fail, you may learn a lesson; Failed, maybe next time, it will be successful.
That year, I was ten years old and went to the fifth grade of primary school.
In mid-May, the school launched the annual poetry reading contest. The school requires each class to send two students to participate in the competition. After selection, the Chinese teacher chose me and another female classmate to participate. Before the competition, both of us are preparing carefully, and neither of us wants to lose to anyone, because we all know that only one student in each class can enter the next round of competition, and the other student will be eliminated.
Finally, on the day of the game, I was a little nervous under the condition of full preparation. I feel a little dizzy as soon as I go on stage. As you can imagine, she was promoted and I was eliminated.
When I got home, I threw my schoolbag on the sofa, walked into the room in frustration, locked the door, took my pet turtle out of the water tank and put it on the table, and began to vent my dissatisfaction with it: Why not let me be promoted? Why should I be eliminated? Where am I worse than her recitation? I made full preparations for the game, but I failed to vent all my energy. I found that the little turtle shrank into its shell in fear. Watching, a prank idea came to mind. I turned the turtle upside down and started watching the play.
I saw it slowly sticking out its little head from the shell, as if to find out the situation. Then, it put its limbs out of the shell and leaned against the table, trying to turn itself over. Unfortunately, it failed. Again and again, failed again, failed again. After it failed many times, I smiled, but it became more and more anxious and eager to turn over. I disdained to say: don't bother, it's useless. After that, I stood up, stretched myself, sat down again, and held out my hand to help it turn over. Suddenly, it turned hard and turned itself over. I froze for a long time, and then my hand slowly shrank back. I put it in the water tank and said, I take back what I just said. If I fail, I can succeed as long as I work hard. I walked out of the room, picked up my Chinese book and read it aloud. I will take part in the competition next year.
Holding hands with failure is really no big deal. I grew up in failure.
At present, Liaocheng is creating a national civilized city, urban-rural fringe, streets and alleys, and everyone is working hard.
Our Wenxuan Middle School has set up exquisite publicity columns, hung banners, publicized socialist core values through electronic big screens, and advocated a new civilized style. Our class held a special class meeting, held a handwritten newspaper exhibition, a speech and a calligraphy competition. The teacher also taught us to "hold hands with small hands" and bring the seeds of civilization back to our families and spread them to the society.
When I got home, I gave my parents a letter from my school about creating a civilized city, and read it carefully with them. Mom and dad smiled and asked me to be their civilization supervisor.
In the past, when my father was driving, he sometimes violated traffic rules, ran a red light and threw confetti out of the window. I reminded him that he also plausibly said that this was a small intersection, with no monitoring and no traffic police on duty. Speaking of creating a civilized city, I took the opportunity to beat my father: "Now it is a society ruled by law, so you should obey the traffic rules. Everyone is creating a civilized city, and we can't retreat. " Dad is very obedient and has never violated traffic regulations again. I felt much more relaxed when I took his car.
My mother is very busy at ordinary times, and she has to take care of her sister who is a few months old. She is very annoyed and always loses her temper. I said to her, "mom, you can't always lose your temper." You should learn to be friendly, adjust and control your emotions, vent reasonably, and be a civilized person who doesn't lose his temper. " Mother accepted my suggestion with a smile. I'm glad my mother's temper has changed a lot.
Coincidentally, my little sister's name is Wen Ming. As a "civilized" sister, I should set an example in civilized activities. Once, my father and I went shopping and saw a little brother eating snacks and dropping the packaging bag on the ground. I rushed over, picked up the bag and put it in the nearby trash can. I said to my little brother, "The teacher told us that littering is uncivilized. Stop littering, will you? " Little brother nodded embarrassedly.
In recent months, it has become a common practice to create a civilized city. In our class, there is a model of civilization. His name is Li Huaxia, and he likes to help others. During the break, he took the initiative to carry mineral water buckets for everyone. Whenever he volunteered to work, he always rushed to do any hard work. Not long ago, a classmate in the class sprained his ankle and could not eat in the restaurant normally. He offered to help with rice and bowls. Everyone praised him as a good student who helps others and loves the group.
Liaocheng is a famous water city in the north of the Yangtze River, the ancient capital of the canal and our lovely home. Let's join hands, speak civilized words, do civilized things and be civilized people, and build our big Liaocheng into a more civilized and beautiful city!
Excellent composition hand in hand 1 1 It's like dribs and drabs of spring rain, like Xia Feng rustling by, like autumn leaves dancing gently, like falling winter snow. Books, on the road of my growth, have been walking hand in hand with me.
I loved books when I was very young. When I was a child, my father took me to my grandfather's house to play. I walked into his study and saw a banner hanging on the wall opposite the door, which read two vigorous and powerful characters-boiled books. I can't help wondering, "aren't all books made of paper?" How can you cook with water? "Grandpa came over and saw that I was looking at the banner in disbelief. He knew what I was thinking at once. Grandpa said to me, "son, do you know why books can be cooked?" "Me:" Grandpa, I don't know, do you know? " Grandpa smiled and sat down in the chair, looked at the banner and said, "Books are books, which are the spiritual food of people. Think about it. Since it is food, why can't it be used for cooking? "In ancient times, it was a story of Du Fu eating ink. After reading the book thoroughly, you can taste the fun in the book and get spiritual and ideological satisfaction. " After listening, I nodded doubtfully. Since then, I have developed a keen interest in books.
I remember once I forgot to eat dinner because I was reading a book. My mother asked me if I had eaten. I said I should, because I am not very hungry. My mother saw a bowl of rice left on the dining table and said to me with distress, "Look, look, you are not hungry. I can live with books in the future. "
After reading Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman, I learned the feudal ethics of "cannibalism". After reading Lao She's Camel Xiangzi, I know the hardships and difficulties of working people in feudal society. After reading Helen Keller's If I Have Three Days of Light, I understand the author's positive and optimistic attitude although he is blind. Li Taibai's poems are full of lofty sentiments: "When wine enters sorrow, seven points are moonlight, and the other three points are firm but gentle. Spitting it out is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. " Wine into sorrow, seven minutes of moonlight, the remaining three points called firm but gentle, spit it out is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. "It gives people a thrilling feeling.
Reading brings me a lot of knowledge and fun. Books and I are also teachers and friends. Books bring me happiness and knowledge. I want to run happily in the sea of books like a wild horse.
I believe, no matter now or in the future, I will hold hands with books on my growth path!