That year, I had my first book. Unlike other children, I almost turn a blind eye to the illustrations in the book.
However, once the night falls, I will hold my mother's hand tightly, stare at her big eyes, erect my ears and concentrate on the expectant eyes, and listen to her turn the story into sweet sugar between her lips and teeth, and the honey will seep into my heart and have a good sleep. When the darkness was driven away, the early morning sun hurriedly closed a red arc, and the light lit up my growth path and urged me to move forward.
In primary school, my bookshelf received dozens of guests one after another. They are not humble, they are fighting for the most conspicuous position. In my spare time, I will hold a book, let the breeze blow the pages and let the shadow of lily jump between the papers. The characters in the book are always so touching that I often applaud the Monkey King for exorcism. Often squatting in the grass, pushing away a green leaf, grinning and shaking his head excitedly, looking for traces of villains; I often curl up in the corner of the bed in the dark and windy night, worrying about the arrival of the evil witch ... Through the window of my heart, I am delighted to see that the light of the morning light gradually turns into a semicircle and finally turns into a circle, jumping out from the horizon, which makes me particularly warm.
A few years ago, a computer was added to our home. My eyes lit up and I began to walk into this virtual world to find more fun. I once swam in its happy country with a plumber who picked mushrooms, ate countless mushrooms and had endless happiness. I completely forgot my best friend, who spent my golden childhood with me, and now he has been replaced by unreal images in the game. So they hid in the bookcase alone and cried silently. Bitter tears dyed the paper yellow and wrinkled the corner ... I glanced out of the window inadvertently, and the light seemed to dim for a few minutes, lazily passing through the canopy and no longer patronizing my growth path.
I was tidying my room yesterday and accidentally bumped into the bookshelf. A copy of Charlotte's Web slipped away. "Bang", I was shocked. Look at it again. It almost broke into pieces. Bending down 90 degrees, the image of Charlotte in the book suddenly became clear like a mountain in dusty memory, which stung my brain for a while. The kind spider began to spin silk in her mind and gradually woven a web of memories, which firmly entangled my feelings for it. My heart began to ripple and I couldn't calm down for a long time. ...
Since then, I have been washing away the memories of the past. After all, they are my best friends and will always accompany me. Is my wealth, lifelong benefit; It is a breeze that purifies the soul; It's drizzling and blowing away. ...
At the crossroads of growth, we met again. Knocked down the years and missed the parting. Colorful sunshine mottled the sky with blue and refracted into my mind. I firmly believe that this sunshine will be more dazzling and eternal in my heart. This is my growth!