Once, I went to a classmate's house and saw him sitting on a small table under an apple tree reading. That is a thick yellow book.
"What book, let me have a look!" I couldn't say anything, so I pulled the book out from under his elbow.
The classmate said unhappily, "I'm watching it with great interest." It's a red sun. Very nice. "
I said, "Let me have a look first. I read quickly. "
He said, "No, no, I borrowed it, too. Besides, I read the highlights, and I feel uncomfortable without reading them. "
I said, "I'm frying dough twists at home. I'll take you to eat. " Lend it to me first! "
When I said this, he was tempted. After all, material temptation is far greater than spiritual temptation. I think he swallowed greedily and his Adam's apple moved there. We agreed that three twists should be exchanged for the right to read books first for three days.
The book Red Sun is almost as thick as a brick. After yellowing, like fermented steamed bread, it expands a lot and becomes thicker. I look like I'm working hard day and night. And that classmate, almost every day, asked me how many pages I had read, like a death warrant.
I grew up sleeping on a kang with my grandfather, grandmother and brother. The rope of the electric lamp was connected by grandpa with a piece of cloth, and the length of the cloth was enough to put on grandpa's pillow. Grandpa is responsible for turning off the lights every night and urging us to sleep. That night, I was fascinated by it. Grandpa said, "Go to sleep, I'm going to turn off the lights." I said, "Wait, there are still a few pages. It will be fine soon. " I don't know how long it took, but with a click, grandpa turned off the light. The room was dark, and I got into bed without taking off my clothes, but the story I saw flashed in my mind like a movie, and the development of the story touched my nerves. I stared at the night outside the window with my eyes open. I didn't turn on the light quietly until I heard grandpa snoring.
"Are you going to school tomorrow?" Suddenly, grandpa gave a loud cry, which made me tremble all over. I don't know when he woke up His voice is very loud, especially in the dead of night.
I quickly got into bed again and took off my clothes. This time, I pretended to be really sleepy.
The light went out. Grandpa's snoring sounds like a motorcycle engine
Suddenly I felt something cold near my leg, so I touched it, ah, flashlight. I am ecstatic and seem to be able to continue reading.
I wrapped myself in a quilt, huddled up and began to read. I have to stuff something into the corner of the quilt from time to time, for fear that the light of the flashlight will reveal my secret. But such caution can't last, because the story is too charming and the book is too good-looking, so I gradually relaxed my vigilance.
Suddenly I found that the quilt was uncovered and it was very cold. Grandpa smiled and said, "You play hide-and-seek with me." I said, "I can't sleep." This time, grandpa didn't get angry, but said kindly and with concern, "It's almost dawn, so please sleep for a while."
Ah, it's almost dawn? Isn't it? The black of the sky outside the window gradually disappears like the ebb tide of the sea. I quickly put down my book and closed my eyes.
After many years, I have kept the habit of reading under the covers. When you are tired of reading, your sleep will be especially sweet.