The ocean makes me intoxicated
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The ocean makes me intoxicated
The books in the world are endless. Even if it takes a lifetime to read them all, they are as boundless as the ocean. As long as you come The ocean of books will fascinate you; make you intoxicated; make you linger.
Middle school students like us are just entering the gate and just starting out. Although we have just entered, I have already I was intoxicated by all kinds of knowledge and the charming fragrance of books. When I wandered among the rows of dusty bookshelves in the library, I would think in my heart: "What a wonderful and sacred place this is. !" And when I find a book that I need, I will hide in a corner and read with all my concentration, so that I will be attracted by the content. At that time, I will definitely follow the ups and downs of the book. Fluctuations...
Of course, the books we read now in the ocean of books are like insignificant grains of sand, too small. So we have to read more. But we can't just read. The great Chairman Mao Zedong once said: "You can't read without writing." This is the experience left by our predecessors! So we must keep this sentence in mind, always quote famous quotes, and develop this good habit. .
Also, every morning when I walk into the campus, I can hear the loud sound of books, which echoes above the teaching building. If you listen carefully, you will find that this is such beautiful music! It's like the sound of nature. I really enjoy life. We should cherish the great time in the morning!
Come on, every student, the door to the ocean of books is always open and every student is always welcome. Come on, let us roam and fly freely there together; Come on, let us participate together and be infected and influenced by books together...
Let us always remember Gorky's famous saying: " Books are the ladder of human progress." Read more and let knowledge be full of vitality in your life.
Books make me intoxicated
Books make me stop thinking about food and drink. Something. But I don’t remember when it came into my life.
I just remember that every time I see books on my bookshelf, one after another, I feel very happy. When I feel lost, my instinctive reaction is to immediately run to the bookstore, buy a large bundle of books, take them home, and put them on the dry bookshelf. When I see that the bookshelf is so full that I can no longer squeeze a book into it, I feel so lost. I will be satisfied immediately, my frown will loosen, and a very, very satisfied smile will appear on my face. At that time, I was unknowingly intoxicated in it, my eyes blurred, and I entered the ocean of books. That moment I couldn't put it down with the beautiful covers, and a silly smile appeared on my face. My father shook me awake, and I rubbed my eyes and felt glad that I didn't think of my father as a big book.
Dad read it. Looking at the books on the shelf, I sighed and said, "Why do you always go back to buy books but put them on the shelf without reading them?" I was speechless, and a kind of dissatisfaction sprouted in my mind. "Books are the most important thing." What's more important is its inner part. If you don't look at it, it will lose its value and the book will cry!" After Dad finished speaking, he patted me on the shoulder. I don't know when Dad walked out of my room. My thoughts are so confused. Is it wrong for me to love books? Dad, don’t you often buy books? I couldn’t eat dinner, so I lay in bed early, and my mind was filled with Dad’s words and my dissatisfaction. I saw the books on the bookshelf. The books were crying, and some jumped down and said goodbye to me, saying that they would find their owners again, someone who understood their value. I cried, and tears flowed down my face. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw that the books were still on the bookshelf. They stood quietly on the bed. I stroked them heartbrokenly, thinking of the light that stayed on all night after my father bought the books.
The next day, early in the morning, I read with the book in my arms. Unexpectedly, as soon as I read it, I was attracted by the articles and stories, and felt that I had become a character in the book. What, was there an earthquake? I looked up and saw that it was my father who was grabbing my shoulders and shaking me back and forth. .Dad smiled and said: "It's time for breakfast!"
I looked back at the books on the bookshelf, and they seemed to have a bright smile.