Prose Poetry of Grade 6: The Art of Reading and Enjoying Life _750 words

The warm sunshine falls gently, making people feel golden and comfortable. Gently spread out the handwriting in the freshness, stroke the beating words on the book and lead me to various places.

When I was 5 years old, I listened to my mother tell fairy tales for half an hour before going to bed every night. I listened, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes crying.

But in the first grade of primary school, I began to read fairy tales by myself. When I read Snow White, I didn't burst into tears when I read that the princess was poisoned by a poisonous apple by the queen. After watching the princess rescued by the prince, I danced happily.

In the middle and primary school, fairy tales can no longer satisfy my curiosity. I will read for an hour every day, and my vision of reading has shifted to those famous Chinese and foreign books. Those kindness, malice and pity have already penetrated into my heart, leaving me room for infinite reverie.

After watching Trust, I couldn't help myself. Trust, how important these two words are in our lives! People need mutual trust; Businessmen and customers also need mutual trust; Of course, it needs more mutual trust between classmates. I read the first chapter of Trust, and I couldn't help feeling ups and downs. Who makes a good prisoner despair of the world? It is the inherent discrimination of the police against prisoners, and more is distrust. However, who made this desperate escaped prisoner repent? It is a girl's trust in him. I read different books and periodicals every day, so I especially enjoy reading time, which makes me forget to eat and sleep. When I saw it later, I felt that my heart had been "captured" by that girl. ...

In the next year, I can read those long books. I shook hands with Yue Fei and shouted out such grandiose words as "Eat pork when hungry, drink Hun blood when thirsty when smiling". I patted Liu Yong and walked with him through the "Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Moonlight". Talking and laughing with people from all corners of the country, enjoying poems and songs, and beginning to integrate with books. Clouds and winds of 8,000 miles have come into my heart in reading.

Reading is an art of enjoying life. In the world of art, I listen to every beating note. On the slow road, books will become my most loyal partner.

Sixth grade: Yunuo blooms