Goethe once said, “One book, one world.” Sit quietly in the book house, hold a book, hold a cup of tea, listen to the ear rustle turn the book sound, smell the light book, wandering in the world of books, comfortable and comfortable. Reading is one of the great joys in my life.
When I was a child, I just liked the wonderful feeling when I rubbed my fingers with paper, while my mother let me read comic books, comics and picture books at an early age. Mother‘s order is hard to disobey. Sometimes, playing in the outside of the dripping Sweat of Me, back to the study, holding a comic book, crossed legs, pour also see with relish. See wonderful place, I can’t help but dance; I burst out laughing at the humor. Sometimes I fall down from the chair by accident, but I don‘t know the pain as if I have been drugged. What fatigue has been forgotten and I suddenly feel at ease. When I was a child, I felt the pleasure of reading lies in the physical and mental pleasure!
Now reading, not for the house of gold, not for the face, but because I have quietly fallen in love with the finger of the world. I used to be crazy about the TV series Journey to the West, and I used to watch it all day long. This summer vacation, I began to reconnect with journey to the west. I bought a thick copy from the bookstore and stayed in my room for a month with the help of “sogou” and “ancient Chinese dictionary”. The text overflows with annotations. After hard reading, I always feel that it is much more wonderful than the TV series, but also from time to time appeared many pictures, only the Monkey King three dozen white bone essence chapter, I fantasized dozens of times.
Reading the Romance of The Three Kingdoms, I was impressed by Zhuge Liang’s ability to strategize wisely; Read “Water Margin”, I for the Liangshan heroes justice of the lofty sentiments and surrender; Read “how the steel is tempered” I was the master of Paul‘s people residual will firm and moved; Read “Red Rock”, I understand the bright five-star red flag is countless revolutionary ancestors with blood red...... Every reading is a baptism of the soul, in reading, I communicate with the author, and the protagonist dialogue, I am happy with their happiness, happy with their happiness, chasing their pursuit.
Books are the evergreen trees in people’s lives. Reading keeps my mind fresh. In the face of those great literary works, poems and poems, I gently open the pages as if I had entered a vast, wonderful and extraordinary world. “One book one world”, intoxicated in the book world, like riding on a horse in the wilderness, such as rafting between the West Lake, as happy in the game, infinite happiness!
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