Fan book

Nurturing our baby education books, parents' story books, literacy books when dumb and dumb, preschool comic books, textbooks at school, various essays, science books, history books and famous works at home and abroad... In the growing up of life, a book of scent always accompanied me. I like reading, starting in my childhood. At that time, the kindergarten teachers not only taught us to read, but also encouraged us to read some simple and easy-to-understand fairy tale works. I seem to have a relationship with the book. I was fascinated at first reading, and my literacy was very fast. From then on, I became addicted. Later, my appetite grew bigger and bigger, encyclopedias, Chinese and foreign masterpieces, script poems, etc., as long as they can be found; I have to read the first reading, parents just agree to buy, I will collect one by one.

My home is small, I have to let the book squat in the bedroom. A bookcase was crowded with the "Xian", but it was too late to come, and a new book came in. It was hard to settle down on the desk. It was a long time, and the book grew more and more, and it was stacked into a "mountain". Homework, I occasionally alarmed Shushan, it will cause "squatting", overturning the ink bottle, soiling the book and the book, adding a lot of troubles.

Going to school during the day, the teacher is very strict, and there are instructions: non-class books can not be read, and the offenders are confiscated. It can only be read in the class, it is difficult to solve the problem, it is very uncomfortable. Going home to go to the toilet is "convenient", taking a book and going in, it can be described as "one toilet and two stools", and it is endless. When I was struggling, I only listened to my mother’s knock on the door: “I have forgotten the hour, but I still can’t come out in half and three times. It’s more trouble than production.” In desperation, I had to stop at the critical moment.

Being addicted to bedtime is really a big open eye. Close the door, the world is too peaceful, sit on the bed and enjoy reading. No matter whether the three-volt heat wave is rolling, the Sanjiu wind is screaming, the TV next door is smashing, and the outside is frolicking. When I was in the middle of the night, I was most impressed by my father’s “slamming the house”, winning the book and turning off the lights, forcing sleep. The father's life is hard to break, and I will sleep for the time being, wait for him to go out and get out of bed, read it one chapter and a half. Inadvertently, the sleeping insects invade the brain, and even yawn, although it is strong, it is difficult to cope. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. When the day dawned, the lights were still bright, and the book was in my hand.

Year after year, day after day, reading eagerly and eagerly, my language performance has soared, making my extracurricular knowledge rich and colorful, making me love life more, making me love the society more and love the world.

Look through the world's thousands of weather, thousands of styles of paper, touch the memo of the story in the book, show the smile of the characters in the book, hold the connotation of the article in the book, the statement of the cloud, the colorful mood of the rain The warmth of the book is shining, colorful, singing.

The second day of Jingzhi Middle School, Jiedong County, Jieyang, Guangdong