My story with the book

I love reading when I was young, because I can know many stories from the book, increase my knowledge, and enrich my experience. With the companionship of the book, my extracurricular life is full and wonderful. I often love the joy of the protagonist in the book, sad and hurt. So I often browse and let time pass easily.

Sometimes reading a book is too invested and it will be a mistake. When I came home from school last Friday, I only saw the time at 5:30. I thought, "It’s still early! I will read the book and do the homework!" So I was half lying on the sofa, holding it in my hand. With a book, I look eagerly: When I saw that the protagonist was insulted, I couldn’t help but clench my fists for him. When I saw the hero’s sadness, I suddenly burst into tears and kept pulling. Napkin; when I see the master open my heart, I will happily hold the little bears and turn around...

The second hand turned over more than 200 laps. My grandmother couldn’t help it. I urged me to do my homework. I still didn’t see enough. I promised in my mouth: “Good, good, good, I will come right away.” But my heart is I was thinking, "I just didn't look at it after watching it for a while. It's too interesting! Keep watching!" After ten minutes, Grandma reminded me: "Why have you not done your homework yet? Hurry up..." I am casual I handled a few sentences, but my right ear listened in, my left ear leaked out, and I didn't put a word in my heart. The sky slowly darkened, and I reluctantly closed the book, looking at the cover and thinking about the storyline I just watched... When I thought about it, I looked at the alarm clock and it was 8:30! But I feel that I only read it for 25 minutes. I remembered that I had to practice basketball the next day. I didn't have time to finish my homework. I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. I hurriedly took two meals and started my homework. As a result, the second day of basketball training was over. I still had two homework assignments, so I had to temporarily cancel the basketball. As a result, it was naturally approved by my mother and father. I also regret it and make up my mind: I must have a sense of time next time I read a book, and I must have moderation. But the determination didn't take long, I forgot, huh, huh. Just before writing the text, I was still urging my mother repeatedly, and then reluctantly let go of "Humor Master"!

It seems that the book is really close to me!

First day: I want to be awesome.