Reading trilogy

Reading trilogy

Chen Huanqing Sixth grade 13967439116 Tashan, Siyou Village, Qianxiang Town, Dongyang City, Zhejiang Province

Zhang Jilou wrote in the poem: "I can't hear the traffic on the road, no matter which street radio broadcasts high. The pages of the book are gently flipped on the knees, and the corners of the mouth are smeared with a smile. The sun is quietly from the toes. Climb your knees...·Is it not exactly what I said? There is a picture in the middle.

Voice, book corner

At the age of five, reading is a question mark.

Often holding a book, a serious look. Familiar words are read out with confidence, and unfamiliar words are replaced by "what". The pronunciation is often "study only knows half of the characters". It is often "what is what..." has made a lot of jokes.

At this time, my mother held me on my lap, opened the book, and stroked my delicate long hair. Over and over again, the old story that is not bored. The soft voice turned into my mind. Snow White and the seven dwarfs, the little mermaid and her prince, the little girl who bought the firewood······ I listened to this side and rolled the book corner. A small heart, so repeated with joy, happiness, sorrow, anger ······························································

Your voice is dumb, the book corner is folded, but I grew up in reading.

Double 鬓 bookmark

At the age of eight, reading is an exclamation point.

I often hold a book and learn that the ancients shook their heads. I admire the arrogant red plums in the corner; the lonely smoke in the desert; the thin horses under the west wind of the ancient road; the clusters of yellow chrysanthemums outside the fence; the yellow water rushing into the sea...·····

From time to time, moving a small bench, sitting next to my mother, spreading my beloved story book on her lap, a fat little hand, pointing at the pinyin to the mother to "tell the story", the mother always listens very seriously Let me explain the new words that I will not. Finally, I gave me a beautiful bookmark.

Your eyes are white, and there are more bookmarks, but I grew up in reading.

Wrinkles and book covers

At the age of twelve, reading is an infinite number of ellipsis.

I often hold a book and hide in the corner of no one. Swim in the world of "Camel-like", feel the joy of the working people in old Beijing; silently read "Dream of Red Mansions", for the characters inside, Qiaolan tears; watch the magnificent tide of Qiantang River······

Also like to talk to my mother. Sitting next to her seems to return to the warmth of the past. Often, I haven’t started talking yet, and I’ve laughed first, or talked about a big pass, but it’s a reversal of a few words. I was embarrassed myself, and my mother listened. I found that my mother was the best listener, and I saw a wrinkle creeping up her face. And I also learned to cherish books.

Your wrinkles are much more, and the book cover is new. I also grew up in reading.

There is no end to learning! I am intoxicated in the literary hall, can not ignore the scientific reading.

Reading is wonderful, and family is also beautiful. Let us, under the scent of the book, have a warm picture, a beautiful scene, a deep affection, and a deep heart. Time is the easiest to leave, but reading and affection are eternal.

Sixth grade: Chen Huanqing