My reading story

When I was a child, I was eager to have a book all over the world, letting myself swim and grow in the ocean of knowledge. Every book is like a wave in the ocean, shining with magical colors, making me think.

On that day, Mom and Dad were busy working overtime. Before lunchtime, I was reading a book with great interest. I learned the knowledge greedily like a sponge.

Mom and Dad said, "Son, let's go out and have something to do, you can make noodles yourself!" Then he hurried away. I didn't seem to hear it at the time. An hour passed and I didn't feel hungry. Two hours passed and I was still immersed in the plot of the book. It was not until the third hour that the classmates started calling me out to play, and I put down the book and went downstairs.

Playing and playing, we passed a bookstore, and the classmates said that he would buy a bottle of water first, let me wait in the same place, and the bookstore attracted me like a magnet. I walked into the bookstore and enjoyed the fun of reading. With the story in the book, the tragic encounter of the protagonist made me frown, and the funny story made me smile. Even if the last touch of sunset disappeared, I don't know that time is passing quietly.

My feet started to numb, and I stumbled. My stomach began to scream, and I swallowed my mouth, as if I swallowed my knowledge of the stomach, enough to make me hunger. I ignore hunger and fatigue at all. Just then, I heard Mom and Dad shouting my name, and I closed the book as if all the wisdom had been swallowed. I looked at the watch: it was nine o'clock in the evening! Mom and Dad found me in the bookstore and asked me if I had lunch and dinner, my god! I actually didn't eat. Dad touched my head and took me home with helplessness.

The book is a key to open the treasure house of knowledge for me; the book is a pair of wings, help me fly to the temple of wisdom; thank you! Books, you are everywhere, follow me all the time, you help me to complete my dreams, and you make me outstanding.

I won't forget you...

Hubei Yichang Sunshine Painting and Calligraphy School Composition Class 5th Grade: Huang Jianwei