1, scholarly, grow with me.

Text/She Siyi

How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain.

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Read a book and read a person. In the world of books, I chase butterflies, listen to running water and watch the smoke from the kitchen. Books always bring me endless power. A thick book, took away the youth and frivolous, precipitated the self-knowledge of cold and warm. Scholarships accompany me to grow up, teach me to mature and lead me into a pure land.

Reading books is like being a good friend. Books bring me new thoughts like spring breeze.

A good book will make you meet each other after a brief encounter, make you deeply in love, just like the fate of previous lives, it is destined to meet, and will bring you a brand-new ideological storm. Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment once made me think deeply, and the questions raised by the protagonist also made me think. This is Dostoevsky's question about life and the rule of law: Is it justified for a person to commit crimes and kill for his "extraordinary" cause? When I first read this book, I was deeply moved by his profound sense of contradiction. In that rational era, the author used this book to question the indifferent jungle law. Although this book didn't attract me at first, with the deepening of the plot, its charm gradually emerged, just like panning for gold in the sand and being washed away by the trend of thought, which revealed the true colors of gold.

Seeing that I read it is like seeing an old friend. The book gives me an imagination space like the deep sea.

I can never get tired of reading old books. Classics are books that you are willing to reread over and over again, and each time you read them, you will have a new feeling. Among many books I have read, Three-body is one I like very much, not only because of its grand world outlook, unique characters, rigorous scientific knowledge and open ending. At first, I was just immersed in the thrilling struggle between the three-body world and the earth. Later, it was found that everyone played a huge role, and the relationship between the three-body and human beings was not purely hostile. The wisdom of the three-body book comes from this, which always makes me memorable from the grand pattern. I can't help but be deeply influenced by his style of writing. Survival is always the most important problem for people. Where is the future of mankind? In the face of the vast unknown universe, where will mankind go? "Three-body" always gives me new insights. Different times, different human struggles and thinking about life civilization have increased my hope for the future.

Although desolation is a dream, Wan Li flies away. Every book is a world, containing the essence of time and culture. Things change, books are not old. I want to grow up with books!

2, scholarly, grow with me.

Text/Yang Bowen

The spring breeze is majestic and incomplete, and a piece of green shade replicates the most sincere mountains and rivers. Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? I often think about the word "scholarly" until I wake up from my sleep and look askew. The window is full of branches and lingering fog, and all I can feel is that I am really alive. Living is a verb and a scholar is a noun, so life naturally becomes a synthesis of the two.

The stalls on the edge of the market are always filled with white and bright fish bellies. They are neatly arranged and marked with price tags, but the price is hundreds of times lower than that of live ones.

The book tells me in a whisper why a person doesn't want to live a good life. Dragon is not the protagonist in the book. He only values wealth. It was only in the end that he lost his fortune in gambling and had to die for himself to free himself from the world. Sure enough, how dare the supporting actors who are not entangled in the halo talk about the Spring and Autumn Period? There are many kinds of reading styles. We should not only find our own unique writing style, but also find a blood type transfusion that matches ourselves, so as not to be on the verge of death. Only in this way can we really read a good book, instead of finding some unfounded phrases and forcibly mixing them with blood types that are not worthy. The books read like that are all shoddy, especially in life. Finding what you love is more difficult than realizing the hope given by your loved ones. Books always make me addicted to them, and I can't tell whether it is a dream or reality. If it is true, I will choose to come back from the dead-the world in the book is happy. Words seem to be embedded in my bones Even if I am swallowed by a German shepherd, my bones are hard and floating in the world after all. Scholarly book, accompanied by my growth, is not a lonely shadow, but the setting sun shines high.

The islands on the edge of the city are always full of unconfirmed creatures. They are narcissistic and don't crave the noise next door, but their life span is dozens of times less than that of ordinary creatures.

There will always be people who can't understand the book in your hand. When you watch "Big Breasts and Fat Buttocks", people near the border will definitely say three points, but when you mention Mo Yan's name, they will explain a thing or two and will not pretend to understand. Many people don't know what it means, but they are impetuous to find something from Baidu Encyclopedia, the only knowledge base. This kind of atmosphere is vulgar, but it always causes waves. What we can do is not to listen, not to look and not to waver. Many times our life is very similar to this. Many people over-interpret you, discuss you and imitate you. But when you really realize all the Tao in the world, you will feel that these are nothing at all. Not to mention childish quarreling behavior, which has no connotation in itself, some people say. When I was growing up, I seldom lacked books. I think it is an inseparable part. Even though I am negative and uneducated, these are all mixed in the blood of my life and I can't give up my love. Scholarship, grow with me and prosper with me.

Book fragrance soothes the heart and spleen and dyes the cheeks. Books have given me too much life and countless times of burning blood. This is an indescribable favor. Scholarly, grow with me.

3, scholarly, grow with me.

Text/Zhang Yue

A breeze passed through the hall, leaving a faint book fragrance in the palm.

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Whose wildness is swept up by dusty roads, such as the sky, sea and Na Yue in the memory box. I am a swamp baptized by heavy rain under the scorching sun, and raindrops penetrate my pride. The only thing in the world is the unruly soul that I struggled after being shrouded in turmoil. I have cracked every word, but I can stay fashionable forever. I am surprised by the volume of books.

A volume of poetry is a memory of growing up and the most beautiful scenery in our hearts.

When lonely souls meet again in the noise of the world, I think we should escape from the desert on a stormy night. In this world of mountains and plains, like two inactive leaves, falling on the lake, like faded ripples, is tantamount to thousands of encounters in life. I want to take a rose to meet my favorite poet, lorca, because he once wrote, "Pass me your fingertips, the sweet words of a secret rose." I want him to help me analyze it. This is my first memory of poetry and my first memory of Lochar. This memory will be integrated into the book and grow with the book.

Warm a pot of moonlight is my memory of growing up and an outdoor paradise in my heart.

Dream back to the Millennium, and you can smell the wind with your eyes closed. I recall once again that the thin cold leaves have scabbed the wilderness of Tibet, and the dark sea is burning with the shadow of prayer flags. Wrapped in a layer of worn-out light salt, listening to the breath of the morning bell, burying the shadow of wormwood in short brown and whispering scriptures in the weak grass. The tears of the Buddhist temple funeral mottled into a thin moon, dizzy and turbid in the sand pool where the residual water flowed. In the monk's hall, the surprised magpie suddenly folded a bitter lotus and bowed down to the Buddha's light in Xiaozhao Temple. What I finally got was unwashed roots, and what I fell into was universal sin. As soon as the Buddha shines, tell me to retreat. "printed on the prayer flag is a poem by Cangyang Jiacuo." I want to integrate these feelings about Tibet into the book and grow up with a kindred spirit.

Waiting for a summer bird is a memory of growing up and a beautiful memory of life.

Everything about you is bright and colorful. You step barefoot on the cool sand harbor, and what rises is the life of burning and singing. To Kill a Mockingbird, the flowers are withered and the trees are sparse. You met in spring, and you comforted my heart with your warm palm. You are with thousands of travelers in Qian Qian in the world. You are the cloud on painted pottery, you are the moonlight you can't afford, and you are my picturesque lover. The sentence "You should fly to your mountain like a bird" written by Tara Westerfer exudes charming fragrance, and I will grow with you.

The cool evening breeze in summer blew through the stadium, camellias and lilies were inserted together, a round of Bai Yue was missing and round, and the wind drifted slowly. The river under the moon was clear and bright for a hundred years, which witnessed the time when the book was accompanied by me when I grew up. The angel made a promise, the ghost released the sunshine, and I was reborn with the tail of the phoenix. The wind blew away the throb of youth, leaving behind the time when I grew up with books.

4, book fragrance, grow with me.

Text/Xu Ao

You can see the distant scenery without wading through mountains and rivers. Books have opened a whole new world for me. The book is filled with faint ink, which rustles when it is turned, accompanying me through the long years of growth.

Childhood is the most prosperous period in our life. A tender heart will always weave the purest dream, and books are the wings of dreams.

When I was a child, the fairy tale book was like a grand palace, with beautiful princesses, brave knights and lovely elves. Walking in it, my little body seems to have inserted the wings of imagination and flew between the words in the book. Beautiful Snow White, naughty tom sawyer, lively Ma Xiaotiao ... In the book, I wander with the protagonist, explore together, do heroic deeds together and feel the happiness and pain of living in this world together. Accompanied by dreamlike fairy tales, my childhood smile is a little brighter; Accompanied by books, I grew up with several beautiful landscapes.

With the company of books, the sunshine is gentle and calm; There are books, flowers and life.

Know the sound after practicing a thousand songs, and know the instrument after watching a thousand swords. In the first half of the semester, our class began to imitate writing. From the journey to the west, I began to "walk away" when I was writing. For example, if the weather is good, use the phrase "One day is lucky, everything is lucky." . Benevolence is frivolous and beautiful. "When the weather is bad, use" the clouds are hanging, the black fog is empty, and the whirlwind is rolling "; It is more appropriate to write that the teacher uses "the water is clear, crows and magpies dare not fly, the north wind is cold, and it is slippery". Thus, I fell in love with reading and writing. The flowers of words bloom quietly, and books fill my heart and accompany me to grow up every day.

Bing Xin said, "With love, there is everything." And I think that with love and books, the soul will not be empty.

I don't know how long I have been sitting at my desk. I'm stuck in an ocean of problems. I didn't realize that it was late at night, and loneliness and fatigue always beat my heart. But it was just a short bell, a flower in the corner of "Stars in Spring Water"! When you are narcissistic, the world becomes smaller. "It will remind me to stick to it. This book tells me that "the flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance!" "However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked with tears of struggle and filled with blood and rain of sacrifice." Indeed, no one is an island, and any effort will not be in vain. Books are always the closest comfort to the soul, and books grow with me.

Find a secluded place, hold a favorite book, drink a mouthful of fragrant tea, keep your lips and teeth fragrant, and have a poem book in your stomach. Why are you unhappy? This long road of life, books accompany me to grow up and travel in the vast world, which is enough!

5, scholarly, grow with me.

Text/Wang Jiaqi

I am writing a rain, plain paper is a lake, pen and ink is a wisp of cloud.

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If there is sleep in the mountains, the pillow is the moon, and the sky is covered with stardust. Drink silver bottles to bleed when you are thirsty at night. The moon has never been thin, thin is tossing and turning; The stars didn't go out, but the dim light went out. Nothing in this world is constant, except books, which have been growing with me.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March. It is the budding flowers and bones that grow with me.

There is a bunch of flowers in my heart that are born against the scorching sun, which are more fragrant than all fine wines, and the fiery fragrance has flooded my life. The book has no definition. It's like the oncoming wind, a little starlight, the infinite light extending from both sides of the street to the horizon ... whatever it is, it has been growing with me. I like the book Only in this Mountain very much. It redeems, like rain, like pure light, like dim, like camellia, and like a piece of pure land with overwhelming first snow, which makes people tremble.

The book that accompanied me to grow up scattered the silent soul, and the corner was full of sunshine, which gave me the beauty of the sunset, the sun that raised all beings, the silent moon, the noble snow and the dripping rain. ...

The sound is silent, and the green curtain is not exposed in March. I grew up with a quiet and blue sea.

The book has become a weed, an epiphyllum longing for moonlight, and a young species facing only the sun. Boiling snow gives birth to a lyric poem from a rusty nib; Let the flowers in the warm sun make poems. So the rusty pen cut off a flower branch that will never die, and the fragrance floated into the nasal cavity, and the ear was the low voice of the lover. The sun is scattered in the hair, stained with glory, and the heart says it will always be warm. Years have thrown away last year's Chinese flowers, but they are lingering and sincere.

Books are my whole world, and they grow with me. Love for it is like musicians and dancers indulging in every intoxicating melody. Spring breeze deals with things, which is sad and hard to release, not arrogant in lust, and not scattered in pear blossoms.

Painting pear flowers failed, copying itself was not easy, and it ended in a flawed rain in Guilin. I don't expect Nanshan to bloom, and I don't expect you to come. I brushed the river, looked at the quiet lotus, smelled its fragrance, and couldn't help thinking of the fragrance of that book. If I can, I hope books will accompany me all my life until I die.

6. Books grew with me.

Text/Yang Miao

Let me become a firefly and fly to your dream.

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I am a person who is not greedy for fame and fortune, and I am eager for the outside world. I long for freedom, like Li Bai, to live freely, like a stone, to be a shining star, no matter when, where and where. So I want to study, so that I can sublimate myself and let books grow with me.

Soft wind blows into the house and turns it into a green dress.

I have been involved in right and wrong, hoping to get out of the mire without being defiled, but I can't always leave my other self behind, so I can only choose to survive in desperation. Flowers are bright and beautiful, and the sun is shining. With the promise of spring, everything is happy. In the boundless wilderness, the magnificent scenery is described by the slow spring breeze. When I am depressed, I can think of Cinderella in my fairy tale. Even in the dark attic, I can sing with birds and trees. Even if Snow White was poisoned by a vicious stepmother, I didn't expect revenge. I also look forward to their pure feelings and pure hearts. So I began to look for answers in the book. How can I reach that pure heart? I found that it is not the kindness like bodhisattva that is perfect. People don't commit crimes, and I don't commit crimes. Reality is different from ideal. We can't empty everything, just to relax ourselves. We should hold everything in our hands so that we can imagine that everything will not fail. Thanks to calligraphy, books grow with me.

Time flies, the sun and the moon grow in the book.

Later, I began to grow up slowly, and I stopped pursuing the world from fairy tales. There is a gully in the chest, and the star is ninety years old. The beauty of life, like epiphyllum, only blooms in an instant and then fades. So I began to long for comfort, and I wanted to spend the slow cooking time of Rainbow Zengqi slowly. Looking for fireworks in the morning market, fried dough sticks are soaked in the salt water of tofu brain, which is soft and delicious. Go to the supermarket to see if there are any changes in vegetables and fruits in the season. Taste the sweet, sour, bitter and salty, and look at the clouds in the sky at night. Does it disappear as fast as time? Let's take a look at some explosive articles in today's newspaper. Go to the night market again to see what young people's nightlife is like. This is the beauty of books. I found the direction of life in wordless books, and books accompanied me to grow up.

In the night, indigo faded the last touch of purples, and the breath of chrysanthemums dawned in the bleak autumn wind. Among them, I have searched countless times, so I began to slowly taste the taste of reading. In the book, I was intoxicated with it, and I didn't know where to go. The book grew with me.

7, the book, grow with me.

Wen/Wen Sitong

I can hear the cold and lonely ancient road, with the fragrance of wood between the lines.

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Tear off a vine, wrap it around the talking crescent moon, and swing hard to the library not far away, and the spring breeze caresses the willow. People wearing elegant robes also have rockets that can fly to the sky and think about the future. Shuxiang, grow up with me!

In the forest talking and laughing, there is a flower that can make a wish.

My first book is a fairy tale book, which contains all kinds of stories, seven-color flowers next to the little prince, and magical flowers. Each petal corresponds to a wish, whether selfish or unrestrained, everything can be realized. At that time, every story had a happy ending like using seven-color flowers. Since then, every notebook of mine has been painted with a seven-color flower, and every one has my "bizarre" wish.

In the study full of books, there is a moon where you can send your love.

The dialogue with the ancients in bamboo slips is probably the early "time-space machine", among which the most magical is the moon in ancient times. At that time, I saw the moon It can almost be said that this is another bad karma of homesickness. Unlike when I was a child, when I was a child, the moon was a beautiful little sister who coaxed every child to sleep. In the eyes of the ancients, this gentle moon is a symbol of extreme sadness. Like a mobile phone, it reflects family and friends who are far away from home. They put themselves on the moon, hoping to meet the people they miss there. The moon is not only a kind of homesickness, but also a quiet and beautiful night.

In the world of romantic love, there is a reversible feeling.

After primary school, I seldom read extracurricular books, but read textbooks every day. Naturally, I lost interest in books. Until junior high school, there was always a book-pushing advertisement for listening software in the video, which was really wonderful. I found some summaries and comments about this novel along the internet, and after confirming that there were no problems, I began to read it "seriously" many years later. Even if you give your life, you should protect your family, just to save those people in the ruins, just to save one more person. I was very shocked by that situation.

There are so many people in this world, and there is an open door in the crowd. What else is in my blurred eyes? Fold the pages into a paper plane, fly to the fields I have never been to, and take me to the front, at the dusk of a long fate.

8, the book, grow with me.

Text/Wei

The reality in front of us, the sound of cars and the dream in our hearts have a long rhyme.

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Day and night, no matter how high or low, as long as you are willing to be close to books and keep company with ink, the bookstore is "my thatched door has been closed-but it is open for you now", offering a rich spiritual feast. Scholarly, grow with me.

The ambition of a teenager is strong, and reading changes people's temperament.

Reading is an elegant taste, tasting fragrant tea and burning fragrant flowers, facing the sea of flowers and books. Paul, the protagonist in How Steel was Tempered, has a watertight spirit, never flinches, knows how to leap forward, knows how to fly and knows his own free spirit. Born in poverty, but well aware of the heavy responsibility, and strive to become a real steel warrior. He faced difficulties, was born in the sun, struggled forward and turned into steel. His iron will nurtured my lofty spirit, and my thoughts were perfected and sublimated because of him. I seem to have enjoyed a rich spiritual meal.

Zhu Mo is rotten, the green light is yellow, and reading cures people's stupidity.

Bathed in the sunshine of knowledge, the faint book fragrance accompanied me to wander in the sea of books. Jiang Jie in "Red Rock" bears the pain of putting his fingers through his heart. Although she is a woman, she is firm and unyielding, and even rolling in the depths sticks to her original heart. Her loyalty to the party has always influenced me. She soothed my soul, perfected myself, and supported me with immortal spirit and noble soul.

Energize yourself, practice far-reaching, and study to promote ethics.

A little elegance is the accumulation of lines. When the flowers fall, there is wind in the autumn mountain, and the thin flocs fly. Mr. Lu Xun with a pen as a gun, hardworking Xiangzi, clever Captain Nemo, and the Monkey King, the Great Sage of the Monkey. They and I light up the future. Reading thousands of books, enjoying reading and getting old, indulging in the boundless sea of ancient books, everything around is quiet and indifferent.

I don't try to accompany the bright moon, but I hope the books are full of people. Dreaming of books, books are eternal. In ancient times, fireflies reflected snow, illuminating the immortal's smooth road to study. Today, Premier Zhou's solemn oath of "studying for the rise of China" is still in my ears. Making a good book is like making clothes and making friends with literati. Scholarly, grow with me.

9, scholarly, grow with me.

Text/Yi Ruyu

You are my last rose. Every time it blooms, it comes back to my heart.

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Where I miss, there are birds chirping and choking, books are indescribable dust, and there are few interesting plots that I am eager to save the rest of my life. Scholarly, grow with me.

There are many books piled up on the bookshelf, such as Afraid of the future, I don't think about the past, Everything will get better when I calm down, Quit procrastination, My mother strongly recommended it to me, and so on ... These books give me the feeling of what to do in the face of some things. I know everything, but my actions are poor. It is enough for me to look at the names of these books. What I really like is this kind of book about everything in the world and the ugliness in the world, which can let me see another world.

You are the wind in the valley, and the lazy light falls in my dream. Before going to bed, I always like to read some books I like, such as The Little Prince. Is this book naive? Of course not. Very romantic. Before going to bed, readers sometimes meet in their dreams, see him wandering around the earth, meet all kinds of people, see the scenery he has never seen on his own planet, hear the voice of the world and meet the first fox. He knows what he wants to protect most.

I love you, in the thorns, in the bright red color, in the moon with dew. I forgot the title of the book, but I still remember a story about a girl who got on the same bus every Mother's Day and gave a carnation to the people on the bus. The bus master once took the girl's father to the hospital to see their mother for the last time, but missed her mother's last time ... and the girl left for the last time, leaving a carnation and a thank-you letter on her seat.

My heart has become the wind in the wilderness. If you can stand here, you can hear my broken echo. I yearn for people's lives in this book. They lived and grew up on the grassland and built their own wooden houses. Children run on the grassland, chasing the wind, and when they are tired, they lie on the grass, describing the shape of clouds and singing happy songs ... This is their childhood paradise. I want to do this, too, without worry or sadness, and tell my story here.

What should I use to love you in the dark? With silence, with dust, with shadows. Maybe it's my illusion. Even the wind blowing in the alley has your shadow. I think I read it in a book. Through the description in the book, fantasize about the characters inside and their romantic meeting in various situations. I hope my next life will be written by a writer, and I will live by his pen. I don't need a multi-peak life. I only pursue stability. He painted my soul with a pen, and I think I am happy.

Listening to my friend's future wish is to open a bookstore, I think it will be wonderful, not for excitement, but for her happiness. I will fall in love with her books, where I will become addicted. No matter how far I go, I will become a frequent visitor there, and I will be influenced by her books and grow up with her books in the future.

10, the teacher went to hydrology: book reading, growing with me (original title: book company)

Text/Yining

You can't imagine such a picture: the sun wipes itself into the paradise in the west bit by bit, thousands of big-headed dragonflies fly low in the golden afterglow, and the frog tide rises again, overflowing the cornfields and vegetable gardens, and then drowning me kneeling on the windowsill reading.

Mother shouted "dinner" three times, and I "alas" three times, but I still couldn't hold the book in my hand. This is my sister's The blur, which will be returned tomorrow, but I don't know how to tell my mother that I must finish it. I didn't turn on the light, so I read by the window until the mosquito bit my thigh and the word became a mosquito. My mother shouted "Did you hear that?" I was trembling with fear. I tried to stand up, but found my legs stiff. I sat next to me for a while, and then limped into the dark room along the windowsill (to save electricity, our house didn't turn on the light until I couldn't see my fingers).

After all, there is only a thin layer of shredded potatoes left on the plate. But what does it matter? Lei Yun's sentence "Although I hate you, I will never marry another person in my life" rings in my mind repeatedly, as if the sky is full of stars. It was not Lei Yun who rode with Andy, but me. Love and hate, the fate of my country, profound meaning, sad and moving, all poured into my rice bowl, chewed and swallowed. Since then, "Mo Daoping has gone with the water, in my heart forever, Xia Ying", and I have gained many martial arts novels.

Who can deny that the passion and loneliness in my bones are not from the infiltration of martial arts novels? The Jianghu is so lively that people with sufficient internal skills can lead the way. Of course, I grew up with world famous works.

When the children in the hutong were holding rice balls, jumping rubber bands or skipping, I reached an agreement with a peasant poet. When the couple went to work in the fields, I helped to look after the children in the cradle. In return, I could read all the books in the study. There are so many books at home! The bookcase stands quietly on three walls, Red and Black, decameron, Belle Amie, Gone with the Wind, Tess of the D 'Urbervilles, Wuthering Heights, Madame Bovary, The Silent Don, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Letters from Strange Women, Lady Chatterley's Lover and the Plague ... I want to see everything I can and can't see. I hope the child will fall asleep forever. As far as I can remember, the child always seems to be asleep. The subtle snoring gives off a burst of milk fragrance, the old clock ticks on the box, the old hen leads the chicken to "goo goo" and "chirp" in the yard, and the cordate telosma opens the window screen and curls up on my page. Sometimes I cry, and a tear falls, snapping and scaring me. Then, go on, read a book and change it. The sun will move from one corner of the room to another until it disappears completely.

In those days, books were as sentimental as old friends. Every time I went on a blind date, I read all the books I had in mind. The poet rewarded me with some books when he saw that the children looked good and the family was fine. He also allows me to pick delicious mushrooms, persimmons and plums in the garden and welcomes me to his house at any time.

Really, there is nothing better than reading! Good thoughts come suddenly, and books can be drunk; Chivalrous feelings have gone, and clouds can give people. People come and go in my life, and only books can be my faithful companion all my life. Although I didn't understand it at that time, in the days to come, I will have books as my companions, catkins are light, pears are thin, shadows are screened with the wind, and my mood is fresh. (Published in Jiangcheng Evening News)