春天正是读书时。在我生活的伊犁草原,远离都市的喧闹,忙完一天的工作,拖着疲惫的身躯,回到温馨的家里,独享一片属于自己的天地,悠闲地呆在书房静静地读书。在慢慢的品读中,阅读着自己的人生。读书不仅是解读作者的心路历程,还是与作者进行心与心的交流。面对着厚厚的一本书,章章回回,千言万语,洋洋洒洒,仿佛置身于广袤 Spring is when studying. I live in the Yili steppe, far away from the city noisy, busy day work, dragged his tired body, back to a warm home, enjoy a piece of their own world, leisurely stay in study quietly reading. Reading slowly, reading your own life. Reading is not only an interpretation of the author’s mentality, or with the author heart and heart exchange. In the face of a thick book, chapters back, a thousand words, eloquent, as if exposure to the vast