不知从什么时候起,我和书结下了不解之缘。当我轻轻翻开书页,手中仿佛不仅仅是书,还有一份珍惜,一份虔诚。当我读书时,我的思维便在书中神游,情感便在书中起落。我觉得读书就像再读缤纷多变的四季,读不同的书,便是在读不一样的季节。读书就像在读一个和熙的春。温暖的春光照耀在我的身上,我翻开《城南旧事》,里面的那些可爱的情节,一直萦绕在我的心头:那样丑的脸,那样长的牙,那样安静的态度……林海音小 I do not know since when, I and book concluded a bond. When I gently opened the page, the hands seemed more than just books, there is a treasure, a devout. When I was studying, my mind wandered into the book, and emotions rose and fell in the book. I think reading is like reading a colorful seasons, reading different books, is reading different seasons. Reading is like reading a Hee Chun. Warm spring shines on my body, I opened the “old things in South City,” which inside the lovely plot, has been lingering in my heart: so ugly face, so long teeth, so quiet attitude ... ... Lin Haiyin small