午后,惬意地捧着书细细品味,或为书中小人物的悲惨遭遇而哀怜,或为受压迫的劳苦人民而愤愤不平,或为得到幸福的人儿而欣慰。阅读,是那么快乐。越过战场,看见刘备白帝城托孤,王维在落寞中吟着“大漠孤烟直,长河落日圆,”杜甫无奈地写着“烽火连三月,家书抵万金”……就连那花木兰也要披盔戴甲英勇上阵 In the afternoon, holding a book delicately, or pitying for the tragedy of small people in the book, or being indignant at the oppressed working people or being happy for their children, Reading is so happy. Beyond the battlefield, I saw the Beitiba city of Beitou care solitary, Wang Wei lonely in the Yin “desert solitary smoke straight, long river sunset, ” “Du Fu reluctantly wrote ” flames even in March, the book arrived million gold "... Even that Mulan also wear a helmet heroic bravery