The book, with me through the twelve seasons, growth years always filled with books fragrance. When you feel lonely, belong to me forever; impulse,the book taught me the calm; pain, books give me joy, comfort; the book with me to share......

　　With a good book, no bother, sitting in a chair, or in the early morning ordusk, thinking of flying pigeon, let the mood and the wind dance. At this timeat the chair I, like a living sculpture. Read my sad tears of joy will splash;read, I will can't help to laugh, feel like a happy bird; read the brilliant is can not let go, will simply call up, repeatedly applauded.

　　From my first contact with the book, I had the indissoluble bound with thebook. Types of books I read so much, top know astronomy, knowledge of geography, as long as it is good, it look. Because of my small room is full of books, every time I walk into a room, I feel like being in a sea of books. Iespecially love to read a book for a while, often do homework, hands on more than a book, eat with appetite to "bite", homework is to forget.Whenever I tread air, mom has "ghost" like standing behind me, "mine" type of voice I fried up, then take my book. But, don't worry, my book is much!This is not the "ghost" just left, I went to "chew" another book. Because I usually a "bite" is more than an hour, did not feel tired, so always have not enough time to do homework. For this mother not to criticize me many times.But even so, my passion for books is still not reduced, instead of the book iseven more obsessed with.

　　As Golgi said: "the book is the ladder of human progress." Reading their own joy of reading!

    五年級:張婧怡

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