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One of my happiest things is reading. I like reading. Because there are knowledge, wonderful stories, mysteries of nature, interesting things in life, humor, jokes, cartoons, brain teasers and the truth of being a man. Whenever I have a new book, I will hold it, put it down, and then forget all about eating and sleeping. When eating, my mother called me seven or eight times, but I still couldn't bear to put down my beloved book. So I can finish a book in three days, and some books can be finished in half a day. Because I like reading, my parents always buy books for me. There are 100 thousand whys, traveling around the world in 80 days, encyclopedia of youth knowledge, historical stories and so on. Now, my books are piled up in the cupboard. In order to let me study more, my parents gave me a membership card of Xinhua Bookstore Readers Club, where I can borrow books at any time. Every time I borrow books, I feel like I'm swimming in an ocean of knowledge. This book is so beautiful that I took this one and want to take another one. In order to finish another book as soon as possible, I will read faster. I like reading. I learned a lot from books. Not only has the academic performance been among the best in the class, but the articles are getting better and better. In the second grade of primary school, I participated in the national "Hundred Years Tree People" Cup ecological moral essay competition and won the third prize. When I was in the third grade, I won the third prize of the "Chutian Cup" composition competition in the whole province. In recent years, Xiangfan Daily and Xiangfan Evening News have also published some of my articles. My classmates all envy me. My mother asks me to read 100 books a year, and I want to read 800 books a year. Reading is my happiest thing. I read, and I am very happy. Human life is limited. How can we make a limited life colorful? How can we let the limited life overflow with rich fragrance and shine with infinite brilliance? How can we improve the quality of life and add value to life? That is reading. Everyone may have similar dreams, starting again and again in a distant place. I am eager to walk in different landscapes, but in reality, maybe we can only work hard in offices and vegetable markets. However, we can set our minds off from one place to another in one book after another. The accumulation of life can be in Wan Li Road or in thousands of books. Books enrich the simple people in the world; Books bring the noisy people back to nature. In the hurried journey, in the heavy luggage, on the mahogany desk … Don't forget to save a place for your favorite book! I like reading, and I like reading at night. Although there is no tea to add fragrance, a cup of green tea is enough! Quiet night outside the window, ancient books on the table, figures in pairs under the lamp. The coming history makes me close at hand, just like a long-lost rain that comes with the wind and melts into my heart. Come and go, clean your dusty mind spotlessly, brew a pot of green tea, and savor yesterday's silhouette, loneliness under the lamp, ancient and modern feelings together in a room full of fragrance, just outside the window. I never thought that there would be such a quiet and insatiable mood. A few pages of ancient books are opened, and the slightly yellow pages are clearly engraved with distant memories, a state of mind, and a state of mind that has lasted for generations. After passing through the dust of the years, it is gently bound into a rare book with thread, which has been passed down to this day. In the past years, there are clean and quiet lights in the opened pages, and exquisite vocabulary is some exquisite and self-sufficient souls. We think alone at night, we search hard in the pages, thinking about the eternal fate. Looking for the initial sincere throb, in fact, life is also a book. People living in the city need some classical mood, gentle mood and a calm heart to read the aftertaste after pollution. Life is spread out on the table, and the years pass by outside the window. The person who sits alone under the lamp is not a passer-by, but a person who goes home. Time flies, the night is like ink, and the breath around me gradually falls asleep. And I always lean on the bed, light the lamp, and still read, just like reading the flowers and birds in spring. Look at the thunder and rain in summer. Look at the fallen leaves of phoenix trees in autumn. See the frozen snow sculpture in winter. I don't read gently enough, like a flood drowning all my feelings. Years are long, send my love into the book, I will never be lonely. I have an eternal Covenant with words. She comforted me when things changed. Sadness in adversity. She relieved me of my worries.