A 350-word essay on the book-covered story

1. Composition: Book wrapping (400 words)

School has started, and wrapping books seems to have become a "home cooking" for everyone, so the teacher assigned us a "difficult task" "The task of wrapping the book cover. And I still pack it myself.

How to wrap it yourself? Did my father always give me bags in the past? I rolled my eyes, yes! If you don’t know how to wrap, you can learn! So, I quickly went to ask my father, the "book cover expert", for advice. Dad first brought a white book cover, picked up a book, and told me to see how many books could be wrapped in a piece of paper. After measuring it, I cut it with scissors. I must remember not to cut it into the same shape as the book. Big, just a little bigger than the book. Then cut out a small trapezoid in the middle of the book cover. Don't cut too much, fold it back... Dad's nagging makes me a little annoyed. So, I started my book wrapping operation. My knife, scissors, and tape are all ready. I took out a book cover and prepared to put a white coat on my Chinese language book. I cut a book cover three times, five by two, and divided it into a book cover for the Chinese language book. Then I cut a small trapezoid in the middle of the book cover, folded it back, and finally , thinking about the way my father used to wrap book covers, yes! Fold all three sides back and you're done, hey! What's missing? By the way, put on the tape, I quickly fixed the tape. When I was admiring my great "masterpiece", I suddenly realized something was wrong. Why couldn't the book close? I patted hard, but still couldn't close it. Dad came over, looked at it, and said, "I can't close it because the book cover is cut too small, so I can't close it." When I read the book, it felt like I was wearing a tights. Then, I carefully tore off the book cover. After learning the lesson from last time and after some "struggle", I put the first white "clothes" on the Chinese language book. Looking at the wrapped book cover, the corners of my mouth could not help but turn up with satisfaction. smile. Then I wrapped the second book, the third book, the fourth book... Gradually, my book wrapping skills became better and better. After wrapping the book covers, I stacked the books in "white clothes" together from large to small, feeling very happy. After wrapping the book cover, I took a deep breath and walked to the window. Father-in-law Sun smiled, as if telling me that as long as I work hard, I will succeed. Hard work pays off! Sister Baiyun also stopped, as if saying to me, if you don’t know how, you have to learn, live and learn...

Wrapping book covers made me know the hard work of my parents, and it helped me learn the same thing again. New skills. It taught me that only by studying hard can I master new skills and become a useful person to society.

A little much, see a little 2. The story of me and books Composition 350~400 words

Books, what a simple and ordinary eye! However, it occupies a very high position in my mind.

In the long river of my memory, there are always "stories of books" rippling in my mind. I have an indissoluble bond with books, and every time I hold them When I pick up the books wrapped in book covers, I can't help but think of the past... How important books are to me! If I decide that life ranks first, then books must be second only to life. I have cried and been sad for books. That may be my attachment to books.

Whenever I see a book "retired", I feel extremely sad, as if half of my flesh has been taken away. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh. Not only that, but I also "sold my life" for books? It's hard to believe it, but it's definitely not a lie, it's the truth from the bottom of my heart.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me. I liked it very much. But since I'm not knowledgeable enough, it seems very laborious - I always have to look it up in a dictionary.

One day, I was sitting on the shore of a very shallow pond. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of admiring it. I still held the book in my hands and read it. But when I looked up the dictionary carefully, the This cherished book "sneaked away" when I wasn't paying attention, and fell into the pool with a "pop" sound. For a moment, I was like an animal that had lost its soul. I plunged my head into the pool, trying to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water. I touched the book, but the regrettable thing happened again. I Unfair swimming! My body is not very tall, so it is difficult for me to reach the ground.

I hugged the book and struggled in the pool. Maybe it was God's will. Brother appeared at this moment and I was saved.

However, when I returned home, I was beaten and scolded again. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book.

The book was soaked to pieces. When I opened it, I saw the turbidity... I cried again. Maybe you will laugh at my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, then I'm afraid you can't help it either.

Books, my lifelong dream is to own books all over the world. I even dream about it, but maybe this is an unattainable wish.

However, I do not feel despair, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is books that cultivate my sentiments and accompany me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely happy. But a word of warning: those are all healthy, meaningful books! My story with books From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined to me."

In the days that followed, I tried every means to get close to her. , trying to understand her, it didn't take long, and gradually I realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her. Maybe I was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, or maybe I wanted to escape the suffocating x+y, so I asked her out again and again, walking from her fragrant title page to a strange and fresh world.

Not for "the golden house in the book", not for "the beautiful face like jade in the book", not for utilitarianism, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in my heart , just for the pleasant "green space" in my heart. Her knowledge is so vast, her words are so philosophical; her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal the world. All the wounds... When I was in pain and confusion due to failure, she always said to me: "The real light is not that there is never a dark time, it is just that it is never covered by darkness; the real hero is not that there is never humility. Your sentiments are just not swayed by despicable sentiments; when you want to defeat external enemies, you must first defeat your inner enemies. You don't have to be afraid of sinking and falling, as long as you constantly extricate yourself and renew yourself."

When I was dancing for joy because of a small success, she always said to me: "There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and there are even stronger ones among the strong. A truly strong person must not only withstand the test of failure, but also Withstand the baptism of sugar-coated bullets after success, when you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness and admiring the flowers and the moon, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." She always said this to me when I couldn't extricate myself due to "slight confusion". I said: "A person will meet many people in his life, some are meteors, and some are stars.

A shooting star is beautiful, but it is a shooting star after all. The meaning of a shooting star is that it is fleeting, and the beauty of a shooting star It only originates from a moment. After all, a shooting star is a shooting star. If you pursue it for a long time, you can only wait for the star that belongs to you and cling to the beauty of this moment. The pain will only be your own. ”

When I was timid and hesitant to move forward, she would send me poems like this: "I am confident that my life of two hundred years will be like water hitting three thousand miles"; The sword smiles to the sky, leaving the liver and gallbladder behind."... Yes! This is her. No matter it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade of the trees, or the biting cold wind raging outside the window, as long as you are with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and provide a sense of comfort in the severe cold. warmth. She is the book, and this is the story between me and the book.

My story with books Looking back now, the first book that I was destined to meet has begun to become blurred and faded. Although I have passed through countless books in the past few years, they have never had the charm of "Three Hundred and Sixty Nights" from my childhood.

Compared with the previous chapter of "Books", the first grade - only two shabby, unknown books to accompany; the second grade - various small picture books and "Contemporary Primary School Students" Category; Third grade - I finished reading "The Furies" which I consider to be a full-length novel for the first time, and I admired the heroine Baima Onmu so much; Fourth grade - I read several issues of "Story Club" and a set of "900 Tang Poems" ", as well as "Journey to the West", "Journey to the East" and "Journey to the North". Fifth grade - 16 volumes of "Doraemon", 3 volumes of "Dragon Ball" and "The Rose of Versailles" as well as "Jane Eyre" and "Muslim Funeral".

During the summer vacation of fifth grade - I re-read the books I had read in the past.

I have read many issues of "Talking About the Past and the Present", "Biographies of Ten Generals", "The Case of Liu Gong" and "Bai Yutang" from my father's bookshelf.

This summer vacation, I read a lot of books because I read very fast. Another thing is that I have a strong affinity for reading. As long as I have a book in hand, I will read it in one day.

Part 2 of "Book" and Me. 3. A 350-word essay on the story of me and books

Gorky once said: "Reading a book is like opening a window to life."

Bacon said: "Reading gives people fun, gives people brilliance, and gives people talents."

I think: "Books are like mysterious gems, with infinite value hidden in them; books are the treasure house of knowledge, so that Ignorant people become erudite and talented; books are like loyal friends who will always help and support you silently when you encounter difficulties. "So, I love books, even to the point of obsession.

I vaguely remember that when I was very young, my mother would always hold me on her lap when she came back from get off work every day, holding a storybook in her hand, reading each story one by one. Tell me. I would always sit quietly and listen with relish, as if I was in the world described in the book. When my mother talks about wonderful things, I will clap my hands vigorously. At that moment, my mother will always look at me with relief...

When I was in the second grade, I had the first text book of my own. Book - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. That night, I was concentrating on my homework. My mother handed a book to me. I took a closer look and saw a mysterious picture painted on the cover of the book: a Frankenstein wearing glasses, sitting in a strange fish-shaped ship and laughing. . Several groupers with colorful stripes all over their bodies were swimming around the strange ship, seeming to be sizing up this uninvited guest who had broken into their world. I was immediately deeply attracted by it. I immediately grabbed the book from my mother's hand, opened the book and started reading. Whatever the homework is, put it aside for now. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty Captain Nemo, has become everything to me at this time. I don’t know how much time passed, but I suddenly heard my mother’s cry: “Chenchen, have you finished your homework?” It was only then that I remembered that my homework had not been finished yet. After finishing my homework in a hurry, I The book was secretly brought under the covers. It was late at night and the house was quiet. I gently opened the book again, and continued to wander the wonderful underwater world with Captain Nemo in the book...

When I woke up the next day, I found that the book was still firmly in my mind Holding the ground to the chest. For the next few weeks, that book accompanied me to school during the day and to bed at night. He literally became a part of my life.

Ever since I came into contact with the book "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", my love for books has been out of control. I can't wait to enter the world of books. The book showed me more than I imagined. It was a fantasy world that was completely different from the real world. That world was richer and more wonderful than the real world. "One Thousand and One Nights", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "A Hundred Thousand Whys", "Insects"..., like a whirlpool, they sucked me to the bottom of the sea of ??books, and I couldn't surface for a long time.

Books accompany me through happy times! Books will become my lifelong friends! 4. A 220-word essay on the process of wrapping books

The process of wrapping books

Now that school has started, wrapping books seems to have become a "home cooking" for everyone, so the teacher assigned us a A "difficult" task - wrapping book covers. And I still pack it myself.

How to wrap it yourself? Did my father always give me bags in the past? I rolled my eyes, yes! If you don’t know how to wrap, you can learn! So, I quickly went to ask my father, the "book cover expert", for advice. Dad first brought a white book cover, picked up a book, and told me to see how many books could be wrapped in a piece of paper. After measuring it, I cut it with scissors. I must remember not to cut it into the same shape as the book. Big, just a little bigger than the book. Then cut out a small trapezoid in the middle of the book cover. Don't cut too much, fold it back... Dad's nagging makes me a little annoyed. So, I started my book wrapping operation. My knife, scissors, and tape are all ready.

I took out a book cover and prepared to put a white coat on my Chinese language book. I cut a book cover three times, five by two, and divided it into a book cover for the Chinese language book. Then I cut a small trapezoid in the middle of the book cover, folded it back, and finally , thinking about the way my father used to wrap book covers, yes! Fold all three sides back and you're done, hey! What's missing? By the way, put on the tape, I quickly fixed the tape. When I was admiring my great "masterpiece", I suddenly realized something was wrong. Why couldn't the book close? I patted hard, but still couldn't close it. Dad came over, looked at it, and said, "I can't close it because the book cover is cut too small, so I can't close it." When I read the book, it felt like I was wearing a tights. Then, I carefully tore off the book cover. After learning the lesson from last time and after some "struggle", I put the first white "clothes" on the Chinese language book. Looking at the wrapped book cover, the corners of my mouth could not help but turn up with satisfaction. smile. Then I wrapped the second book, the third book, the fourth book... Gradually, my book wrapping skills became better and better. After wrapping the book covers, I stacked the books in "white clothes" together from large to small, feeling very happy. After wrapping the book cover, I took a deep breath and walked to the window. Father-in-law Sun smiled, as if telling me that as long as I work hard, I will succeed. Hard work pays off! Sister Baiyun also stopped, as if she was telling me, if you don’t know how, you have to learn, live and learn...

Wrapping book covers made me know the hard work of my parents, and it helped me learn the same thing again. New skills. It taught me that only by studying hard can I master new skills and become a useful person to society.

A bit much, see some 5. A 400-word essay on fairy tales. Book and book cover

When I was a child, I went to the swimming pool in the summer and saw people in the deep water swimming like fish in the water. Drilling up and down, swimming happily, my eyes immediately glowed with envy. Standing in the shallow paddling pool, I couldn't help but think to myself: "It would be great if I could swim!"

I have to admit that I was an authentic "landlubber" at the time, at most. I can only do "dog scratching" while holding my breath, so I must bring my "life-saving straw" - a lifebuoy when swimming. However, I am not too young and I can’t swim yet. This is too...it feels so uncomfortable to be laughed at by others! "I must learn to swim!" This determination has taken root in my heart since then.

I told my mother this determination. My mother smiled knowingly and said: "Okay, you are not young anymore, you should learn to swim! Well, I will help you sign up for a summer swimming class!"

This is my swimming career here we go.

The teacher first taught us to hold our breath for 30 seconds to one minute. I am a "landlubber". I can only hold it in for 25 seconds at most, but I can't hold it in for 30 seconds. Once 25 seconds pass, I will choke on the water, and I can't breathe every time. But this did not knock down my determination. I practiced hard again and again... Finally, I was able to hold it for more than 50 seconds.

Next, learn the frog paddle and kick. At first, I couldn't coordinate my paddling and kicking well. I sank like a stone in the water. No matter how hard I tried, it was to no avail. One day I was playing by the lake in Sihai Park and accidentally saw a little frog swimming lightly in the water, just like a bird soaring in the sky. I observed it carefully for a while and realized the mystery. Coupled with my hard work, I soon learned the standard frog stroke and kick.

Finally, we have to learn to breathe. This is also an important part of swimming. I put more thought into practice. I don’t know how much water I drank and how many times I choked. “Hard work pays off” and I learned to breathe again.

Now that you’ve learned it all, you just need to put the movements together. I find time again to practice by myself. Finally, I mastered breaststroke.

My breaststroke stroke is pretty standard and my speed is fast. I'm really happy: I finally learned to swim!

"The sun always comes after the storm" and "The pie will never fall in the sky." To do things well, you must first have the understanding, and then study hard and practice hard, and you will definitely succeed. 6. A 350-word essay on the story of me and books

I love reading (I love reading) (summer life) (good habit)

I am a frequent visitor to the Library Building.

Yes, I love buying books, and I love reading even more.

Once, my father and I came back from buying books at 12 noon. I quickly took off my clothes, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and then walked into the study to read.

I quickly fell into the world of the book. Sometimes I was happy for him; sometimes I was sad for him; sometimes I was sweating for him. I was attracted by the wonderful content in the book and gave up all the entertainment and enjoyment outside the study. I didn't pay attention to what I had for dinner. I was immersed in the book. Time was like a train, running very fast.

"It's time for Dongdong to go to bed." I couldn't disobey grandma's order, and I wanted to know things. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I was still thinking about how David was doing? Has Alisha, who has no voice, been found? Is she happy now? Where is the Doctor's lexicography? I was eager to know the result, so I quietly got out of bed, walked to the study room with the book, gently opened the door, walked in, turned on the light, and read attentively. How hateful! Steerforth cruelly abandoned Elisha, and the kind-hearted Elisha lost control and became mentally ill. Hey! So pathetic! But evil has its own consequences, and the big bad Steerforth finally drowned. The doctor's dictionary has just been compiled into the 'D' department. David and Agnes have become charity ambassadors. I hope they will bring happiness to the world.

At this time, I heard the sound of gentle footsteps. When I looked back, my grandma was staring at me with angry and painful eyes: "Good boy, it's 12 o'clock. Reading is a good thing." , But you have to go to school tomorrow, and you can't do it if you are not healthy." Respect is worse than obeying orders, I put down the book reluctantly, and supported my grandma back to the bedroom.

Guo Moruo once said: Reading is a living thing, reading is a living thing, reading is a living thing. That’s how I am. Reading is enough for pleasure; enough for gambling; enough to develop talents. For some books, I am a light taster, and for some books, I I am a devourer, and I have to chew and digest some books.

Books are my friends, I love reading, and I love to gain knowledge and happiness from books.

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I hope this is helpful to you~~~~The story between me and the book I love watching TV and listening to music , but what I like most is sitting quietly at home reading a book.

I read neither too many nor too few books. There are more than 180 books in my bookcase, one of which is Laplace said: "The knowledge we know is limited, but the knowledge we do not know is infinite."

I think this sentence makes sense! I love reading comics and Grimm's fairy tales, but my favorite is detective books. The reason why I love detective books so much is because: I am an Aries, I love adventure, and I have a sense of passion.

There are also sad things in reading. One Tuesday night, after I finished my homework, I went to read a book. As soon as I entered the study room, I picked up the book "Detective Conan" that was half finished.

When I was fascinated, my mother came in. I thought she was here to check my homework, but unexpectedly she came to see what I was doing.

When he saw that I was reading other books other than paperwork, he immediately threw the "Detective Conan" book from my hand to the ground and grabbed one from the bookcase. The composition book I have already read asked me to read both sides of the book, and then tell me the titles and contents of the 20 essays in it. ah! Doesn't this want me to die? ah! Books bring me happiness, books bring me the knowledge I want, but books also bring me my mother’s nagging words! No matter how you say it, books are the gardeners of my life! I love books! My story with books I love books, and I love reading even more, because "books are the ladder of human progress" and I have had many interesting stories about books... "Ring, ring, ring..." In the middle of the night, the alarm clock in my room rang. I got up, I got up in the dark, it's so late, what am I going to do? It turns out that I have recently become obsessed with "The Adventures of Shukbeta". Today, I originally planned to read a hundred pages, but after reading only about twenty pages, my mother asked me to go to sleep. I will get up now and continue reading. .

I read it with relish. When I read that Shukbeta defeated the big cat and founded Shukbeta Airlines, I laughed, smiled, and suddenly felt like peeing. If it was normal, If it were, I would definitely not dare to leave the room to go to the bathroom, but now I don't. I staggered out of the room while making an airplane gesture, and walked around the living room in a swagger before entering the bathroom. After using the bathroom, The sound of flushing woke me up. I was startled in the dark. I ran back to the room three steps at a time. My heart was beating fast. It took a long time to recover. Then I picked up the book and continued reading. When I saw the pirate using When the despicable tactics caused a mess at Shukbeta Airport, I got a little angry and banged the wall hard, making a loud noise, which woke my mother up. Naturally, she was scolded. After being scolded, I was so confused that I actually held up my hand again. I started reading the book... If you want to know what happened next time, please listen to the breakdown next time! (Teacher’s comment: This kid doesn’t want to write anymore) The story between me and the book is interesting! My story with books: I am a girl who loves books. I have many extracurricular books at home, filling my bookcases. I am also a girl who loves reading. I can’t count the books in the bookcase that I have read so many times.

At the beginning of the semester, the teacher said that he would set up a reading corner in the class and ask everyone to donate the books they had read and no longer want to read to the class. The next day, many classmates brought books, and I also brought dozens of them! During the class class, the teacher said: "There are a lot of books in the reading corner! Who brought them all?" The students who brought the books raised their hands one after another, but they all said in unison: "Zhou Ning brought them At most!" After hearing this, I felt so happy! That night, I had a dream.

I dreamed that all the classmates were reading with great interest in the reading corner. Some students said while reading: "It's so well written!" Some said: "We are all included!" Some said, "Look, this is about me? Zhou Ning has included me in it. It's so interesting!" It turns out that the students are all reading my book in the reading corner! When I came to school the next day, the dream was still echoing in my mind, and I thought: Yes, it would be great if the students saw the book I wrote! I looked at the reading corner and secretly made up my mind: I must study hard, read more extracurricular books, and become a real writer in the future! My story with books Shakespeare once said: "Books are the nourishment of mankind." I think this metaphor is particularly relevant to my own growth process.

From the comic strips in my childhood to the current magazines such as "Middle School Students Reading and Writing" and "Book Excerpts" that combine knowledge and fun, I have absorbed a lot of nutrients. When I first learned about writing, looking at those comic strips, I couldn't help but be attracted by the rich imagination.

Over time, I also became a dreamer. Sometimes I can't help but stare in the mirror in a daze, sketching what I looked like when I grew up and what kind of work I will do in the future.

When I started composing, I turned my attention to literary works. From "Little Red Riding Hood" to "A Dream of Red Mansions" over and over again, I tried to combine my imagination with the beautiful words and sentences in these works to describe my own composition world.

So, in my writing, there are cute girls like Little Red Riding Hood, there are cute people like Lin Daiyu, there are weird elves, and there are omnipotent aliens. . Therefore, teachers often read my compositions as model essays, especially those good sentences that are very detailed.

As everyone knows, that is the result of my careful study. As I get older, my interest in writing grows.

Especially when my article was put into print for the first time, I was even more ecstatic, and I am sincerely grateful to the composition forum that gave me confidence and encouragement - "Middle School Students Reading and Writing". Through it, I learned a lot of writing skills, and better learned how to choose words and make sentences; through it, I also understood that it is not enough to just learn from other people’s writings. If you want to have more connotations, you need to look further. Some.

So I began to read some books that were informative, interesting, and current affairs, such as "Book Excerpts", "Youth Expo", "The Golden Age", "Zhiyin", etc. Through them, I learned more about the world and politics. More importantly, they made me understand the skills I should have if I want to be the master of the next century.

So, under their guidance, I had my own struggle and my own independent opinions.

The book has accompanied me for 14 years. It is like a jumping note and a colorful picture page, which is the symbol of human civilization. 8. A 70-word essay on the process of book wrapping

Today, our class held a book wrapping competition. I am confident and confident because I have consulted my mother at home and already know how to wrap book covers.

The teacher gave the order: "Start." Everyone started making book covers. I first divided the book cover paper into two equal parts, took out one part, folded it in half, and placed the book on it. Align the top, bottom, left and right, cut a slit in the top and bottom, then unfold the book cover, put the book on it, cover it, mark the outline of the book, open a page, then wrap the page and use tape It stays firmly in place. Then the same goes for the reverse side, OK, one has been wrapped, and I thought: Ah, finally one has been wrapped, and I have to speed up. When get out of class is over, I haven't wrapped it yet, and it took a long time to finish it. Then I looked at it and thought, oh, it’s really ugly. It’s really a failure among failures. But the teacher asked us to go home and continue if we didn’t complete the task. I want to cherish this opportunity and wrap it up with my own hands.

Chinese people are not good at hands-on skills. Hands-on skills can open up the intelligence. I am not good at hands-on skills, but it doesn’t matter. Failure is the mother of success. As long as you practice more, practice makes perfect, and you can use it flexibly. I believe God rewards hard work. , one day I will be better than now. 9. Composition "Book Cover" 550 words

Childhood is colorful. In my childhood, there was one thing that impressed me deeply.

That was when I was 6 years old. The teacher gave out a new book. I was so happy that I asked my mother to go to the stationery store to buy a beautiful book cover with a big cock. After my mother bought it, I carefully read the beautiful book cover. The package is in the book, ha! A beautiful big cock appears! I happily took it to show off to my friends, but my friends snatched it over and over again, making the book cover wrinkled. I felt distressed and ran home with the book cover, and thought of a good way. , I saw my mother ironing her trousers before, so my book cover should be changed too, right? I held the iron and started doing it while thinking about my mother. However, in less than a minute, a hole was torn in the cover of the book for no reason. I thought the iron had eaten my big cock, so I burst into tears. Mom smelled it. The sound came over and asked: "What's wrong? You were fine just now, why are you crying?" I cried and said: "My big cock was eaten by the iron, what should I do?" My mother laughed and said: " Why are children so stupid! The iron can only iron cloth!" "Oh, I said so." I nodded in understanding. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done, and I even think it's funny.