Old books are used to write compositions.

1. How to write old books in the composition "Old Books"

When you see old books, the first thing that comes to mind is broken books, but when you think about it carefully, old books may not be broken. Such as the Millennium fox demon, it is very attractive. Few poor scholars in a serial studio can escape from their skirts. I think of old books again, but they are different. Isn't it the fashion of Chinese studies now? A large number of old books can be reprinted, and a large number of old books appear in the form of new books, which means that old books are not necessarily old books.

When I was a teenager, the most frequent place to visit bookstores was the new book counter, where I thought I could see new books. Read only two words: new bottle. Now, no matter where I go, I will still go to the bookstore, go straight to the corner of the bookstore, squeeze into the almost dusty cupboard and read the oldest book.

I can see a lot, but it's boring. I only think two words: old wine. Because it is said that only those who seal the altar are good wines, and if the wine is not sealed 150 years, there will be no smell of wine. So I think comparing old books to old wine is a high evaluation. Thinking of this, I began to blame myself again: when I was a teenager, I didn't know how to cherish the old books left by my ancestors, but I smashed them and threw them away ... I even thought that if I had known how to cherish them, I might have been a "master of Chinese studies". It seems that toilet paper is not necessarily worthless, at least it has a great opportunity cost.

In order to recover the loss of using old books as papyrus, I began to cultivate another bad habit of myself: looking for old books in papyrus. Fortunately, my luck is really good. I dug up all the books, rules, commandments and anecdotes in Mandarin. However, over and over again, I saw nothing but helplessness. Silence.

I remember when I was a child, there was an old woman in the village. Every night, she always stands on the ridge at the head of the village and curses the street with obscure old sayings. At that time, I wondered what she really hated. After 30 years, I finally realized that the old woman who lived to be over 90 years old was actually an old book. When she finally boiled it into an old book, she wanted others to read her carefully, but no one wanted to read her again. Soon after, the old woman passed away, but I heard the confession of the younger generation in the cry of the funeral. I was one of them at that time, so I felt that I lost the opportunity to become a "master of Chinese studies" again.

After thinking about it, I realized that we were all in the process of going to second-hand books. Not to mention how amazing it is, it will eventually grow old. Even on the green branches of cypress trees, there is a striped road that does not reflect the ruthlessness of time.

2. Write a composition on the topic of old books.

The faint moonlight shone through the window, reflected on the floor of the room and cast a soft light.

Gently open the bookcase, I saw my familiar bibliography.

Eyes wandering on the book, I don't know which one to take out. These books are all familiar to me, such as a dream of red mansions, thin comic books and Analects of Confucius. They are too abstruse for me to understand ... I can recite all the books. I looked at it hesitantly. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion jumped up. I just glanced at it a little, and I didn't hesitate to take out the first-grade textbook at the bottom.

Open it gently, and with the sound of "Cha La La", the yellow pages are hard. I was stunned at first, but then I couldn't help laughing. I remember that when I was in the second grade, I washed my feet while watching. I accidentally slipped my hand and it slipped into the basin like a loach.

Page by page, pinyin first, and then teach us to write simple new words. Although the handwriting on it is blurred by water, it is still roughly clear. I saw a girl, white and chubby, holding a pencil tightly, writing one by one, writing askew, but her face was full of childish joy.

The word "one" suddenly caught my eye, and the whole page was full of crooked words of different sizes. At first, the "one" calligraphy and painting looked like a centipede, which made people feel uncomfortable. Although the back is not handsome or beautiful, at least it is not as ugly as the front. In the corner of the book, I saw a young font: wohuixiezile (I can write). Although it is pinyin, I still understand that the girl drew a whole page of the word "one" and finally wrote a line of pinyin in the corner with joy. Bright sunshine shines through her hair, and her round little face is full of innocent smiles, just like the sunshine floating on the water.

Go on turning back page by page, every page has intoxicating handwriting. I don't know why a page is half broken. As soon as I saw this, I knew I must have had a hard time with my parents. I've had this problem since I was a child. When I am angry, I will tear up everything I meet.

Page after page, two little people are painted on a page, stumbling on the paper, not knowing what to say, the dialogue has long been blurred, but a long-lost mood slips through my heart.

The books I used as a child are no strangers now, but I feel particularly cordial. From the naivety of grade one in primary school to the maturity of grade two in junior high school, I have really changed a lot! But the innocence in my heart doesn't seem to have changed, but with the passage of time, it has formed a thick cocoon. As this old book is opened page by page, the cocoon is uncovered layer by layer, and the childlike innocence flies out, and the happiness of childhood is scattered like the sunshine all over the sky. ...

Silent moonlight sprinkled on the old books in my hand. Although the pages have turned yellow, I have seen childhood smiles and tears. ...

3. Write a composition on the topic of an old book. With the warm and soft touch, I opened my eyes slightly. It is a pair of gentle hands that disturb my deep sleep.

I am a book, forgotten by time, and have been sleeping for too long. I moved the starting board, the pages creaked and a cloud of dust rose in the air.

After a pause, what I heard seemed to fly over the noise at this time, and I was immersed in memories. With the final careful completion, I saw his smile He is Cao Xueqin. At this time, I was still a beginner. I still don't know what kind of surprise I will bring to the world.

I show off my brand-new coat all the time, and it passes quickly in my hands. I can feel these people's longing for the dark ink I carry. However, the good times did not last long. One day, I heard that "the soldiers are coming!" I was packed in a wooden box in a hurry, and then there was endless waiting.

I don't know how long it took, but the click of the box lock woke me up. A pair of calloused hands carefully brushed the dust off my body. In this touch, I seem to feel the treasure of an old man. He gave me to his grandson, and the boy threw me back to the bottom of the box without turning it over a few times. I suddenly miss those scholars who have been reading me enthusiastically and touching every word with their fingers hungrily.

It's been so long that I can't count how many days have passed. I was held up by a pair of fat hands and heard a flattering voice, "Look, this is a box of ancient books, which is valuable."

In this way, I was shelved, as a symbol of my master's knowledge, but he never opened me. However, his ignorant child, tired of playing computer and TV, came to turn over the books and couldn't understand them, so he threw me into another bookshelf.

There are all kinds of books on this shelf. I looked at piles of glossy magazines and tried to avoid me, thinking that I hated my dust and tattered yellow pages.

Only some slightly yellow thread-bound books came to chat with me. From their narration, I was shocked to realize that when I was sleeping outside time, the world had been washed away by time and changed the whole picture.

I stood quietly in this corner, watching people quietly. I saw them turn a thick book into a short guide book, I saw them turn paper into a first-hand e-reader ... I saw that after the new book that was thrown aside became an old book, it turned from helplessness to indifference.

Only some scholars are willing to think seriously, only some gray-haired old people hold us with tears in their eyes ... I am tired and fell asleep. When I woke up this time, I had arrived at what people call a bookstore. This is an old bookstore with many books similar to mine. I finally saw it. More and more people stopped and pushed open the bookstore door. The bookstore owner is very young and often dusts us gently. Here is a quiet corner. Once again, I feel the enthusiasm from my hands, old people, children, all kinds.

I can't help but think of the tranquility in the corner of the bamboo forest, the tranquility under the solitary lamp, the tranquility in the yard ... The quiet world is only you and me, and * * * is harmonious. I thought I was in a dream, and this dream may be shining into reality.

Every old book is a history of time. What is hidden under the thick dust is the life we lost in time and need to taste tea with our heart. -Postscript.

4. find a small box from the storage room! That box is dirty. I am curious. Open it and see how many books there are! I see. I hid it ten years ago. There are my beloved comic books and Wu Cheng'en's Journey to the West!

These old books remind me of my childhood! I miss it so much! A brand of memory, deeply engraved in my heart!

These old books remain unchanged. Although it becomes heavy under the dust! But still, I remember at that time, I also wrote my name! I swept away the dust and saw that I was so naive and my handwriting was still so scrawled! But I was thinking in my heart, old books, he completely took me back to the past, thinking about that time, so relaxed! In the blink of an eye, time has passed! Let me come to the palace of reading! Childhood memories, in these old books, my friends and I read through The Journey to the West in Wu Cheng'en, and often fantasize that I wish I were the Monkey King. All right, all right! We watched every word under the steps until the sun went down and we went home for dinner!

In elementary school, I was caught peeking in class and stood for 2 hours. Just at noon, two people feel so hot!

Now, open the old books! The change of an era is like this, even after ten years, it will be brand new! At that time, there were no paintings, just ordinary black and white! Although now humble!

I watched it again, and a feeling of nostalgia came to my mind! I miss it! My childhood, my heart can not help but be very sour!

Old books are the past, and they will be the witness of a period of history! We have to look for old books and open them. It will make you feel puzzled!

Now, I dust it off again and put it in the box! Keep him in my memory! I hope to open it later!

5. Old book composition [old book composition]

Twenty years ago, I studied in a technical secondary school. The school was on a hill near the intersection of Wuchang Street, and I wrote old books. The school is not big. At that time, the school didn't even have a fence, and it was integrated with the nearby residential areas. There is a small street from the side door of the school. There are a video store, a barber shop, a snack bar and a small food market in this street. People do their own business here, which is very popular. In this big city, it seems that a street in the hometown county has been moved, which makes people feel quite cordial. That small old bookstore, called Zhixin Old Bookstore, lives in a corner of this small street, which is inconspicuous but a warm place. Not making public nature is the minimum quality of this small bookstore, and it does not have the capital to make public. This is a very shabby shop. If someone opens a Regan Noodles Pavilion, people will think it is not bright enough. The signboard is also very simple. Knowing new and old books makes the shop write by hand. On a small wooden board with a white background, red words are written. After entering the store, I found it was deep, the windows were blocked by bookshelves, and the light could only be emitted by a few fluorescent lamps. The air is not circulating and has a slight musty smell. Everyone in it is holding a book, reading quietly, and whispering everything for fear of disturbing others. Every time I walk in and cross that threshold, it's like suddenly entering another world completely different from the outside world. This feeling is so wonderful that I still miss it. The owner of the bookstore is a man in his forties. Very thin, wearing thick glasses, a little sharp mouth, everything is slow, and I can't see my emotions. I always see what he is doing-sorting out old books, classifying and pricing old books, or dealing with people who buy or sell books. He doesn't greet people, but he seems to keep a certain distance from customers. It is difficult for people to have insightful opinions about his life. I am curious. It seems that I live alone and have never seen my wife and children. Sometimes at noon, I see the proprietress who runs a snack bar next door bring him a fried rice. He habitually took the meal, handed five dollars, and occasionally flashed a shy smile on his face. I am an introverted child, and it seems certain that introverted children like to visit bookstores. After discovering this old bookstore, I seldom visit other bookstores. I must be just a shy student. I often visit bookstores, just reading books instead of buying books, which will inevitably be looked down upon by salespeople. But in this second-hand bookstore, I don't have to worry. It doesn't matter if I just watch it or not, and it seems that a spectator like me is still very popular. Because, in such a small second-hand bookstore, there are always a few people reading books quietly there, and it will have the atmosphere it deserves. Slowly, I fell in love with old books. Sometimes, I am attracted by the contents of books, and sometimes, what attracts me is their origins. I found that the biggest difference between old books and new books is that old books have history. There is a story behind every old book. A book, once owned by a person, will spend happy or lonely time with its owner. Maybe it was treasured, maybe it was given, or even it was forgotten by its owner ... Now, it lies quietly in this small old bookstore, waiting for the new owner to take it away. Slowly, I began to take some old books home. Some books will surprise people. Many times, I really want to read a book, and I have searched all the bookstores, but I can't find it. However, without advice, it meets you in this small second-hand bookstore, and you will be secretly surprised by this fate. Sometimes, I will send some books I don't read to the second-hand bookstore and exchange them for other books. Of course, in the middle of the exchange, the shopkeeper earned what he needed for his life. There is another situation, that is, I can't meet my living expenses, and I will find some books to exchange my meager living expenses. When I handed over the book, I was reluctant to give it up, hoping to redeem it when my family gave me living expenses. Many times, when I get rich, those books will never be found again. Once, I redeemed a book and found that the price at the time of redemption was the same as that at the time of sale. I was secretly surprised. When I saw my boss, he was doing something as if nothing had happened. By the time I graduated, I had five boxes of books. Come to school to pick up my father and brother and complain about these heavy book boxes. In the chaos, most of the five boxes of books were sold to that old bookstore. Graduation is coming, and many students are dealing with old books. The shopkeeper is very busy. He is still alone, stuck in a pile of old books, and looks a little tired. The boss seemed a little surprised when he saw me. I have been his regular customer for several years. Although we didn't have any conversation, we all had a tacit understanding. In the way he looked at me, I saw some kind of loss. This may be the loss of farewell. It suddenly occurred to me that there are graduates like me every year, and we came and went one by one in the confused eyes of this lonely person. For a moment, I felt some kind of pity. This man has some similarities with old books.

6. Hubei composition "Old Book", how to write it? I prefer old books to new ones. There are many second-hand bookstores near the school, each of which costs two or three yuan. Every time I pass by, I have to go in and look through it. Not only do I hope to find some good books that I can't get, or I am ashamed of myself, but I hope to find a mood and get some stories behind old books. I like old books, because there is a sad and happy story behind every old book. It stays quietly in a corner with a humble attitude, waiting for a doomed person to discover its story, soothe its loneliness and explore its value. Then it silently tells its own story, waiting for * * *, waiting for the silent acceptance of a person who is destined to be happy or sad. Strong and sincere. When you see another person's emotional expression or those wonderful sentences of inspiration surprise in the yellowed pages, you will always be moved for a long time or chew for a long time. Once, you saw a book in a second-hand bookstore with new pages and paper. You were surprised to pick it up, only to find that the title page and the inner page of the last page were filled with a person's name. You suddenly realized that it had become an old book, and you were still daydreaming about the legendary experience of this book. Is it an unexplored story in the flower season, or a mischievous child's prank, or ... I once saw a yellowed page in a second-hand bookstore, with a mimeograph on the title page and a broken corner of the handwriting, but every page is flat and neat, just like a poor and delicate old man, simple and clean, and still humble after the hardships of time and life. I still remember that book. How I was deeply intoxicated by it when it brought me into another world of sorrow and joy; How distressed and worried I am when it becomes awkward after the corrosion of time. Now, it has been abandoned ... a book's life is like a person's growth experience, and an old book is like an old man. Life is drifting from place to place, and books are borrowed from the East to the West. When you see old books, you will naturally feel a sense of piety and compassion. Books are new at first, just like people who love life. Or be mercilessly discarded, moved to a second-hand bookstore to wait for the value to be rediscovered, or be collected at home as a souvenir of years and human feelings, or still be put aside for pity. I don't have many books, but I cherish every one. I still remember when Fortress Besieged was popular in my second grade, my cousin in high school squeezed 18 out of my living expenses to buy it for me. I cherished reading it countless times, and the book was turned thick, and then it was flattened with a dictionary with distress. But it was lost by a classmate. He carefully said that he would compensate me for a new one, but I refused. How do the new ones compare with the old ones? If you have feelings, how can you be willing to let a new one replace it? Que Ning, at least, will leave a deep memory for you, remember my cousin's affection and the shock that the book brought to us at that time ... These are not memories that can only be filled by substitution, but incomplete memories. Swallows are gone, so we can only wait for warm spring; The flowers have withered, so we have to wait for them to bloom again. But the book is old, but it doesn't affect anything. The feeling brought by old books is incomparable to that brought by new books. The new book is only fragrant, but the old book is very human. Old books not only did not lose the knowledge of new books, but added a lot of knowledge that new books did not have. It's refreshing to see the eyebrows and empathize with them, such as seeing a bosom friend; Different opinions, eyebrows slightly wrinkled; Wonderful point of view, clap your hands and applaud. This emotional flow is so wonderful and real. I like to look through old books regularly and recall my initial emotions and memories at that time. I will think of many beautiful memories, related people and things, and the lost time. Even though I couldn't understand its beauty at first, now it has become a beautiful scenery and an exclusive memory. Old books are almost "redemption". Cherishing old books means cherishing life; Cherishing old books means cherishing the future.

7. An old book composition I took an old book off the shelf. I brushed the dust away. I smiled when I saw this book. The book has become very broken, the corners of the book have turned over, and there are many wrinkles. It's not as smooth as it used to be. Although "old", my love for it has never changed.

Its name is Shuai. Although this book is a cartoon, there is a truth in every story. Let me introduce handsome and others. Aging, mental retardation, senior one, love face, love stinky tofu, hate homework, hate girls with big faces, and think they are smart, so they often make all kinds of embarrassing things.

A girl with a big face, high IQ, is at the same table as Ah Shuai, hates Ah Shuai, has a big face and looks down on Ah Shuai. This cartoon tells all kinds of embarrassing things about Shuai, and everyone doesn't like it. So it often plays practical jokes to attract others' attention. For example, Shuai saw a bottle of chocolate milk at the big-faced girl at the same table, and gulped it down when he didn't come back. I didn't expect it to be Chili water, so hot that handsome's mouth was full of fire. At this time, Shuai's mouth turned into a sausage mouth.

Sister-in-law with big face came back and laughed when she saw handsome being played. As a result, Big Face laughed and was taken to the hospital. This tells us that we shouldn't take things that don't belong to us, and anyone who intentionally hurts others will come to a bad end.

If you read my composition, you must think that what I wrote is nonsense. Books should be written by celebrities, such as Journey to the West and Water Margin. It's ridiculous that you can write cartoons. But I have every reason to refute you: isn't this just a book? Isn't this an old book? And the title only says it's an old book, not that you can't write comics. Comics are also books. You adults must say that comics are a waste of time. No, you are wrong. Even comics have their own reasons. If you don't believe me, you can look for books that are not worth promoting.

You are the first teacher in my life. Although you are a mentally retarded child in the book, you also have your own life and should not be discriminated against. Come on, I support you. Although you are not as profound as The Analects of Confucius and as exploratory as The Journey to the West, you will always be the first in my heart.