Write a 500-word essay about what story

1. Write a 500-word essay about my story with something else

My story with books

From the first time I saw her , I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined for me." In the following days, I tried every means to get close to her, trying to understand her. It didn't take long, and I gradually realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her. . Maybe because I was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, maybe because I wanted to escape the suffocating x+y, I asked her out again and again, and walked into a strange and fresh world from her fragrant title page. Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own beauty like jade", not for utilitarianism, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in the heart, just for the joy in the heart. A "green space" for people. 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 humble 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 continue to extricate yourself and renew yourself.” When she was dancing for joy with success, she always said to me: "There is heaven, there are people outside, 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 sugar-coated bullets after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness and enjoy the flowers and the moon, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." When I couldn't extricate myself due to "slight confusion", she always said to me: "A person's life. You will meet many people, some are shooting stars, 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 only comes from the moment. After all, a shooting star is a shooting star. For a long time, I can only wait for the star that belongs to me, and hold on to the beauty of this moment. The pain can only be for myself." When I was timid and hesitated to move forward, she would send this poem: "Confidence in life for two hundred years. , It will be like water hitting three thousand miles"; "There will be strong winds and waves, and I will hang my cloud sails directly across the sea"; "I will smile to the sky from my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact"... 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. 2. Write your own story of 500 words

The boring and boring life day after day lacks the happiness I want. Facing the uncertainty of the future, I don’t know what to do. My confused mood is like a match that cannot light. Only when I face words can I relax, forget about the unpleasantness, and indulge in the happy time that words bring me.

He is often taciturn in front of people, and will be mistaken for a mute by others. I am not good at expressing myself, so I would rather be a veritable mute. I am unique and like to use words to describe my feelings. It is also another good way to convey feelings. In the world of words, I will show a different me, a true self. I am relatively withdrawn and write what I like in my diary as I please. Even if no one appreciates it, I am still happy like that. I hope that one day, people will stop talking and express themselves in beautiful words without verbal conflicts, and the world will have more harmony... I look forward to that day!

Words are the most charming thing in the world. Once you fall in love with them, you will be deeply involved in them and cannot extricate yourself. It is no secret that I like them. It attracts me, fascinates me, and is the love of my life. With it, my world is no longer monotonous; and it is my motivation to move forward. I have always had a dream buried in my heart, which quietly took root and sprouted - I want to be a writer. I saw the writer magically piece together the strange and small words into a touching story and an emotional article. I also want to create my own story, condense those monotonous words together, and turn them into amazing masterpieces that will be remembered in people's hearts.

It is words that bring me infinite happiness, and they repaint my world. Without it, my world will become as bleak as black and white. The beautiful words are woven into sad sentences to describe my happiness. 3. Write a 500-word essay based on the story of my family

Dad, Mom, and I form a harmonious family, a warm home. Happiness is the main theme in our family, and some funny things often happen, such as: "Huihui" (the nickname of the puppy) and I knocked over the water dispenser while dancing, "Dancer" (the nickname of the kitten) fell asleep involuntarily while dancing, etc. I won’t introduce them one by one. Please read below and you will have a deeper understanding of my family’s affairs.

One time, my father bought a water pillow and I was very happy. I immediately picked up the pillow to fill it with water, but no matter what, I couldn't put the water in. After careful study, I found that the water inlet of the water pillow was too small. Without saying anything, I cut a corner of the water pillow like cutting a bag of milk. , Bo filled the pillow with water effortlessly, and then sealed it with transparent tape. Just when I was happy, I found that the sheets and clothes were all wet. Then my mother walked in. My heart was pounding like fifteen buckets of water. My mother looked at the "crime scene" and seemed to understand everything. At that time, I didn't blame him, I just packed it up without saying a word...

As the saying goes, you can't escape the first day of the new year, but you can't escape the fifteenth day. At night, my father and mother began to teach me a lesson: "Who taught you to do this? , causing us trouble all day long, when will we grow up?" I seemed to feel their helplessness, so I had to bow my head and admit my mistake. Finally, I ran into the room and cried loudly. After crying, I reflected that it was my fault. Why should I be so smart? I cut a hole in the water pillow even though there was a water filling funnel in the packaging box, which made my mother busy cleaning it for me.

I learned from this that you have to be serious and careful when doing things, you can’t be smart, and you have to do things the right way. If you don’t understand something, you should ask. Otherwise, if you think you are smart, you will cause trouble to your parents.

Another time, I saw the "grey" in my house. I suddenly wanted to let "Huihui" swing. I immediately found materials to make a swing. I first tied the rope to a thick wooden stick, then placed the wooden stick across two chairs, and tied the two ends with ropes. I hugged the swing and pushed it gently. It seemed to be overjoyed. At that moment, I used too much force and accidentally broke the vase. When my mother came back in the evening, she found that the vase was broken, so she asked me, "Did you break the vase?" I shook my head and said, "It's not me, it's Huihui." But my mother seemed to understand something from my confused expression, so she told me the story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". After hearing this, I realized the seriousness of the matter and cried loudly while saying, "Mom, I was wrong. I broke the vase, not 'Huihui'." After hearing this, my mother picked me up and hugged me. Said this is my good daughter.

So, you must be honest and cannot lie, otherwise no one will make friends with you or believe you.

After reading the above two interesting things, you now know more about our family. If you still want to know more about my family, then come to my house and I will tell you about it. Maybe you will also be inspired. oh! 4. Make up a story of 500 words

The retribution of ungratefulness

In a beautiful big forest, there are many lively and cute little animals. They love each other and talk about everything. Only the proud Peacock Meimei thinks that others are not on the same level as her, because others don't sing as well as she does, and they don't look as beautiful as she does, so she has almost no friends.

One day, Peacock Meimei was shopping. But suddenly it started pouring rain, and Meimei happened to forget to bring her umbrella. What should we do now? Meimei ran to a small pavilion anxiously, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and her stomach was already growling with hunger. "It would be great if I could fly home now!" Meimei thought. The rain was still falling... In the haze, the little crow walked slowly and obediently holding an umbrella. When Meimei saw Guaiguai, she waved to Guaiguai as if grasping a life-saving straw, signaling Guaiguai to come over. Guaiguai is very kind-hearted. No matter how Meimei despised her in the past, she still went to help her.

Obediently walked to the small pavilion and said to Meimei: "What's wrong with you? Did you forget to bring an umbrella? Can I help you?"

Meimei thought to herself: You... Ugly monster, do you want to use this excuse to talk to me, the noble princess, and make friends, or go home together? What a daydream! However, for the sake of my stomach and to go home early, I will make an exception and go home with you once. But that's not called making friends. Because, so far, our family has never returned home with an ugly monster like you. So Meimei nodded.

Guaguai and Meimei set off. The rain also lightened up, and the two of them gradually disappeared in the drizzle...

Meimei finally arrived home. She smiled obediently and said to Meimei: "Your home is here, and I am going home too. Goodbye!" "After that, the little crow waved obediently to Meimei and left.

Meimei looked at Guaiguai’s retreating figure and thought: The ugly monster is finally gone, but should I thank her? Forget it, is she worthy? impossible! Finally, Meimei left without looking back.

The next day, after the rain, the sky cleared up. Meimei went out to bask in the sun, and happened to meet Guaguai. So regardless of how Guaiguai helped her yesterday, she used her beautiful voice to sarcastically say to Guaiguai as usual: "Oh, you ugly thing, come and bask in the sun too! Do you want me to give you my sunscreen?" You? Also, stay away from me, otherwise your ugliness will be transmitted to me!"

Guaiguai was very sad after hearing this, because she didn't expect that the person she had helped would now treat her like this! she. So, she left silently.

At night, everyone fell asleep sweetly... A little angel quietly ran to Mei Mei's house. He began to cast magic and took away Meimei's beautiful singing voice.

From then on, Peacock Meimei became mute and could no longer speak ill of Guaiguai; but Guaiguai, she continued to use her golden heart to influence others... 5. Write about yourself Story composition of 500 words

A long time ago, several students of Socrates asked their teacher for advice on the true meaning of life.

The wise Socrates took them to the edge of the woods. It was the season when the fruits were ripe, and the branches were heavy with fruits. "You each walk along a row of fruit trees from one end of the forest to the other, and each picks a fruit that you think is the biggest and best.

You are not allowed to go back, and you are not allowed to make a second choice." Su said Grates mysteriously.

The students made their choices very carefully throughout the process of walking through the orchard. When they arrived at the other end of the orchard, the teacher was already waiting for them.

"Have you all completed your choices?" Socrates asked. Students, you looked at me and I looked at you, but neither answered.

"What's the matter? Children, are you satisfied with your choice?" Socrates asked again. "Teacher, let us choose again!" A student asked, "When I walked into the fruit forest, I found a big and good fruit, but I also wanted to find a bigger and better one.

When I got to the end, I found that the one I saw for the first time was the biggest and best." Another student then said, "I was just the opposite of him. I picked it soon after entering the orchard and thought it was the biggest. The best fruit, but later I found that there are many bigger and better fruits in the orchard than the one I picked.

Teacher, please let me choose it again." "Teacher! , let us all choose again!" Socrates shook his head firmly: "Children, there is no second choice, this is the rule of the game."

There is a very classic line in the Internationale: "There has never been a savior." Many people have known this sentence for a long time. But it was when I was thirty years old that I truly realized the weight of this sentence.

When I was a child, I always thought that this world was a warm home filled with flowers and birds, and that all people loved each other until the end of their lives. Under the care of my mother, I lived an angelic childhood.

I don’t know what sadness is, and I don’t know what intrigue is. I just know that everyone in this world is like my family, kind-hearted, and full of sunshine. When I was in middle school, my good friend Ping left me to go to school in another place, which made me realize the value of friendship.

More than twenty years later, we still get along as before. Although we are not together, we have never stopped contacting each other. The flowers of friendship have always bloomed in each other's hearts. Ping let me know that friendship has no savior. Hua Zhang, a classmate who has been with him for more than ten years, was swallowed by a car bigger than the car he was riding in on a starless night at the dawn of the new century, accompanied by a sweet dream. He was swallowed without any consciousness. Sent to another world.

When the news came, my classmates and I wept together. He left in such a hurry. If he knew this, he should have greeted him from time to time to make him feel less lonely when he left.

You know, as a disabled person, he got a lot more eye rolls than smiles. His good days had just begun, and he passed away forever as a young man.

He made me understand that there is no forever in the world and that life is not the savior. When I faced work, love and life with enthusiasm, a bitter experience made me understand that life is not a piece of beautiful music, looking back at a loss.

Suddenly, when I was the only one wearing the coat of marriage, my mind went blank, like a person returning home at night without any direction. The shoes of marriage, the end is back to the starting point.

I hold the piece of paper that proves my singleness, just like I hold the weight of a scale. I need to use a ruler to do things, so that the eyes of those who are far and near should be far away, and all eyes should be separated, and there should be less words behind my back. portion size. When the storm hits, I can't stop it, I can only solve the sadness by escaping.

I have stood in Tiananmen Square in Beijing countless times, silently facing the statue of the beloved Chairman Mao. He is the great savior of the people. Does he understand what I am thinking? Walking on the streets of Chang'an, I often burst into tears. Looking forward, my confidence is compromised; looking back, my confidence is compromised. I don't understand why people live? Is it to suffer? I carefully protect everything that belongs to me. Isn’t the suffering God has given me enough? In countless sleepless nights, I understood that there is no savior in life.

My brother and sister were laid off one after another, not for anything else but because of differences in work and leadership. They refused to eat and drink with the leader. When they were competing for jobs, they scored very high in the exam, but the leader used his hand with a blindfold to I got the lowest score in the assessment. Everyone in the company knows that I am conscientious, honest and selfless in the company, and act impartially. He is the only accountant in the entire unit, and now he is laid off, which makes talented people feel disappointed.

What is such a leader thinking? What is the significance of such reforms? It doesn’t matter if we don’t do the work in this kind of unit, or if we don’t serve the leaders who don’t value talents. A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise? I believe that a capable brother will definitely carve out a world of his own in the future, and I am full of wishes.

I want to tell my brother and sister that work is not the savior. My sister went to the south for inspection, and I looked after the house.

I was alone upstairs and downstairs, as if I was in a dragnet battlefield, with enemies attacking at any time. Like a scout, I looked through all the boxes, cabinets, and table drawers that could be opened. After confirming that there were no enemies, I closed all the big and small doors, turned on the desk lamp, put the phone next to the pillow, and finally put the I held the kitchen knife in my hand, locked the bedroom door, and got into bed. I smiled when I saw it. Under the bright light, a bright kitchen knife was placed with a phone, a pillow, and a pile of books. It was really a special scene. , which is probably the same as dealing with little Japanese devils.

Looking at the watch, it’s past nine o’clock in the evening. It’s time to go to bed. Go to sleep! The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep, so I had to read another novel. Oh my god, how could it be about solving a crime and have some ghost content? I suddenly panicked. At this moment, I heard a "gudong" sound, and my head suddenly grew bigger. I felt that my scalp was numb and my hands and feet were cold.

I boldly took the kitchen knife and went out to take a look. It turned out that the basin on the stool on top of my door in the living room had fallen. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was really scaring myself. So, I went to bed again, but I was even less sleepy, and I really wanted someone to talk to.

Who to call? At this moment when care and encouragement are most needed, all I want in my heart is to talk to a close friend who has held a special place in my heart for many years. When I called, my best friend's words made my heart drop as cold as snow, "I'm playing mahjong with my classmates and I don't have enough hands. Is something wrong?" I was speechless and the tears of frustration could not stop flowing down my face.

Why are you so stupid?

6. Fairy tale composition of 500 words

A hedgehog outsmarts a tiger

Once upon a time, the hedgehog killed a mouse. The bobcat wanted to eat the mouse, but the hedgehog did not agree.

So the lynx sued King Tiger for "deliberate murder".

The tiger ordered the hedgehog to be imprisoned in an animal prison. He discussed with the ministers Leopard and Wolf, and wanted to kill the hedgehog secretly and eat it. But the hedgehog was covered in thorns and couldn't do anything, so he had no choice but to neither interrogate him nor give him anything to eat.

The hedgehog was very hungry and thought of a good way to ask the wolf to take him to see the tiger. The tiger asked: "Why did you come to see me?" The hedgehog said calmly: "Your Majesty, I want to offer you a pearl. I got it from the mouse. If you put it on the table, you will soon be unable to eat it." The tiger drooled after hearing this, but he still asked dubiously: "Then why don't you keep it for yourself?"

The hedgehog said: "Your Majesty, this pearl can only be used. Meat will only be produced if it is placed on the table by someone who has never killed a good person, and I have killed mice, so meat cannot be produced." The tiger wanted to pick up the pearl, but suddenly remembered that he had killed countless small animals, and hurriedly went there. The hand retracted.

The hedgehog said: "Since the king dare not pick it up, please ask the leopard to pick it up." "I can't, my hands are too heavy and will break the pearl." The leopard stepped back. He also often kills small animals.

"Then the wolf will pick it up." The hedgehog turned to the wolf. The wolf refused to answer. He also personally killed many small animals.

The hedgehog laughed and said: "All of you have killed small animals, but none of you have been imprisoned. And I killed a mouse that harmed the forest kingdom, so I was imprisoned." Is it fair to go to jail?" King Tiger, Minister Leopard and Wolf couldn't answer the question, so they had to let the hedgehog go. 7. Composition The story of reading, about 500 words

Shi Yang rubbed his feet and read at night Shi Yang, the famous worker leader of the February 7th strike, had a poor family when he was young and could not afford lamp oil.

There is an ancient temple called Longxingguan in the village. There is an ever-burning lantern in the temple, and he studies in the ancient temple. Winter is cold and my feet feel uncomfortable with cold.

At first he stood up from time to time and stamped his feet. Later, he felt that it was a waste of time, so he whittled a round wooden stick and put it under his feet. While reading, he rubbed the stick back and forth with his feet to warm his feet. , he can study with peace of mind again. Lu Xun sold medals. When Lu Xun was studying at the Jiangnan Naval Academy in Nanjing, the school awarded him a gold medal because of his excellent test scores.

He did not wear the medal as a certificate to show off himself. Instead, he sold it on Gulou Street and bought back a few beloved books and a bunch of red peppers. Whenever he was reading and reading, when it was late at night and the weather was cold and he felt sleepy, he would pick off a chili pepper, break it into several pieces, put it in his mouth and chew it until he sweated on his forehead, shed tears in his eyes, and "sighed" in his mouth. , my whole body felt warm, and my sleepiness disappeared, so I picked up the book and read it again.

Wang Yanan tied to a pillar and reading Wang Yanan, my country's famous Marxist economist and the earliest Chinese translator of "Das Kapital", took a boat to Europe in 1933. The passenger ship was sailing to the Red Sea when suddenly huge waves rolled into the sky and the ship was rocking so hard that people could not stand still.

At this time, Wang Yanan, wearing glasses and holding a book in his hand, walked into the restaurant and begged the waiter: "Please tie me to this pillar!" The waiter thought he was Fearing that he would be thrown into the sea by the waves, he followed his instructions and tied Wang Yanan tightly to the pillar. After being tied up, Wang Yanan opened the book and read it attentively.

When the foreigners on the boat saw it, they all looked at him in amazement and praised him repeatedly: "Ah! The Chinese are so amazing!" Huang Kan mistakenly took ink as a side dish. In 1915, the famous scholar Huang Kan Kan lectures on Chinese studies at Peking University. He lived in the Datong Apartment in Baimiao Hutong, Beijing, and devoted himself to the study of "Chinese Studies" all day long. Sometimes he would not go out to eat. He prepared steamed buns, chili, soy sauce and other condiments and placed them on his desk. When he was hungry, he would nibble on the steamed buns and read while eating. I stopped eating, and when I saw the wonderful thing, I shouted: "It's wonderful!" Once, I was fascinated by reading, and I actually put the steamed bun into the ink stone and the cinnabar box. When a friend comes to visit and laughs loudly, he still doesn’t know why he is laughing at him? Cao Yu was really studying and pretending to take a bath. During the Anti-Japanese War, Cao Yu taught at the National Drama Theater in Jiang'an, Sichuan.

One summer, Cao Yu's family prepared a bathtub and hot water and asked him to take a bath. At this time, Cao Yu was reading a book and couldn't put it down. He pushed it again and again. Finally, under the repeated urging of his family, he took the bath. Then he walked into the inner room with a towel in one hand and a book in the other. An hour passed, but no one came out. The sound of water could be heard from time to time in the room. Another hour passed, and the situation remained the same.

Cao Yu's family members were suddenly confused. When they opened the door, they saw that Cao Yu was sitting in the bathtub, reading a book in one hand and patting the water with a towel in the other hand. Reading Stories of Ancient Celebrities 1: Kuang Heng, whose courtesy name was Zhigui, was born in Donghai (the name of Han County, from the east of Pi County in Jiangsu Province to the sea, and from the east of Ziyang County in Shandong Province to the sea) in the Western Han Dynasty.

He comes from a farming family, and his grandfather and father have been farmers for generations. He was born in Kuangheng, but he likes to read.

When he was young, his family was poor. He worked as a hired worker during the day to make ends meet, and only had time to study at night. But the family was so poor that they couldn't even light a candle.

The neighbor's lamp is shining brightly, but it cannot illuminate it. Kuang Heng came up with a way to cut a hole in the wall next to the neighbor's house, "steal" a little light from it, and let the neighbor's light shine through.

He held the book and read in front of the cave against the light. 2: There was a man named Sun Jing in the Han Dynasty who was diligent and studious since he was a child. He studied late every night. In order to avoid getting sleepy, he tied one end of a rope to his hair and the other to the beam.

During the Warring States Period, there was a man named Su Qin who wanted to do something big, so he studied hard. Whenever he reads late at night, he always likes to take a nap.

So, while he was napping, he pricked his thigh with an awl to cheer him up. The story of Sun Jing and Su Qin moved future generations, and people used "hanging beams to stab the buttocks" to express the spirit of hard study.

3: Che Yin, a native of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, was studious and diligent when he was young. He helped the adults work during the day and studied hard at night.

However, because of his poor family background, he often had no money to buy oil lamps and could not read books. He was very troubled by this.

One summer night, Che Yin was sitting in the yard silently recalling the contents of the book he had read, when he suddenly discovered that there were many fireflies dancing in the air in the yard. Suddenly something came to his mind. If he gathered these fireflies together, couldn't he use their light to study? So he started catching fireflies, caught a dozen of them, put them in a bag sewn with white gauze, and hung them on his desk.

From then on, he studied hard by the fluorescent light every day. 4: Mr. Ouyang Xiu’s father passed away when he was four years old. His family was poor and had no money for him to study.

The wife used reed stalks to draw pictures on the sand and taught him to write. He also taught him to recite many passages from ancient times.

When he got older and there were no books to read at home, he would borrow books from nearby scholars' homes to read, and sometimes copy them. In this way, I worked day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, just studying.

From the time I was a child, I wrote poems and poems with an adult level, which is so high. 5: In the Yuan Dynasty of China, there was a man named Song Lian. He loved reading. Because his family was poor, he had to borrow books to read. As he read more and more books, Song Lian felt the need for guidance from a teacher, so he pawned his clothes and asked Qian Xin Wan Ku came to the city and was admitted to the school. Unexpectedly, the academic officer had a weird temper. Song Lian went through twists and turns and finally succeeded in studying hard.

6: Fan Zhongyan’s father died when he was two years old. My mother was very poor and had no support.

Then he remarried to the Zhu family in Changshan. (Fan Zhongyan) When he grew up, he knew his life and death, bid farewell to his mother with tears in his eyes, and left to study at Nandu Academy in Yingtian Mansion.

(He) reads carefully during the day and late at night. In five years, I never took off my clothes and went to bed.

Sometimes I feel drowsy at night and often pour water on my face. (Fan Zhongyan) I often study hard during the day and eat nothing until the sun turns west.

In this way, he understood the main purpose of the Six Classics, and later set up his ambition to benefit the world. He often said to himself: "Be anxious when the world is worried first, and be happy when the world is happy later." 8. How to write a 500-word essay on the story of me and books

Since I was a child, my mother has often given me Buy a book and read it. Mom said: Books are very important to you.

As I read for a long time, I gradually fell in love with books.

When I opened the dusty memories, time began to flow back, as if I was back to my childhood.

I remember that I was in the second grade of elementary school. I don’t know when many of my classmates had a book in their hands. They were proud of it and showed off to each other. That book was - "Andersen's Fairy Tales".

When I got home from school, I asked my mother to buy "Andersen's Fairy Tales" for me. What I didn't expect was that my mother readily agreed. The next day, my mother sent this book to me. I felt like I had obtained a secret treasure, and I loved it so much. I also wrapped it cleanly with newly bought wrapping paper, and I washed my hands cleanly every time I read a book, and I was always careful when turning pages, for fear of getting it dirty or damaged. At that time, I was as happy as an angel. I took it out and read it several times a day.

After a long time, I was still immersed in the fairy tale.

In "The Daughter of the Sea", the mermaid's behavior witnesses what purity and true love is; in "The Ugly Duckling", the experience of the ugly duckling tells me that as long as there are ideals and pursuits, everyone will realize what they want in their hearts. Dream; in "The Gardener and the Master", I learned respect and self-confidence. In life, sometimes your advantages will be ignored by others, but as long as you have confidence and stick to your own practices, you will be recognized one day. I just want you to have confidence and stick to your own practice, and one day you will be recognized. I read "Andersen's Fairy Tales" again and again, and fell into the wonderful stories again and again.

Living in the world of books, I seem to be integrated with the protagonists of every novel and drama, feeling sad and happy with them. There are so many stories between me and books, and reading has become an indispensable part of my life.