My Reading Story Essay Competition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with essay solicitation bar more or less. Essay solicitations generally have a wonderful beginning, which gives people a refreshing feeling. Do you never know where to start when writing essays? Below is a collection of essays on my reading stories that I compiled (generally 14 articles). I hope it will be helpful to everyone. My Reading Story Essay 1

"Books are the ladder of human progress." Without books, there will be no knowledge, just like a giant sailing ship without a steering wheel. Without books, it will lose its way. .

Some books bring me confidence and strength, some books move me to tears, some books strengthen my ideals and beliefs, and some books provide me with a lot of beautiful words and phrases for my compositions. ...

Every time after class, I would swim in the ocean of knowledge, absorb the latest and sweetest knowledge, and sometimes take out old books to review them. As the saying goes, "review the past and learn the new." "Yes, just as Su Shi said, "I don't get tired of reading old books a hundred times. If you read them carefully, you will know yourself."

Reading is one of my hobbies. As the plot of the story develops, my mood keeps changing. Sometimes I am nervous, sometimes excited, which makes my parents laugh. I was confused and asked my parents why they were laughing. They all shook their heads. Sometimes, I simply treat books as food. As long as I see the book, I feel hungry, which has long been thrown out of my mind and disappeared in my mind, just like Gorky's famous saying: "I pounce on books." "It's like a hungry person jumping on bread." Sometimes my cousin asked me in confusion: "What is in the book that makes you love reading so much?" There is a golden house, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book." My cousin retorted: "There is no such thing as a golden house, and there is no such thing as Yan Ruyu." Then, you have to understand it slowly.

Reading a good book is like taking a long-distance train, looking at the novel scenery, and feeling so comfortable. Reading makes you unable to help but care about this character who does not exist in real life. In this way, it is both real and illusory, distant and near. Reading adds a different kind of content to life. We unknowingly walked into the depths of the emotional jungle.

Reading allows you to discover distant places.

Reading can increase one’s mind and spirit.

Reading gives people real happiness.

Reading makes us feel like we have lived another life outside of life.

Love books! Books are the source of knowledge and the driving force of life. Let us discover the joy of reading as early as possible. Let us enjoy reading! My Reading Story Essay 2

Books are a treasure trove of knowledge. All kinds of objects rely on books to obtain knowledge, including me, an ant that is so tiny that it cannot be any smaller. Although it is difficult for me to read, I still persevere for the sake of knowledge. Let me tell you the story of my study...

The blue sky is filled with light clouds, like coffee with some foam. It's a sunny day again. I got up early, but I was still bleary-eyed. I read a book all night long. By the way, I am an ant, an ant living in the library. This library is in a primary school. It’s not big, but it’s enough to last me a lifetime.

Ah! It’s a new day, what should I watch? ah! Someone is coming, hide quickly... I saw a girl walking in, opening a book, and started reading gently. I was so happy. It was rare for someone to sit here and read a book. I quickly crawled in... Oh, this is how I read a book. I crawled into the book, got into the cracks of the book, and read word by word, so I read a book. Books can become runners! ah! Reading a book with others is so satisfying! This is the beginning of happiness.

"Ah! There are ants!" the girl screamed. I was startled and ran away quickly. Well, that girl ran faster than me, luckily she wasn't killed. I continued reading... and soon I finished reading another book.

Suddenly, several tall and strong classmates came to the library. It seemed they were not here to read books. I had to keep an eye on them!

They came to the back of the library and secretly took a few books. Something abominable happened. Some of them tore the books, and some poured drinks and water on them, which made people go crazy.

They are still very happy!

There was a raging fire burning in my heart. Just when I was about to stop them, I thought: Forget it, they have more people and more power. Don’t go to the same level as them, otherwise you will go to the west! Watching them destroy the books, I feel a special pain in my heart. There is surveillance here, and one day, they will be punished. Sure enough, they were punished by the teacher.

They destroyed the precious information and did not study. They are not as good as me, not as good as this little ant.

How I long for more knowledge! Stop talking, I’m going to read a book! My Reading Story Essay 3

Speaking of my reading story, I can always think back to my elementary school days. At that time, I already liked reading books anywhere at home. Of course, when I got tired of reading, I would sleep anywhere at home.

"Oh, this kid, why is he still asleep on the toilet!" If grandma hadn't been in a hurry to go to the bathroom, saw that I didn't come out for a long time, pushed the door into the bathroom, maybe I could still be on the toilet Go on to sleep for a long time. That was when I was in the second grade of elementary school. At that time, in addition to reading comics, I also loved reading popular science books, but I couldn’t stand the wild animals in those popular science books, so I read a thick wildlife book. The animal science book was placed next to the toilet. When I went to the bathroom, I endured nausea and turned through two pages.

That day, when my grandma saw me falling asleep on the toilet, I was still holding the thick popular science book in my hand. According to my grandma’s description, if she had pushed the door open a little later, the turning book would have fallen and hit my toes. Now every time I recall this story, I automatically make up the picture I imagined based on the clues provided by my grandma. A child with braids was sitting on the toilet, holding a wildlife science book in his hand, reading and closing his eyes and dozing off...

Although this reading story is also similar to that one. It’s like a wildlife science book, a little disgusting, but it is also a reading story related to me, and precisely because of the disgusting nature of this story, I can always think of this little story when I recall what happened when I was reading. I thought about the child sitting on the toilet reading a popular science book. I thought about the child who closed his eyes and dozed off on the toilet while reading. I thought about the book that almost hit my feet. I also thought about my grandma who found me sleeping on the toilet. Surprised.

These have become more lovely as the years go by, making reading and me more flesh and blood. A child who loves to read may also be a child who can fall asleep on the toilet while reading, just because reading is like the air in her life. Of course, she may hold her breath in the bathroom. My Reading Story Essay 4

I have read tens of thousands of books, and I feel like I am inspired to write. ——Inscription

Grandma Bing Xin once said: "Reading is good, read more, read good books." "Reading a good book is like making a good friend." Everyone has a book friend, it Accompanying us like a close friend. Now let me tell you my reading story.

I like to lie on the recliner in the afternoon, holding a book and reading with gusto. Cao Wenxuan's "Thatched Cottage" and "Bronze Sunflower" brought me a rural atmosphere and the love and touch between people; Shen Shixi's animal novels are full of passion and tell the subtle relationship between animals and people; Yang Hongying's "The Naughty Horse and Little Tiao Series" is rich in content, and the protagonist's life is fulfilling and interesting; Victor Hugo's "Les Misérables" and "Notre Dame de Paris" are truly world-famous works, which shocked and moved me spiritually... ...The characters in the book live in the same world as ours, but they describe different joys and sorrows, and human accidents. As stated in "A Dream of Red Mansions": "Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at." Reading is to savor life, understand the truth, and learn the spirit worth inheriting.

I also like to read for a while before going to bed at night and quietly appreciate the stories in the book. Take your favorite book and read it once or twice. It will feel like watching a TV series, and the more you read, the more you will enjoy it. So am I. People often say: "A flower is a world, and a leaf is a spring and autumn." But I say that a book is a big world. It is a door in my life, leading to my spiritual world of seeking knowledge; it is also a "herb garden" full of spring, allowing me to wander in the spiritual garden. It enriches my knowledge, expands my horizons, and supports my ideals. I love reading.

The book is a key, it can open the door to knowledge; the book is a bottomless well, it can salvage the brain of knowledge; the book is my enlightenment teacher, teaching me a lot of knowledge; The book is a big tree that takes me to the paradise of knowledge.

I love you, book! You have brought me infinite wealth. My Reading Story Essay 5

"Hurry downstairs for a walk!" A high-decibel voice came from the living room again. "Give me another twenty minutes to read!" I replied casually and immersed myself in the sea of ??books again.

However, when my eyes just focused on the word "Zai", the "bullets" came roaring again - no, you have been studying hard behind closed doors for several hours. "All right"! I echoed, but I still had no intention of leaving. At this time, an allusion could not be more appropriate to describe me, that is: "I am in the Cao camp and my heart is in the Han Dynasty." As soon as I lowered my head, my father's voice came one after another: "Stop being a bookworm!" I began to complain in my heart: The ancients said: "There are roads in the mountains of books, diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning and hard work is the boat." "Why doesn't this sentence work for me?" Is this page really as heavy as Mount Tai? Can't I get over it? So, I made an excuse and said: "It's getting late outside and it's not suitable for a walk. Let's wait until tomorrow afternoon!" Before I could finish my words, my parents' duet came - "Anyway, if you don't go for a walk, I won't spare you my fists." Seeing that my parents were about to use force, I reluctantly put on my coat and walked into the tree-lined path.

Ah! Bathing in the night breeze, the unhappiness just now was gone, and I felt particularly comfortable! The stress in my heart was swept away, as if a huge boulder had been thrown aside. By the way, you can move your muscles and bones, stretch your waist and limbs, and a relaxing feeling will flow through your body instantly. In the night, some people were walking their dogs and humming tunes on the roadside; some were talking in twos and threes; others were doing radio gymnastics... I regretted why I didn't go downstairs for a walk early and integrate into nature. That's the most beautiful thing. Under the blue sky and white clouds, beside the green trees and red flowers, playing among the birds, animals, fish and insects...it is so pleasant just thinking about it.

Squat lower to jump higher, rest and relax for better learning. This incident of "tongue-in-cheek with the Confucian scholars" told me: Only by combining work and rest can we get twice the result with half the effort. My Reading Story Essay 6

In the bustling and noisy commercial street, in the atmosphere of feasting and feasting, I hurriedly walked with my head down. Inadvertently, I passed by Yiyu Bookstore, which exuded the fragrance of pages. Curious, I stepped into it. The bright and quiet environment immediately relaxed my nervous mind. I picked up a book and passed by a new world.

The words are the house, the punctuation is the window, and the surging power contained in each square character guides me. The surrounding scenery no longer seems to be the small bookstore, but the ever-changing here and there: in front is the Jiangnan water town with small bridges and flowing water, and girls holding paper umbrellas sing a cappella: "Jiangnan is good, the scenery is familiar to me before." Turning to the left, there was another bamboo forest. A man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo stick walked forward slowly, singing: "Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler." After passing through the bamboo forest, he suddenly came to the place where gunfire was flying. On the battlefield, in front of me was a general holding a spear and a sword feather hanging from his waist. His eyes were determined and he raised his arms and shouted: "The spear alone guards the soul of the Tang Dynasty!"... In this way, I passed by the world built by words, passing between the lines.

When stones sprout, dead trees bloom, and the stories on the pages become legends, I smell the fragrance escaping from the words. When I pass by a text or read a story, it seems as if those faces that are happy or depressed, conceited or wanton are right in front of me, around me, and in my heart. If the heart has a place to rest, it will never wander wherever it goes. As I shuttled between the words, I seemed to taste the various aspects of life. I had seen the youthful spirit that was soaring to the sky, and I had also seen the calm and free spirit of a calm heart. Passing between the words, I feel as if I have a vast world in my mind, and all the troubles in the mountains are just a drop in the ocean. I passed by the words, but my heart was attached to the words, and my heart was in the words.

I suddenly looked up and stepped away from the text. The dim lights in the store reminded me that night was coming. I walked out of the bookstore with my head held high. The fatigue of walking in the busy city had been swept away, replaced by the pride of "I can climb the sun, moon and stars." The heavy homework in daily life is no longer distressing, but the ambition of "that scholar is not a prince".

It was late at night, and I opened the book again and passed by the words... My Reading Story Essay 7

Books are our silent teachers. When we encounter difficulties in learning We can "ask" them at any time. It is a book that broadens my horizons; it is a book that enlightens my wisdom; it is a book that brings me endless fun; it is a book that gives me ideal wings to fly to a better tomorrow

< p>I am a person who loves to read books. I pick up books and read them whenever I have time. I remember one time, I saw my classmate reading a copy of "Snow White" at school. I borrowed it from her and became fascinated after reading it. So, I borrowed this book from her and went home to read it. She agreed, but told me to return it to her the next day. When I got home from school, I hurriedly opened the book and took a look, wow! How exciting! Like a hungry wolf, I read one page, then two pages, greedily. It's a pity that old man time moves too fast. Before I know it, it's dinner time. After dinner, my mother asked me to finish my homework first and then read the book. Because I was anxious to read, I wrote my homework carelessly. When my mother checked, it was terrible!

As expected, my mother asked me to rewrite it! I had to write it again. This time I didn’t dare to be careless. I finally finished my homework, and when I wanted to pick up the book, it was already time to go to bed. At my mother's urging, I reluctantly put down the book and went to bed, but how could I sleep? The scenes in the book kept popping up in my mind, and I thought: What happened to Snow White? I couldn't help but get out of bed. Because I was afraid of being discovered by my mother, I took a flashlight, picked up the book, and sat under the quilt. Watched it with relish. It wasn't until after one o'clock in the morning that I finally finished reading the book. I felt that my eyes were so sore! Only then did I put down the book and fell asleep contentedly. In class the next day, not only was I lack of energy, I accidentally dozed off in class and was criticized by the teacher.

Although some people may think I am stupid for doing this. But I am really obsessed with books, because with books, my life becomes so colorful! The story between me and the book will never come to an end, it will only become richer and richer as I grow up. My Reading Story Essay 8

I first fell in love with reading because I loved the colorful world in the book.

In my mind, the first book I read was "The Story of Three Hundred and Sixty-five Nights". I was just over two years old at that time, and I was learning to speak when I saw the colorful words in the book. I am very curious about the pattern and often ask my mother to tell me stories in the book. I never make any noise when listening to stories. I sit down for an hour or two, completely immersed in the ocean of stories. To this day, the beautiful and kind-hearted Snow White, the smart and lovely Little Red Riding Hood, the hard-working Cinderella...these characters are still vivid in my mind. Later, at my mother's request, I learned to read slowly by myself. Although it was so difficult to read every word, what did it matter? Because my curiosity is constantly driving me to explore more mysteries in books.

After I went to elementary school, I learned to read more and more words, and my reading scope became wider and wider. From the original combination of pictures and texts to full pinyin reading. At this time, I was obsessed with books to the point of selflessness. Fairy tales, comics, science and technology books, and classics have all become good friends in my bookcase. I also subscribe to different newspapers and periodicals. I read them carefully every time and always want to read them all in one sitting. As long as I have a book in my hand, I forget to eat and sleep, as if I am in the world of that book, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes nervous, just like the protagonist in that book. I still remember that one time, just because I was reading a book, I forgot something my mother told me, which almost caused a disaster.

Gradually, I started to read prose books again, and took notes frequently, recording many beautiful paragraphs. I no longer only read the storyline as before. The benefits of reading gradually emerged in the senior grades. Every time I wrote a composition, I would use it flexibly. I felt that writing compositions was easy and easy. This is the benefit that reading brings to me.

Reading has benefited me a lot. It not only brought me knowledge, but also broadened my horizons. It is also reading that enables me to continuously enrich myself and brings me infinite happiness and hope. My Reading Story Essay 9

In everyone’s eyes, I am a child who loves reading, and I have also experienced strict training.

When I was in kindergarten, I read one of the books in my life - Grimm's Fairy Tales. Although I was very naive at that time and could not understand what was written on it, the pictures in the book deeply attracted me. .

In the picture, there are characters such as Snow White, Mermaid, Cinderella and twelve princesses. They are all my favorites. I thought to myself, if I were one of the twelve princesses, would I wear a beautiful dress and go to the ball? Wait, would all my dreams come true? I'm very much looking forward to its arrival. If I were also a mermaid, would I be as beautiful as her? These characters left a very deep impression on me, and they are the best memories of my childhood.

When I was in first grade, my mother bought me many books that I must read in my life. However, I didn't like those books, but under my mother's strict requirements, I obediently read every good book. Moreover, every time I finished reading a book, my mother would ask me to write down my thoughts. From then on Since then, I have begun to hate reading. When I was in the second or third grade, my mother got even more aggressive and asked me to read more books. I couldn't resist my mother, so I had to obey.

One day, my mother called me to the study room for a talk, but I walked over in an unceremonious manner. My mother said: "You are not serious about reading now, and your feelings after reading are becoming less and less profound." "This is me pouting and standing aside. When my mother saw that I was unhappy, she said, "The more books you read, the more you will learn, so you have to read every book carefully."

From then on, I I no longer hate reading so much. Moreover, my mother also bought me a computer. When I have time, I will also look up some good compositions, good words and sentences, and a lot of little knowledge from the Internet. Now I no longer hate reading. After reading, I can continue to be my "little writer" My Reading Story Essay 10

Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. We should read more and develop a good habit of reading. Speaking of reading, I think of the stories of my past reading. I have read many books and many interesting stories have happened.

I still remember one time when I exchanged a book with Xue Zhihao the day before I went home for vacation. The book I received was called "The Diary of the Laughing Cat: The Singing Cat" . I was very excited on the way home. I really wanted to read the book and know the plot of the story. Finally I couldn't help it anymore. I opened my schoolbag, took out the book and started to read it intently. My dad asked me: "What do you want to eat tonight?" I didn't answer. My dad asked me again, but I still didn't answer.

Ben and I didn’t hear our father’s voice, but we were immersed in the book. Suddenly I felt someone patting me on the back. I turned around and my father said angrily: "Why don't you speak? Stop reading. It will damage your eyes." After hearing what my father said, I just put the book aside. After my father turned around and continued driving, I continued to watch. Suddenly a hand quickly snatched the book away from my hand. I looked up and said, "Didn't I tell you not to let you read it? Why are you still reading it?" Dad said helplessly. My mother said: "I have a mobile phone for you to take care of." I returned the mobile phone to my mother. I was in the front car seat. There was light on the ground. I put the book where you could read it. I looked at it, and my mother said again: "My child, you have a mobile phone to take care of it. If you do this, your eyes will be damaged." I didn't take care of my eyes, but I still wanted to watch, so I got up from the car seat and continued to watch with my mother's mobile phone. , I gave my mother’s mobile phone to my mother, and I lay there and continued to watch it. My parents didn’t want to care about it anymore. When I got to my house, I took the book and slowly walked out of the car and went home. When I got home, I continued to hold the book in my hands. I walked to the bedroom and sat down to continue reading. I would not put it down until I finished reading the book.

This is my reading story. I will read more in the future and develop a good habit of loving reading. My Reading Story Essay 11

"One pavilion in Fengyue is a good friend, and several volumes of poems and books are a good teacher." I love reading. It accompanies me to grow, assists me in learning, and is my mentor on the road of life. It is like a magical key, taking me to the door of knowledge and opening the gate of my wisdom.

When talking about reading, a picture of a battle of wits and courage with my mother comes to mind.

Once, I saw in a bookstore that the second volume of my favorite "How a Country is Made" was published. I was ecstatic and begged my mother to buy me a copy. But my mother said that the final exam will be in a few days, so I should review it first and then buy it after the exam.

Finally, when the exam was over, the book I had longed for came. I felt like I had found a treasure. I just wanted to "eat it to a feast", but my mother took the book away and said as she walked: "This book has colorful pictures." The smell was too bad, so I put it on the balcony to dry. "Seeing the cooked duck fly away, I felt like there were hundreds of ants crawling in my heart, and it was very itchy.

I secretly considered many ways, but my mother was always on the balcony, leaving me nowhere to start. At this time, the express call came, and I felt secretly happy. While my mother came downstairs, I quickly took the book to my room, and read it eagerly, and my heart suddenly filled with happiness! Where is the unpleasant smell? It clearly smells like ink!

Books are a part of my life. While reading, countless beautiful days quietly slipped through my fingers, and I gradually grew up in the ocean of books. Books have taught me many philosophies of life, taught me truth, goodness, and beauty, and taught me to be independent and self-reliant:... While watching "Robinson Crusoe", I learned that Robinson was strong, brave, and fearless. The spirit of difficulty, when watching "The Mysterious Island", made me understand that we must rely on our own wisdom, diligence and hands to overcome difficulties and create miracles!

Books, like sunshine and rain, have given me the nutrients of life and nourished my little tree to grow stronger! The book, like a strange lamp, illuminates my path of growth!

The road is long and long, and I will search up and down! My Reading Story Essay 12

I loved reading when I was a child. As long as I see books, I won’t care about other things. Because I have been immersed in the ocean of books.

When I was a child, I did a lot of stupid things because of reading. My grandfather is a teacher, so he has a lot of books at home, including "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon", "The Deer and the Cauldron", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and so on... One day, I sneaked into my grandfather's house and took away "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I never expected that my uncle was also reading this book. He asked him where the book had gone. Grandpa revealed the information about me getting the book. So the uncle came to my house and pressed me down on the table and said, "Is it okay if I show it to you again?" Just like that, I reluctantly handed the book to the uncle.

My former deskmate also had many books. One day, I said to him: "Give me the book you have finished reading?" Would you like to read it? "But who knew he was so stingy? I discussed it with him and said, "How about exchanging 50 movies for one book?" "He said yes. I don't remember how many cards I lost, but I remember that I changed at least 100 books. I don't have a single card left.

My grandfather had a colleague— His surname is Wang, so we all affectionately call him Grandpa Wang. I heard my grandpa say that Grandpa Wang’s house has many books. Let’s have fun at grandpa’s house! "Grandpa agreed. There were more than a dozen books on the cabinet at Grandpa Wang's house, and I moved towards the cabinet little by little. Grandpa thought to himself: What does this child want to do? Grandpa Wang said: "Could the child want to do something? Have you read a book? ". My mood went from the bottom to the sky. From then on, I went to Grandpa Wang's house to "read books".

During a general cleaning, I vowed to my mother: "I will definitely be able to do it in half the time." Cleaned up within an hour! "My mother said: "Don't brag in advance. "When I was halfway cleaning, I found a book that my mother bought for me. I hadn't read it yet! After that, I sat there and read it with gusto. When I got tired of reading, I was surprised to find that, It's been two hours, and I haven't fulfilled my promise to my mother.

"There is a house of gold in the book, and there is a beauty like jade in the book." "This is my interesting reading story. My Reading Story Essay 13

"Books are the ladder of human progress", this is a famous saying of Gorky. In my opinion, books are not only a treasure house of knowledge, but also a A room where I can forget everything as soon as I enter it. It is a friend with whom I can share my happiness and sorrow.

I have loved reading since I was a child. My mother said that I could recite it when I was two years old. "Three Hundred Tang Poems". When I was three years old, I would listen to my mother tell a story every day, otherwise I would not go to bed. When I became literate, my mother bought me many fairy tales with pinyin. There are already a bookshelf of books, including composition books, fairy tales, novels... countless.

I still remember that last year was the craziest time for me to read, and I even dared to read in science class. One time, I was fascinated by reading at night. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from outside: "Stop reading, go to bed soon, it's eight o'clock! I started counting, three, two..." I took advantage of one second of Time, I quickly glanced at ten lines, swallowed the jujube, read a few more lines, and went to bed. In bed, I still couldn't forget the contents of the book, so on a whim, I picked up a book and a lamp and started reading under the quilt. Guess how it turned out? I was caught red-handed by my mother who came to check. The book was confiscated by my mother, and I had no choice but to go to bed with tears in my eyes with my endless reverie about the following story.

There are many things I love to read. Of course, reading also has many benefits. For example, my Chinese scores have improved a lot, and I got all the reading questions on the Chinese paper right almost every time. And there are also learning methods for other subjects in the book. For example, there are mathematical calculations, English word memorization, scientific knowledge exploration, etc. Composition is naturally the best target to benefit. My compositions are often read aloud by teachers as model essays, which is also the credit of the book.

Books are the key to the door of knowledge, the ladder of human progress, and the nutrition of mankind. I must regard them as a good friend on my life journey. Reading is my forever pleasure! My Reading Story Essay 14

People say, "There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning, and the boat is a boat." Reading is an indispensable part of our lives. As a sixth-grade primary school student, I haven't read many books, but there are definitely more than thirty books.

Today I will talk about the craziest time in my reading career.

The first time I saw that book was during the midterm exam in fourth grade. The teacher awarded books to the top ten students who entered the honor roll, and only that book stood out the most. Because the remaining few books were almost a set, and I really wanted it (I was in the top ten), and finally, I got this book as I wished. I was so happy at that time that I wanted to jump three feet high and scream a few more times to show my excitement.

After the teacher handed out the prizes, I couldn’t wait to read it. The title of the book is "The Three Musketeers on Campus". As the title says, there are three protagonists, namely Yang Ge, Zhang Xiaokai and Bai Xue. It is a science fiction novel.

There are ten books in this set. The teacher awarded me the second book, "Thousand-Year Demon Puppet". After reading this book, I was still unsatisfied. When I got home, I immediately told my father on my mobile phone that I wanted to buy the complete set of "The Three Musketeers on Campus". My father asked me: "Can you guarantee that you can finish reading these ten books?"

Oh said solemnly: "I can guarantee that I can finish reading them." Dad didn't say anything else. Bought it for me.

The day the goods arrived happened to be Friday, so I decided to read a book first and then do my homework on Saturday.

I was fascinated by it as soon as I saw it, and I didn’t even want to eat. But grandma said to me: "If you don't eat, I will confiscate the book." Grandma's words made me put down the book and go to eat. I was also thinking about reading while eating. After eating a few random bites, I went back to reading.

Time flies by, and soon it’s ten o’clock in the evening, and it’s time to go to bed. But I still wanted to read, but I thought I could only continue reading if I had slept well and had energy, so I went to bed.

On the second day, I started my reading journey again. Surprisingly, I read ten books in two days!

Now I still love reading, but when the exam is coming, I can only read it after the exam is over.