1. A 500-word essay describing the scene of reading in a bookstore

During the summer vacation, my mother asked my father to take me to Xinhua Bookstore to read literary books. I was very happy when I heard it. After a while, we set off.

After arriving at Xinhua Bookstore, I saw many people reading books, but some people read them carefully, while others flipped through them hastily. Then we went to pick out books. We went to the second floor first. After arriving on the second floor, I struggled to find it. My father and I looked here and there, but we still couldn't find it. I said to myself: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. If it's not on the second floor, it must be on the third floor." The hard work paid off, and on the third floor we finally found a book called "Teaching You Step-by-Step Composition Writing for Grade Three". Then we went to the snack bar of Xinhua Bookstore. My father asked me to sit down and read a book, but I didn’t want to sit down. I thought: There are already people sitting there, why should I sit down? Then my father explained to me for 10 minutes, and I realized that one person can only sit in one seat. Then I looked at the people around me and found that everyone around me was reading seriously, so I also read seriously. After a while, Dad said: "I'm going out for a while and I'll be back soon." "Okay." I said. Then I looked again, and after a while, I finished reading the book. I hurriedly ran upstairs, took another book from its place and ran back. When I got back there, it happened that my father was back. I looked at the book in my hand and said, "Yiran, why did you pick up a book that is exactly the same as the one I just read?" So I put those two books back, and then I got back a copy of "Excellent Compositions for Grades 1-3". Then my father read the book with me for a while, and then said: "Go home."

"No!" I shouted loudly, "I'll go home at five o'clock."

"Then I'll pick you up at five o'clock."

"Okay." < /p>

Then I started reading again. But 5 o'clock arrived quickly, so I left one by one reluctantly.

Reading this time helped me improve my writing skills. 2. An essay describing a reading scene, 300 words

As the saying goes: "Books are man's best friend." I have loved reading since I was a child; now, reading is one of my hobbies. Reading is great, this is what I really think. The book fair is an angel who relays human culture. This thing has always existed since the invention of printing, and it has been allowing human minds to accept words and feel with their hearts for a long time. The value of a book lies in reading it, and in cherishing it while holding it in your hands. When you read, your mind wanders in the book, and your emotions rise and fall in the book. In the book, you will experience the joys and sorrows of people's life. The charm of books lies in this. Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress!" My growth is inseparable from books, and books make me grow faster. In the classroom, the thick books are full of difficult questions and profound details. It made me learn a lot. Writing in the world is full of hardships and vicissitudes of life. I love reading more because it makes me understand more knowledge. I sat in the classroom, listening to the teacher’s explanations, and swimming in the ocean of knowledge, which enriched my brain day by day. During the break, I was red-faced arguing with my classmates over the questions. By the way, the joy of success made me smile. , Wrong, failure enabled me to gain experience and learn lessons. But I am very happy, because reading is enjoyment and I love reading. In life, there are many kinds of books. I cried for the little girl buying matches who froze to death on the street, sighed for Ah Q's misery, and cheered for the Communist Party of China to defeat the Kuomintang by crossing the common road. Any book can keep me coming back. I like them because here I can learn knowledge that is not available in textbooks. Books are the land that harvests hope. I will work hard and get more food. I love reading, because the books in class make me learn and think, and the books outside class make me understand and think. I love reading, because a good book is like a boat, carrying me in the ocean of knowledge. Answer supplement

When I was a child, every time I picked up a book and looked at the lifeless square characters, I always yelled that it was boring. Reading is my biggest headache. As I grew up, one day, our family held an idiom competition, and I said a golden cicada escapes its shell (ké). "As soon as I finished speaking, my father and mother burst into laughter. I felt strange. My mother looked at my surprised face and said, "Look at the pinyin for yourself and see what it reads. ""oh! It's 'the golden cicada escapes its shell (qiào)'! "I suddenly realized it. My father said to me seriously: "You should pay attention to reading more in the future, so that you can accumulate knowledge! "So, I secretly made up my mind to read more and learn a lot of knowledge. From then on, I really fell in love with reading, because books brought me endless fun. When I read Andersen's fairy tale collection ——When I read "The Little Match Girl", I prayed for the fate of the little match girl; when I saw "The Five Heroes of Langya Mountain", I shed tears for the tragedy of the five heroes of Langya Mountain. When I read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I admired Zhuge Liang's heroism. When I picked up "How the Steel Was Tempered", I was deeply impressed by Paul's strong will and tenacious spirit of not bowing to fate. I am deeply impressed and admired. I am full of hope for my future study and life. I am deeply intoxicated in the ocean of books, because good books are like a boat, carrying me in the world of knowledge. Swim in the ocean.

3. Write a diary of about 800 words, be real~

November 13, 6 sunny. This morning, I went to the bookstore with my good friend Ling Zhi and my sister. Because I have been sick these days. , it happened that the sun was shining brightly today, and she wanted me to bask in the sun, so she agreed. On the way to the bookstore, the sun was very strong. Fortunately, my sister brought an umbrella. If not for the "life-saving umbrella", maybe we would have "Heat stroke"! As we walked, there was a man who deliberately smiled at us. He was about thirty years old. He was very strong and had strong arms. He looked like a construction worker. He looked like an "African" and his skin was thicker than black carbon. It's even darker. We three children have always been used to our parents' nagging, saying that we can't talk to strangers... so we were so scared that we ran quickly. As long as we turned around and looked back at him, he would smile. It's so silly! Lingzhi had a sad face and said, "He is too scary." My lovely sister was very curious and made a naughty face to him. I was a little worried and immediately advised my sister: "How can you communicate with strangers, what if he ..." "Sister, you like to be suspicious. You can't treat every stranger as a villain!" My sister seemed to believe that person. The "African" spoke, and he smiled happily. He whirred to us: "Little beauty, what are you going to do?" Lingzhi gradually felt that he was very interesting, so she deliberately tested him: "It's none of your business!" But he didn't care and was still laughing. Suddenly Thumbs up and said: "That's awesome!" We didn't know why he said that or why he was laughing, but we knew that he was a very humorous uncle. He added a lot of joy to our journey. Less happiness! I hope to meet such a sincere person in the future! We walked into the bookstore with hunger and a happy mood. The rows of neat and countless good books in the bookshelf were fascinating. Ah, here is "Classification Composition for Primary School Students" and there is "Shang Xia Five Years Ago" , "Big Mouse and Little Cat"... I was so happy that I really wanted to read all the books at a glance. But it was quiet, without any noise, only the sound of "sand, sand" turning books, which became a A beautiful song to welcome you! Everyone was so serious and absorbed, as if they were unaware of the movement from the outside world. The three of us were very excited. We looked through it and looked at this. We were so happy! I looked left and right and felt that every book was so "charming". Finally, I selected my favorite book "If You Give Me Three Days of Light". After my careful taste, I learned how to be a good person. Cherish everything beautiful in front of you! After reading this book, I became addicted. I read "The Complete Collection of Excellent Compositions" again, and then read again... Books are medicine, which can cure stupidity; books are consultants, they can answer your questions at any time; books are nutrition, they It can nourish the emptiness of the soul. Maybe Lingzhi’s friends and sister have the same thoughts as me, otherwise how could they never tire of watching it? Due to time constraints, we bought all the books we liked and reluctantly left the bookstore. Today, I feel extremely happy! Comments from famous teachers: In fact, when writing a diary, the most important thing is to write truthfully and express your feelings freely. The young author has done it. It is not easy to describe daily life in such detail. It can be seen that the young author is better at observing life. I hope I can keep up the good work! The dialogue of the characters in the diary is written very naturally, making people feel as if they have witnessed the scene where the young author met his uncle. Next, he describes the details of going to the bookstore to read books, and finally talks about the role of books. A series of metaphors are written in a very natural way. Very good! "Black carbon" is changed to "black carbon", "the three children have always been used to their parents' nagging" is changed to "the three children have always been used to their parents' nagging", "charming" is removed from the quotation marks, "thumbs up suddenly" "Changed to "Suddenly gave a thumbs up", and the pause after ""Complete Collection of Excellent Compositions"" was changed to a comma. 4. Essay about imaginary situations after reading secretly

After I came out of the extracurricular class, my eyes have been staring at the bookstore. The bookstore is not big but has a full range of books.

As I walked, I thought: "What book did I read last week? What was written in the book? Will the bookstore be sold out?" I arrived at the door of the bookstore and rushed inside.

I came to the bookstore to read because I had too many books at home and couldn’t put them down at all. I could only read in the bookstore and write down what I saw. Among the colorful books, I finally found my favorite "Charlotte's Web". I opened the book in a hurry. One page, two pages. . I took the book and read it with relish.

I stood for an hour, two hours, three hours. . I have been reading it happily and carefully, savoring the stories carefully. I didn't even feel if someone stepped on my foot. I was really involved in the wonderful storyline.

There is a pastry shop near the bookstore. The pastry shop is making delicious cakes. Because it was already past seven o'clock, I was already very hungry. But I didn’t bring any money, so I couldn’t buy anything to eat. My legs were sore and numb. I looked up at the clock in the bookstore, ah! It's past seven o'clock. I read in the bookstore for three hours. I closed the book and reluctantly left the bookstore. 5. The most beautiful scenery, a 400-word essay describing what happened in the bookstore

Today, I went to the bookstore and saw such a thing.

The bookstore was extremely quiet, except for the occasional person walking around, who would stop after a while. At this time, you could hear a pin drop clearly.

Just as people were immersed in the ocean of books, a hoarse cry broke the tranquility. Everyone looked there in unison. It was a little boy. His left hand was pointing at a comic book, and his right hand was being held by his mother.

It turned out that the little boy read a book, but his mother refused to buy it for him. The little boy was not convinced and started crying.

The boy’s mother kept pulling him, and his son kept crying. The son forcefully broke away from his mother's hand, and then sat down on the ground, squirming constantly. His mother raised her head and saw that everyone was looking here. Her face suddenly turned into a big ripe apple. She immediately lowered her head and looked at her son who was crying non-stop. His mother was so stubborn. , I had to go soft. He knelt down and said kindly: "Son, don't you already have a lot of books like this? Why do you still need more?"

The boy sobbed and said: "I have read those books, and this one I haven’t…never read the book.”

“You can read it here,” the mother said, “You don’t have to buy it to take home!”

“No, No!" the boy said with a frown.

……

After her son’s persuasion, the mother reluctantly agreed to buy the book. At this time, the little boy’s crying face suddenly turned into a Sweet smile.

Gradually, the bookstore returned to its usual tranquility, but my heart could not be calm for a long time... 6. The bookstore is a warm place 700-word essay

The loneliness in my heart, There must be a place to talk; when the body is tired and tired, there must be a place to relax. And all these wandering ships will eventually sail into the long-awaited port, and this is my home, the harbor of the soul, which makes me feel warm and attached to this warm home.

My family is ordinary, ordinary and simple. But it brings me warmth.

Because my parents are very busy and often away from home, I am often alone when I go home.

I went home with a few classmates on the weekend. I was alone, carrying big and small bags, and no one came to pick me up. I'm used to it. I understand my parents' suffering. They are really busy and it's inconvenient to pick me up, so I never blame them.

When I first entered the house, the living room was empty and no one was there. I only saw the light in the kitchen was on slightly. I walked into the kitchen. My father was wearing an apron and was cooking very seriously. My mother was so sweet. Standing nearby, helping dad, while my sister is washing vegetables. I have never seen such a scene, so harmonious. After a long time, I came back to my senses. I couldn't help but want to integrate into this harmony.

I walked to my mother in small steps, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered: "Mom, can I help?" My mother touched my head and said: "I'm back. Ah, yes." Dad saw me and smiled, "Help me beat some eggs." "Well." There was a family of us in the kitchen, and the small kitchen seemed a bit crowded, but because of this, So sweet.

It feels like time flies by so fast. After a while, the dishes are all ready. Our family sat around the table and ate hot meals. My mother kept putting vegetables in my bowl, and I put vegetables in my father's bowl, and my father put vegetables in my sister's bowl, and my sister put vegetables in my mother's bowl. It keeps happening like this, and my heart feels really warm...

This is a scene that happens in every household, the old-fashioned tooth loss, but in my heart, this simple scene is So warm.

On this day I understood why maternal love is gentle and why father’s love is deep. And I am nourished by father's love and mother's love, which is extremely warm. The whole family is connected and happy. How can I not say that I have a warm home? Under the care of their parents, every child will have a warm home in his heart.