In real life or work and study, everyone must have come into contact with compositions. Compositions require a complete chapter structure and must avoid compositions without endings.

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Below is a collection of wonderful compositions about the days with books that I have collected for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need.

My greedy eyes passed over the rows of bookshelves, longing for an infinite space to include these treasures.

Sighing softly, I took a few deep breaths of the ink-scented air, then wandered among the stacks of bookshelves, picking up one book after another, and then walked out of the bookstore amidst my mother's repeated urging.

Yes, this is me.

My world can be without toys and food, but it must have good books!

In the past, I felt that reading was a waste of time. I preferred to listen to my parents telling stories, so I always flipped through the books and felt bored.

I feel happy only when I read casual comics.

But my parents always like to read those thick books written with dense words, and they will nod knowingly from time to time, looking very intoxicated.

When I asked, they didn't say anything, they just smiled and handed me a fairy tale or historical story.

Guided by each short story, I gradually entered the world of books and became a "little bookworm".

Now, my room is a world of books.

There are "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and "Global Geographic Adventure" on the bookshelf; there is Shen Shixi and Guo Jingming; and indispensable, Seton and Curie... Recently, my father added a set of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to me.

I was happy for several days.

Now whenever I see a good book, I don't want to eat or sleep. I really "forget about food and sleep". I can only do other things after reading the book.

I remember one night, it was already late at night, but I couldn't bear to say goodbye to Cao Wenxuan. No matter how hard my mother urged me, it didn't help.

"Son, go to bed quickly, otherwise you will not be energetic tomorrow." My mother came to urge me every few minutes, almost roaring.

However, I still bargained for "ten minutes", "nine minutes" and "eight minutes", and my mother was so angry that she said she didn't care about me.

I had no choice but to lie down reluctantly, but the lawsuit was still brewing in my mind.

The next morning, I felt my eyes were a little itchy, so I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Ah, why is there a giant panda in the mirror, and its eyes are a little red and swollen.

Although I experienced this lesson, I still haven't changed my habit. I lie in bed and read for a long time every night.

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Books are indispensable on my journey.

Just like the last time I went to Hefei, there was no sound at all along the way.

My mother turned her head and said in surprise: "So you are reading a book! You just ignored me when I asked you to look at the scenery outside the window. I thought you were asleep!" My father also shook his head, smiled and said to his mother: "Don't look for it.

Let him speak, books are more attractive than us now. "In this way, I saw Hefei from Yuexi.

When I got out of the car, I couldn't bear to put the book in the car.

My mother laughed at me and said: "Traveling is also another kind of reading. You can write every trip into your composition!" Of course, the price I paid for it was to put on a pair of glasses early, and my mother's nagging

Then came: "Don't read it too late, if you don't believe it, the bitter pill is coming!" I love reading, but I also need to pay attention to strategy!

So the ten minutes between classes became my happy time.

Watching the teacher walk out of the classroom, I took out the "Water Margin" I just got from my schoolbag and read it silently, completely forgetting the figure chasing me around me.

After a while, a hand slammed on my shoulder. When I looked up, my good friend was glaring at me fiercely: "Hustler Rui, don't keep good things to yourself!" I shook my head helplessly and said, "Okay, I

Let me tell you about "Yang Zhi Selling Knives" that I just read! "Unknowingly, many students gathered around, and everyone reluctantly dispersed until the bell rang.

A classmate returned to his seat and shouted to me: "Come early at noon, the story salon will continue." At that moment, my heart became clear.

It turns out that reading is a kind of happiness, and sharing is even more happiness.

Will my name appear on someone else's bookshelf someday?

If the world of books is an ocean, I would like to ride a small boat to create the most beautiful waves; if the world of books is an endless blue sky, I would like to use reading as a thread to weave the most beautiful clouds.