When the ginkgo tree flies off a yellow butterfly, when the willow branches grow caterpillars like buds, when the wild goose sings in the sky, the bell of spring has already sounded.
There was also a green light in the empty land in my backyard, and it was the clover that broke through the hard soil with its own tenacity. Because of the effort, the receiving of the sun protection, rain and dew. And I, like this four-leaf blade, try to gain a lot in reading.
Read carefully, let me embrace nature, gain knowledge. In the morning, the sun opens its face to the east, and the sky is as blue and transparent as a sailing boat. The sun is full of balconies. At six o 'clock, my hair was unkempt, and I only washed a handful of cold water face and looked at the "sunflower book", "a hundred thousand why". The first rays of the morning sun poured on the books and adorned them with beauty. "I'm reading a book so early, really." My mother did not know how many times I heard this in my ear, but I did not want to listen to it, still immersed in my "golden house".
Every word in the book seems to be a story, and they stand in plain sight, but they make me so fascinated. As I watched, I recorded the knowledge in my "treasure house". Day after day, never stopped. "Get up in the morning and have something to eat." "My mother said, and she gave me a banana, and I put my hand on the table. Looking at the banana, I can't help thinking, how can a banana grow like this? Does it have seeds?
All at once, the problems hit me like a hailstorm. But I have a bible, and it tells me that bananas weren't like that before. In the past, the nuclei were large, the flesh was small, and the clever ancient people developed the new species, and the black spots on the cross section of the banana were its seeds. It turns out that it's much easier to solve a big problem. If it were not for me to read carefully, to record every knowledge, how could I gain such knowledge? Read carefully, pay attention, and you will gain the key to the door of wisdom.
Read frequently, let me feel life, learn to cherish. One winter night, I was walking through the streets of the city. Silence and cold enveloped the city. And the street lights went out into the distance... In the unknown corridor there was a girl in rags, barefoot, curled up, holding the match, and warming herself with the faint spark.
There were still her footprints in the snow, and the sound of her helpless voice "struck a match, sold a match," and no one answered... Looking back on that night, I watched the small flying insects look for light under the light, and I looked for my hope in this fairy tale. When you finish your homework, you will use your break time to read. Not to complete the reading task assigned by the teacher, only to satisfy the inner desire.
Once upon a time I just think of the little match girl is very poor, now I understand: we are living in the greenhouse flowers, should treasure everything, his eyes have a wonderful life, the superior conditions of reading, of close relatives, friends, if not because I'm hard to read, how can understand the reason. Diligent reading, not afraid of hard work, will harvest this valuable all.
The four-leaf clover is still rising, making efforts, with determination, overcoming difficulties. Finally harvest the sunshine, the rain. And I in the book, trying to find the direction, yesterday when I stand alone in an empty intersection, look at the back of their confusion, because pay a sweat, so they know where the next step should be. Read carefully, be diligent in reading, will harvest knowledge, learn to cherish, persevere, and carry them bravely forward.