The book is the one part of my heart. The book can let me never leave home, but itinerary 1000 hill 10 thousand water; Element not when the photograph, also can fall sit have a heart-to-heart talk. From when the fairy tale that loves most arrives when age is largish beautiful essay; Arrive from ignorant caricature the history of open eye shot; Never go far to vivid novel …… book originally from babyish plot, it already accompanied me to walk over 4745 day day night!
书是我心灵的一部分。书可以让我足不出户，便可游历千山万水；素不相时，也可下坐促膝谈心。从儿时最爱的童话到年纪稍大时优美的散文；从无知的漫画到开阔视野的历史；从幼稚的绘图本到生动的小说……书从未走远，它已伴我走过来4745个日日夜夜！
In those days, I just am less than one one full year of life, mom gives me taletelling every day. Lunar Lang Xing is rare in the evening, our mother child two lie on the bed, mom shuts the lamp, borrowing gentle moon, tell that familiar to the ear to me can the fairy tale —— of detailed " ugly small duckling " ; " big toe girl " ; " the little girl that sells match " …… is told at the same time, often still see the illustration in the book to me at the same time, I also listen with pleasure, I and mum keep only on this world it seems that. Every day such, till me the society talks. In that paragraph of good time, my constant sits on big bluestone, looking night day grave, listen to mom taletelling.
那时，我才不到一周岁，妈妈天天给我讲故事。月朗星稀的晚上，我们母子两躺在床上，妈妈关上灯，借着轻柔的月光，给我讲起那耳熟能详的童话——《丑小鸭》；《拇指姑娘》；《卖火柴的小女孩》……一边讲，一边还不时给我看书中的插图，我也听得津津有味，似乎这个世界上只留下我与妈妈了。日日如此，直到我学会说话。那段美好的时光里，我常坐在大青石上，盼着夕日低沉，听妈妈讲故事。
Some growner, went up cheeper courtyard, I also fell in love with caricature. When often classessing are over, I always am awaiting mom anxiously. Ah! That familiar form is close! At this moment, mom always can carry a cartoon. I can sit on the bicycle in those days, look with pleasure. Car composition jolt is on the alley of country mother child on a few talk sweetly when neither, the setting sun helps our reflection very longly very long …… also is a paragraph of graven good time when reading then.
长大些，上了幼儿院，我也爱上了漫画。每每放学时，我总焦急地等待着妈妈。啊！那熟悉的身影近了！这时，妈妈总会带上一本漫画。那时我会坐在自行车上，津津有味地看起来。车作文颠簸在乡间的小路上母子两不时甜甜的谈上几句，夕阳把我们的影子拉得很长很长……那也是一段不可磨灭的读书时的美好光阴。
Went up one grade, plot took my inner world originally. Recorded the works of phoneticize that one, although the story is very brief, read rise very demanding, often want to read on half month originally, but I still am willing to not hesitate time ground is read, because they have a kind of aeriform power, my deep attraction above. When 34 grade, the novel took my life, that character of dramatic image in the novel, annulus annulus photograph buckles, the book of story clue …… of moving heart soul, let me fondle admiringly! Grade lifted, essay and history are compositive my main manna, the essay let my heart get plenitude, got edifying, literary level got rising; Historical collect let my eye shot get expanding, also let understand my motherland more, I also fell in love with my motherland deeply
上了一年级，绘图本走入了我的精神世界。那一本本注了拼音的书籍，虽故事十分简短，读起来十分吃力，一本往往要读上半个月，可我还是愿意不惜时间地读，因为它们有一种无形的力量，把我深深的吸引在上面。三四年级时，小说走入了我的生活，小说里那生动形象的人物，环环相扣的，动人心魄的故事情节……书，让我爱不释手！年级升高了，散文和历史集成我主要的精神食粮，散文让我的心灵得到了充实，得到了熏陶，文学水平得到了提高；历史集则让我的视野得到了扩展，也让更加了解我的祖国，我也深深地爱上了我的祖国
The my open-armed also author that thanks those to write book end to say. It is the pen in their hand purified another babyish soul, it is the hall that they took us to walk into art! Now, in my inner world, book in order to make essential one part. I love a book!
我也真心的感谢那些著书立说的作家。是他们手中的笔净化了一个又一个幼稚的灵魂，是他们带我们走进了艺术的殿堂！现在，我的精神世界中，书以成为必不可少的一部分了。我爱书！(文/王嘉诚)