打开书,就像打开一扇思想之门,那些啼叫着的文字,那些沉甸甸的文字,那些无数次唤醒了良知的文字,是我们先辈奔腾不息的热血。读书的时候,但觉天高地阔心地宽。心灵仿佛逃脱了尘世的羁绊,融入了山野的空灵,听淙淙流泉,看云卷云舒,不再为一次小小的挫折而肝肠寸 Opening a book is like opening a door of thought. Those buzzing words, those heavy words, and words that have awakened conscience for countless times are the blood of our ancestors. When I was reading a book, I felt that the sky was high and wide. The mind seems to have escaped the hustle and bustle of the earth, integrated into the emptiness of the mountains, listened to the turbulence, and watched the clouds and clouds, and was no longer a small setback.