书是我形影不离的好朋友。每一次旅途中、吃饭时、睡觉前,我的手里总抱着书,可就是这个小习惯,让我在乌岩岭中了“大奖”。那是一个清晨,我们一行人去登山,乌岩岭在云雾缭绕中显得格外神秘。下了车,我随手把一路正在看的小说塞进背包里,跟着爸爸妈妈上山了。山很陡、很高,爬了半个小时,所有人都累得气喘吁吁的。“休……休息一下吧!”爸爸“呼哧呼哧”地喘着粗气。我一屁股坐 Book is my good friend. Every journey, eating, sleeping, my hands always hold the book, but this is a small habit, let me in Wuyan Ridge “Jackpot ”. That is an early morning, we are a pedestrian to mountaineering, Wuyan Ridge in the misty wind is particularly mysterious. Get out of the car, I readily put all the way the novel is being read into the backpack, followed by mom and dad up the mountain. The mountain is steep, high, climbing for half an hour, and everyone is tired and breathless. “Hugh ... take a break!” “Daddy” shouted breathlessly. I sit down ass