小的时候,我对书的记忆很模糊,只知道书是在很多张纸上印着不同的文字和图画。我渐渐长大了,知道了那些有趣的故事都是来自书里,于是我便让妈妈不停地给我读书,希望从书里听到更多奇妙的故事。在我学会了一些生字后,妈妈让我自己试着读书,书里有很多文字我都不认识,我便开始厌烦读书了。后来我认识了拼音,重新又找到了读书的乐趣。我发现那书的文字多么美妙,那书的内容多么丰富,那书上带给我们的启迪和智慧是多么意味深长。从此,我对书爱不释手,视如 When I was young, my memory of the book was vague. I only knew that the book printed different words and pictures on many sheets of paper. I grew older and learned that those interesting stories were all from the book, so I kept my mum reading for me and hoping to hear more wonderful stories from the book. After I learned a few words, my mother let me try my own reading. I did not know many words in the book, and I began to get tired of reading. Later, I met Pinyin, and once again found the pleasure of reading. I found how beautiful the book was, how rich the book was and how enlightening and wise the book brought us. Since then, I love the book, as if