记得小时候 ,爸爸常给我买书 ,那时候虽然大字不识几个 ,可看得懂图画呀。那些图画好漂亮好漂亮 ,撕下来折个纸飞机 ,多好玩儿呀 !这时 ,我还不懂得爱护书籍。而书角也常被我折皱 ,常沾上一些污渍 ,而这些 ,都是我“阅读”过的痕迹。稍大一些 ,认识汉语拼音了 , I remember when I was little, Dad often bought books for me. At that time, although the characters didn’t know a few, I could understand the pictures. Those pictures are beautiful and beautiful, tear off a paper plane, and it’s so much fun! At this time, I still don’t know how to love books. The book corners are often wrinkled by me, often stained with stains, and these are my “reading” marks. Slightly larger, I know Hanyu Pinyin,