记得有位名人说过,“书犹药也,善读之可以医愚”。在我愤怒时看书,仿佛有一股安慰的小溪流过我的脑海;在我烦躁时看书,仿佛有一股清凉的泉水涌在我的眼前;在我伤心时看书,仿佛有一片宁静的湖泊融入我的身体……我们前进之路在何方?书就是我们前进的路标。书,指引着我们,路,其实就在我们脚下。被风吹过,被雨冲刷过,被春天的草覆盖过,被秋天的落叶掩埋过,被冬天的积雪隐藏过,看起来已是一片荒芜。但是,书告诉我,那里依然有路,只要有人在前行,哪怕再曲折,再坎坷。不必奢望会有一马平川的坦途,因为这一 I remember a celebrity said, “The book is still drug, good reading can be foolish.” Reading in my anger, as if there is a stream of comfort flowing through my mind; Reading in my irritability, as if there is a cool spring water in my eyes; reading in my heart sad, as if a quiet lake into me The body ... where are we going? Books are the way to go. Book, guide us, the road, in fact, at our feet. Was blown by the wind, washed by the rain, covered by the spring grass, was buried in autumn leaves, hidden by the winter snow, looks already a barren. However, the book told me that there is still a way there, as long as some people are moving forward, even if twists and turns and then ups and downs. Do not expect there will be a smooth road, because of this