我有一个习惯,爱与青蛙赛读。我老家的房屋在一片田野的边上,小时候,我爱读书。每年不到夏天,春风把青蛙吹醒,三两天闷热后,一阵雨下来,青蛙们便开始朗诵起来。而这时我静悄悄的简陋书屋也开始有了生气,我的读书声也开始获得了生机,我把几乎等于默读的声音提高起来。随着蛙声的节奏越来越紧,我的 I have a habit of love and frog reading. My home’s house is on the edge of a field. As a kid, I love reading. Not until the summer each year, the spring breeze woke up the frog, three or four days after the heat, a shower, the frog began to read. At this moment, my quiet, rude bookstore began to get angry, and my reading started to get a chance. I raised my voice almost equal to my silent reading. With the frog rhythm getting tighter, mine