像一位师长,对我循循善诱;像一个朋友,对我轻轻叙说……——题记成长的岁月,是谁在一路陪伴?是谁让心海扬帆?唯有书。孩童时代,我便与书结下了不解之缘。记得三岁时,我在母亲的怀里牙牙学语,母亲在读书,我却在吟。长大一点儿,痴迷于书中那淡淡香气,一双脏兮兮的小手抓住一本童话,翻来覆去地看,不时地笑出了声,那本来平整而洁白的页面,被揉成了一张张干皱而略带黄色的纸。那小小读书郎呢,时而惊叹,时而哭 Like a teacher, to me to follow the temptation; like a friend, gently narrated to me ... ... - the title of the growing years, who accompanied all the way? Who let the heart of the sea? Only book. Childhood, I was indissoluble bound with the book. I remember when I was three years old, I was babbling in my mother’s arms while my mother was studying, but I was singing. Grow up, addicted to the faint aroma of the book, a pair of dirty hands to seize a fairy tale, looking over and over again and again, from time to time laughed out, that had been flat and white pages, was kneaded into a Dry wrinkled yellowish paper. That little reading Lang, sometimes amazing, sometimes crying