小时候,我翻阅着一页页图画书,心里想:“书,大概就是一张张精美的图画吧!”一二年级时,我拼读着一本本拼音读物,心里想:“书,大概就是一个个变幻无穷的拼音吧!”三四年级时,我欣赏着一部部中外名著,心里又想:“书,大概就是一个个精彩的词语和一句句优美的句子堆砌起来的城堡吧!”现在,我经常沉醉在书的世界中不可自拔。我仿佛来到了美丽的非洲大陆,领略那里的神秘与圣洁;仿佛看见了坐在苹果树上的外婆、正在摘樱桃的外公;仿佛与丽丝和婷卡一起阅读魔法书,还上电视施展魔法;仿佛和保尔一 When I was a kid, I read through a page of coloring book, I thought: “Book, probably a beautiful picture of it!” Grade one or two, I spelled a Pinyin reading, my heart thought: “ , Is probably an infinite variety of Pinyin it! ”In the third and fourth grade, I admired a section of famous Chinese and foreign, my heart thought: “ book, probably is a wonderful words and sentence sentence beautiful pile up Castle now! ”Now, I often indulge in the book world inextricably. I seem to come to the beautiful continent of Africa, enjoy the mystery and holiness there; as if to see the grandmother sitting on the apple tree, is picking the cherry grandpa; as if reading with Reese and Ting card magic book, but also cast magic on television ; As if Paul and one