In spare time, I often read a poem: occasional sleepless night, there is always an oar, paddling waves, ripples spread far away.
These poems always remind me of that year, that month, that day. At that time, I was suffering from enteritis. My body is weak, and the stomach often aches and ends. My grades have gone down very seriously.
But my Chinese teacher gave me a heavy blow, just because the composition competition, I did not award. She scolded me in the face of all the students, and she sighed, "a child like you wasted my mind.". I wanted to cry, but I didn't cry. Because I know, crying doesn't work. I've always been so excellent that I've been tortured to death.
But I was so fragile, so young. I want to say I'm just a kid, I have a heart, I have a pain, a pain in my heart. But nobody listened to me, and my parents said, "there's no reason why you shouldn't try so hard.". My friend said, "you don't do well. I don't want to play with you.". I was so lonely, my heart began to grow dark.
What saved me from all this was: books.
I was in middle school, the book does not, I learned to be yourself, I learned to never give up! I learned to feel grateful, and I heard Wang Guozhen say, "how can I thank you?" When I walked into you, I wanted to harvest a wisp of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring.
This is my gratitude for the book, because the book gives me hope. It's like my invisible wings, giving me strength.
I know, no matter how far it's going to be. Books will accompany me all my life.
