Stealing Books (20 Collections) - Love to Ask Compositions

Stealing Books (1)

"Hum, don't read this book today!" "Why, give it back to me quickly!" Don't guess, it must be my father and I have a quarrel again. Today, my father confiscated the book I've been waiting for for a long time, "I flew", and I was so angry that I wanted to overturn the roof.

I am always absent-minded when I sleep. What happened to Du Xiaokang? Did Shan Mingming surpass Xiao Haizi to win the championship in the end? These problems turn in my mind like they can't disappear, so I am determined to "brave".

I got up and got out of bed. I opened the door gently and looked around. I only saw that my father was enjoying watching the football match. Ha, God helps me. I lie down and try to move forward with low body. Dad hasn't found me yet. Suddenly something fell on my head. I grabbed it and almost vomited it out without nausea. It was my father's smelly socks. I was really drunk. I threw the smelly socks aside and continued to search for my book. As soon as I raised my head, there was a loud noise, and there was a pain in my head. It turned out that the chair was knocked out by me. I looked at my father nervously, but he didn't hear anything. He still shouted, "Come on! Come on!" I took a deep breath, and saw the book in front of me, I stood up quietly and was about to pick up a book to run away. Suddenly, I heard my father's cry, "Fool!" Can't I be found? I took a furtive look at my father. It turned out that he was scolding the players on TV. It was a false alarm. Ha ha, the book is here, slip away!

I rushed to the room and read!

Stealing Books (2)

One day, my classmate Feifei and I went to the bookstore to buy books. When selecting in the bookstore, I saw a teenager of about 15 or 16 years old looking around stealthily. I don't have the heart to pick a book at all, and my eyes are fixed on the boy.

I clearly saw that the boy picked up two books and hid them in the interlayer of his clothes. Then he went to the second floor of the bookstore, picked up a pen and put it in the mezzanine. Then he zipped up his clothes and walked to the exit of the bookstore.

At this moment, I have only one thought in my mind, he is stealing books. I asked myself whether to tell the security guard or ignore it.

At this time, he had already reached the exit, and it would be late if he didn't say anything. But an idea came to my mind, and I didn't say anything. I regret that the boy went out.

Stealing Books (3)

There is a little good and a little evil in human nature, just add water and make peace.

——Max Susak

Death, a cruel predator of life, is gentle to the soul. The black windbreaker is hidden under the dark night. The clouds are gray when the day breaks. Just like the usual color in Europe, gray clouds fall with muddy raindrops. The story of Liselle, the book thief, starts here - Paradise Street, a street that is neither hell nor heaven.

Liselle, from the beginning to the Paradise Street, and finally to the survivors of the bombardment, from being illiterate to creating her own works, Liselle used words to restore hope to Jews hiding in the basement, and saved many suffering hearts in the air raid shelter with words. Similarly, Liselle also changed her life with words, which made her avoid the bombing and helped her get through the difficulties of reality. Death said that "like her father, her soul can stand up".

Liselle, an ordinary girl, represents thousands of children who have become victims of the war. "In 1943, I was wandering around". In the war years, under the fire of the army, nothing was left. Liselle is not so much a book thief as war is theft again and again! In the name of God, he is selfish. In gray, people can't distinguish between black and white. They are eager for a sound rain and dew. What comes is gunfire full of smoke.

From The Book Thieves, I read about the cruelty of the war, the tragedy of people in the war years, and the power of writing and reading. A string of small characters wipe the dust off my heart, floating in the haze, from empty blood vessels to interlaced nerves, with a little magic, spring blossoms.

Liselle, I think I will never forget this name. She taught me to be tough and tenacious. Her desire for reading shocked me and infected me at the same time. That pure and passionate love is a lonely and wandering heart that finds the harbor, holds the only comfort tightly, and perseveres with everything, even at the cost of life. The Book Thieves, a story that made me laugh and worried, is the fragrance of books in the flames of war, the epitome of a tragic war, and a street called Paradise. It is cruel and warm, just like when dark clouds cover the sun, there is a red flower that is stubborn and open, and its sudden makes my heart tremble under the gray sky.

"On her deathbed, she saw her three children, her grandchildren, her husband, and a long string of names closely linked to her life. Among them were Hans and Rosa, who glittered like lanterns, her brother, and the boy whose hair was always shining like a candle." Death came to Liselle, who was dying, The exclamation of "Human beings really make me unpredictable." When did human beings really know themselves?

It's dawn, the clouds are white, the sun is warm.

Stealing Books (4)

How important is "writing" in our life? Can you imagine what the world would be like without him one day?
In addition to being able to communicate by letter, he is also a bosom friend of people in their spare time. People who have feelings in their hearts, enjoy the world, and are good at telling stories, selflessly give all the ups and downs, emotions, sorrows, and so on that increase in their hearts bit by bit over time to words, and turn them into our hands. They opened their hearts, saw the truth, or just immersed in their own small world, so they left their footprints in the world for future generations to appreciate and chew the meaning. One book after another sits neatly on the bookcase, with rows of shelves on top, and the graceful dance of characters is really fascinating.
Nazi Germany was composed of starving Germans and miserable Jews, and of course, the Fuehrer. The important role of this story is "writing", and the stage is in Germany during the Second World War. People are always threatened by war. Adults curse each other, children chase the enemy's planes throwing bombs innocently, and Jews are escorted to concentration camps. Our protagonist Liselle Maminga lost her family, so she lived with her adoptive parents. Even if she didn't have enough to eat or wear warm every day, in her eyes, "words" were more important than anything. So every day or night when people were worried, they had trembling hands, bursts of crying babies, and devastated hearts, Lyssel was smoothed one by one when she recited the books in a calm tone. The air raid shelter was lit by the light of words. Liselle's tireless spirit of study certainly attracted the attention of Death, so he wrote Liselle's life into this book.
In this cruel environment, Liselle never flinched. She read one book after another, sometimes finding the sadness of life, sometimes finding the beauty of life, and her mood also fluctuated. In addition to books, her friends and neighbors also have a considerable influence on her. Her adoptive father taught her to read and read. Jewish Max shared the story of escaping from hiding with her. Her friend Rudy accompanied her through the adaptation period when she just moved in and took risks together. However, the bomb still fell relentlessly, destroying houses and people's hearts. At this moment, the narrator of the story, Death, was confused about this: two human faces were composed of cold-blooded and merciless killing and caring from the heart.
A loud noise was heard all over the sky, and sand and dust were flying all over the sky. The collapsed houses had lost their original appearance, and the silence after a burst of noise was even more treacherous. There is only one plane leaving in the chocolate sky, leaving Liselle alone to face the amazing ruins. At the moment when the sky was falling apart, Liselle was hiding in the dark, damp and cold basement and forgot herself to write her story on the blank page. Although it was deemed that it was not deep enough to be used as an air raid shelter, she was lucky to protect Liselle, the girl dancing with words. When the bomb fell, Liselle was almost defeated by the cruel world, which clearly showed his gratitude and reluctance to his adoptive parents. It was really sour to see this section. The war has taken countless lives, destroyed countless families, but left behind a lonely and vague fragile mind; In the era of modern democracy and rationality, people don't need to be threatened by war, and they can't understand the panic of people at that time and the crazy psychology of waiting for death to take them away, which also makes modern people cherish all the peaceful things they have now.
This book takes Nazi Germany in World War II as the background, and a naive girl who loves writing as the main character. She can't understand the meaning of the war and makes herself feel like living in another world by reading. In the process of learning to read and read, not only did the protagonist's reading ability improve by leaps and bounds, but she also spread the invisible energy and warmth of words in everyone's hearts, growing into big trees that could not be cut down, slowly expanding, forming a dense and lush forest. Even if war, heads of state, killing, and death hit the trunk with an axe, they would still remain unmoved, Standing under the light blue sky. And the sky will not change because of anything anyone encounters, but depends on how people's hearts view the sky. Liselle, a book thief, is carrying the pressure of the harsh environment and the power given by the words. She cherishes everyone around her. She always looks up at the blue sky and white clouds, always thinking of everyone's faces. Her sky is always pure and free of pollution.

Stealing Books (5)

The word "sharing" is gradually entering our life, and more and more shared resources appear in the streets. In addition to the convenience of people, these shared things also have some problems after all.

"Alas, another book is missing." The monitor turned the books on the shelf over and over again, and finally accepted the fact. She shook her head, walked back to her seat, took out the book, crossed out a copy of "Book Thieves", and added a note to the word "Zheng" on the side.

In the era of sharing, our class has begun to catch up with this trend. At first, someone spontaneously brought books, and then more students gave generously. The space in the cabinet at the back of the classroom gradually decreased, and these "shared books" were replaced. In the first few days, some students were eager to take out a book between classes. They didn't put it back until the bell rang. After a long time, someone took it back to his seat. It would be nice to return them as soon as you took them, but some students left them behind in the dark desk, even stuffed them into their schoolbags and brought them home. Therefore, the books on the shelves gradually disappear at the speed visible to the naked eye. The class committee and the teacher were also helpless, so they had to keep bringing books to fill those empty boxes that were full.

By the end of the semester, the books were more than half of those at the beginning of the semester. On the last day, several classmates and I stayed to clean the classroom. At the end of cleaning, I opened the locker for cleaning tools to put the broom and mop back. However, it seems that something is stuck inside anyway. After I remove the sundries in the locker one by one, I see a square object. After looking closely, I called the monitor. It turned out that it was a book, wrapped in thick dust. The cover of the book, which had been dripped by wet mops for countless times, was mottled, which was the official book of the long lost "Book Thieves"! I glanced at the monitor. Her eyes were full of emotions I could not understand. The monitor looked around the classroom without saying a word. When we looked at each other, we quickly began to look for those lost books. Before long, we found one book after another from the cracks on the side of the cabinet and the top of the cabinet deep in the podium. Fortunately, most of them are still intact. I wiped their covers one by one and returned them to the bookshelf. Some unfortunately lack pages and spines, so they have to bear the pain and sell them as waste products.

When I looked at those dusty and incomplete books that were out of place in the shiny new book group, I couldn't help wondering: "Why do these shared books become so shabby and lost to us? These books should be convenient for students, but why do we spend a lot of time to find them back in the end?" In this sharing era, shared resources are closely related to us, However, these problems, which were born with convenience, cannot be solved at this time. I just hope that the books of next semester will not be so unlucky, and that the sharing era can overcome these problems with everyone's efforts.

Stealing Books (6)

When I entered the room and saw that the TV was still on, I slowed down and walked quietly to my cousin's bedside. The goal was not to watch TV, but to steal books from his hands.

When I came to my cousin on tiptoe, I saw that he was asleep. I felt a twinge of joy in my heart and hurriedly took the book in my cousin's arms. Bad, my cousin turned over. I quickly climbed to bed, knelt in front of him, continued to grasp the corner of the book, twitched slightly, and cried eagerly in my heart: "Release it quickly, release it quickly!" But my cousin still held the book tightly in his hands. Continue to smoke, ah, finally loosen a little, and then gently pull, the book was finally pulled out by me. I quickly held the book, slowly slid down from the bed, stood on tiptoe, and left the room like a successful thief. I am very happy and afraid of the taste of "stealing books". I'm afraid of waking my cousin. Once I wake him up, he will rob me of books again.

Every time my cousin and I read the same book, I would try my best to divert his attention, and then secretly take the book away from him. Sometimes, no matter how much I coax him, he refuses to give up. I just reluctantly let him read the book first, and then I will steal it back when the right time comes.

What makes me happy is that my cousin can't read the book in my hand. In this way, I can read my own books with peace of mind and not be afraid of being disturbed by him. Sometimes I have to sneak a few glances at my cousin for fear that he might think his book is not good and steal it from me.

When my mother asked us to have dinner, I found that I had read books for almost two hours. I closed the book, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if to swallow all the contents of the book, and then reluctantly put down the book.

Walking out of the room, although my eyes were a little sore, I felt relaxed all over. At this time, I remembered Shakespeare's famous saying: "Books are the nutrition of the world."

Stealing Books (7)

How important is "writing" in our life? Can you imagine what the world would be like without him one day?

In addition to being able to communicate by letter, he is also a bosom friend of people in their spare time. People who have feelings in their hearts, enjoy the world, and are good at telling stories, selflessly give all the ups and downs, emotions, sorrows, and so on that increase in their hearts bit by bit over time to words, and turn them into our hands. They opened their hearts, saw the truth, or just immersed in their own small world, so they left their footprints in the world for future generations to appreciate and chew the meaning. One book after another sits neatly on the bookcase, with rows of shelves on top, and the graceful dance of characters is really fascinating.

Nazi Germany was composed of starving Germans and miserable Jews, and of course, the Fuehrer. The important role of this story is "writing", and the stage is in Germany during the Second World War. People are always threatened by war. Adults curse each other, children chase the enemy's planes throwing bombs innocently, and Jews are escorted to concentration camps. Our protagonist Liselle Maminga lost her family, so she lived with her adoptive parents. Even if she didn't have enough to eat or wear warm every day, in her eyes, "words" were more important than anything. So every day or night when people were worried, they had trembling hands, bursts of crying babies, and devastated hearts, Lyssel was smoothed one by one when she recited the books in a calm tone. The air raid shelter was lit by the light of words. Liselle's tireless spirit of study certainly attracted the attention of Death, so he wrote Liselle's life into this book.

In this cruel environment, Liselle never flinched. She read one book after another, sometimes finding the sadness of life, sometimes finding the beauty of life, and her mood also fluctuated. In addition to books, her friends and neighbors also have a considerable influence on her. Her adoptive father taught her to read and read. Jewish Max shared the story of escaping from hiding with her. Her friend Rudy accompanied her through the adaptation period when she just moved in and took risks together. However, the bomb still fell relentlessly, destroying houses and people's hearts. At this moment, the narrator of the story, Death, was confused about this: two human faces were composed of cold-blooded and merciless killing and caring from the heart.

A loud noise was heard all over the sky, and sand and dust were flying all over the sky. The collapsed houses had lost their original appearance, and the silence after a burst of noise was even more treacherous. There is only one plane leaving in the chocolate sky, leaving Liselle alone to face the amazing ruins. At the moment when the sky was falling apart, Liselle was hiding in the dark, damp and cold basement and forgot herself to write her story on the blank page. Although it was deemed that it was not deep enough to be used as an air raid shelter, she was lucky to protect Liselle, the girl dancing with words. When the bomb fell, Liselle was almost defeated by the cruel world, which clearly showed his gratitude and reluctance to his adoptive parents. It was really sour to see this section. The war has taken countless lives, destroyed countless families, but left behind a lonely and vague fragile mind; In the era of modern democracy and rationality, people don't need to be threatened by war, and they can't understand the panic of people at that time and the crazy psychology of waiting for death to take them away, which also makes modern people cherish all the peaceful things they have now.

This book takes Nazi Germany in World War II as the background, and a naive girl who loves writing as the main character. She can't understand the meaning of the war and makes herself feel like living in another world by reading. In the process of learning to read and read, not only did the protagonist's reading ability improve by leaps and bounds, but she also spread the invisible energy and warmth of words in everyone's hearts, growing into big trees that could not be cut down, slowly expanding, forming a dense and lush forest. Even if war, heads of state, killing, and death hit the trunk with an axe, they would still remain unmoved, Standing under the light blue sky. And the sky will not change because of anything anyone encounters, but depends on how people's hearts view the sky. Liselle, a book thief, is carrying the pressure of the harsh environment and the power given by the words. She cherishes everyone around her. She always looks up at the blue sky and white clouds, always thinking of everyone's faces. Her sky is always pure and free of pollution.

Stealing Books (8)

On Nanjing Road in Shanghai, I bought a book called Book Thieves. It is this story that can change a person's life and shake the god of death.

Have you ever heard of death telling stories? He opened his mouth for the first time, rational, calm but humorous, and even with a little warmth, telling a story of a little girl who met him three times... Germany in 1939, 9-year-old Liselle? Meiminger and his younger brother were sent by their mother to a foster family in Hamel Street, Morchin Town, a suburb of Munich, as a last resort. The 6-year-old brother died on the way. After the cold funeral, Liselle accidentally got her first book, The Grave Digger's Manual. Her father was branded as a communist and was taken away by the Nazis, and her mother subsequently disappeared. With the help of her adopted father, who played the accordion, she learned to read. Although life was hard, she found something that attracted her more than anything else - books. She can't help but start stealing books. She has 14 books. Liselle, the poor girl called "book thief" by the god of death, lives hard in the war torn Germany. But a shell destroyed her town. Her adoptive parents and all the people around her died. Only she escaped because she was hungry to read in the basement.

This story shook the god of death. Is the writer Max of Australia? Susak, the translator is Sun Zhangjing. Max? Susak wrote this story from the plot told by his parents. During the Second World War, his parents saw many tragedies and tragedies with their own eyes. In this story, Liselle? The friendship between Meiminger and his friends is the most sincere; The true feelings with adoptive parents are the most touching; Her past experience is the most painful.

I learned a lot from Liselle - when facing an unprecedented misfortune, be optimistic, find a way to explore it, and learn to face everything happily. Cherish every second, cherish the happy time, cherish the trust of others, cherish the people who have given you and sent love. See the shining point of others. Be full of love to help people in need; Be full of innocence to find happiness in life; Challenge yourself with confidence; Be full of enthusiasm to welcome the beautiful and bright world! Liselle knows how to find the small details of life, and accidentally found the first book, so she fell in love with the book. The book saved Liselle? Meimingge died. Don't ask for all this. Do you like reading? How many books have you read? Liselle? The 14 books owned by Meiminger brought her infinite comfort. She saw the meteor across an arc and fell into the lake in this colorful book. From the book, she saw more than these things. The rustling snowflakes fell down and covered the town of Morchin. In the small room, Liselle? The sound of reading came from Mei Mingge's home. It was her adoptive father and her reading books. The sound passed through the quiet streets and alleys. Look! How sweet the scene is

The book "Book Thieves" has taught me the infinite power that books bring to us.

Stealing Books (9)

The teacher asked us to watch The Romance of the Three Kingdoms during the summer vacation. At first, I didn't feel anything, but I was fascinated by it. A book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms may not be enough for me. I know that Romance of the Three Kingdoms is one of the four masterpieces. So I asked my mother to buy me three other masterpieces.

School started on September 1. Under the pressure of heavy schoolwork, I have been thinking about my four masterpieces all the time. There is no time to read leisure books in class during the day. It is eight or nine o'clock when I go home to finish my homework at night. Every night, I pretend to be asleep, take the flashlight and secretly nest in the bed while my parents are sleeping, and read my novels with relish. But occasionally there will be accidents. When my father or mother gets up and passes my room, I will quickly turn off the flashlight and pretend to sleep. It's thrilling but exciting.

But the good times didn't last long. My mother found it in two days. Because I hate reading late every day, and I am always tired when I wake up in the morning, so my mother can easily find the flaws and my secret is discovered.

I sincerely said to my mother, "I like the four masterpieces very much and hope to continue to read them." My mother was moved by my sincerity, but one thing is that I can't read in bed, which is bad for my eyes. I think I have finally changed from "underground worker" to "ground worker".

Now I find time to read books every day when I come home from school, so I don't have to guard against my parents. However, I still miss the fun of stealing books.

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With the teacher's recommendation, I went to see the movie "Book Thieves". Even though the broken computer is stuck, it still makes me insist on reading it. I really feel a lot

People hid in air raid shelters one after another. The dark night was so dark that people were afraid to hesitate. Maybe the shell will fall to the ground. It is not so much the night as the war that frightens people. Close up, people's faces seem to be covered with a layer of fog, which is the confusion of children and helplessness of adults.

Suddenly, there was a beautiful music from the weak light. Oh, it turned out to be the inconspicuous old man with gray and disordered hair. He is the adoptive father of the female owner Liselle. Gradually, gradually. Joyful music makes people intoxicated. The opening and closing of the accordion affects everyone's heart in the cave. Such a warm scene took place during World War II. It is undoubtedly a sad scene in human history to mention World War II. Germany provoked war, persecuted Jews and invaded other countries. So before watching the film, I had a bad impression of Germans. Bloody terror is synonymous with war. But what's wrong with these ordinary people? They just want to live in peace. They are also victims of normal war.

People gathered around the old man. The little girl sitting next to the old man was Liselle. But the old man did not expect that Liselle would "take over" his position one day soon.

The war situation is becoming more and more urgent. Even Liselle's foster father was recruited. one's life is uncertain. But the anti-aircraft bomb does not care whether the elderly are recruited. The shrill alarm sounded again. This time, it was even more serious. The huge power of the shells made the hole constantly adjust sand. The poor mother hugged her child tightly, and the lights were clearly flickering, so she was afraid of flooding into people's hearts again.

A crisp and bright child voice! "Once there was a ghost of a boy," Liselle's voice trembled slightly. People are talking about "who is speaking. Liselle is learning from her adoptive father and slowly telling stories to people. Her voice was like a ray of bright sunshine shining into the small air raid shelter. People's hearts settled down and gradually fell asleep. At this time, Liselle's story is over

Even though there are thousands of shells in the outside world, there are always people who warm your heart. When we encounter difficulties, there are always some people who selflessly give us help and support. Whether teachers or parents, or even strangers. Fortunately, we were born in a peaceful age, without the fear of war. Then why are there so many pessimists. Believe it, even if life is hard, there will always be a sweet moment. Rainbow comes after rain.

I just intercepted a few small fragments to understand the film. There are many pictures in it, and the space is not enough.

Stealing Books (11)

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Today, my mother cleaned up the bookcase, "This book is too old..." My mother whispered quietly and threw a book into the trash. "The Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes!" I saw a light, picked up the book and turned it over. Wow, it's so beautiful. Watching it, I became fascinated. "Dinner!" In the repeated calls of my mother, I reluctantly came to the table with a book. "Holmes picked up the knife and carefully..." "Ouch, what's so hard?" I looked down at the chopsticks, and "whoosh" my mother grabbed my book in a flash of lightning. "Kid, why are you reading this book? Confiscation!" I was just looking at the wonderful place. "Mom, please give me this, I will finish this paragraph." I begged miserably. "No!" said his mother firmly. When my mother bent down to eat, my neck shrank under the table and my hand reached the table quietly. "Ah, I felt it." I secretly felt happy. I just wanted to take the book back. "I hit the dog's paw!" I saw my mother holding chopsticks and smiling at me under the table. "Mom, the water on the induction cooker is boiling." Mom heard this and quickly got up to pour water. "Ha ha, I was cheated..." I quickly climbed out from under the table, grabbed the book and ran upstairs.

two

I was reading with relish, and the book in front of me was suddenly replaced with rice. "Eat!" I had to eat three mouthfuls of rice, but my book? Ah! She was hidden by her mother again. I just can't find my book. At this time, my mother's grunt reminded me, "Will it hide under my mother's pillow?" I gently reached out my hand to touch the bottom of the pillow, and sure enough, there I could finally read quietly.

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"What time is it? Don't go to bed!" I don't know when my mother stood in front of me in a ferocious manner. My lovely book was miserable again. I had to close my eyes and sleep, but the question "Why did Holmes decide that the woman killed someone?" tormented me so much that I could not sleep. No, I want to have the best of both worlds. I can steal the book first. When my mother comes, I will hide the book in the quilt and pretend to sleep. I went to my mother's room quietly, and soon my mother fell asleep again. I have searched every possible book collection place in my mother's room, but I can't find it anywhere. "Mom can't be so hard to find from my room to her room, and I keep looking at her when she takes my book, so it may still be in my room." I learned from Holmes and speculated attentively. "Sherlock Holmes, come out quickly..." As soon as I turned around, "Sherlock Holmes" was lying on my bookcase. It was really hard to find anything.

four

At last, I can read quietly. Tonight is really full of twists and turns.

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Stealing Writings 500 (1)

Steal books

Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Shakespeare said: "Books are the nutrition of the world." The poet Chen Shou said: "One day without books, everything is deserted."!

Not long ago, my father bought me a book called "Award winning Composition". The book is very rich in content, including imaginative composition, human composition, and physical composition. Whenever I have time, I will show it.

At half past nine at night, my mother let me sleep and didn't let me read. In order to let me read when I wasn't sleeping, my mother was still staring at me. Well, it seems that the reading plan tonight is hopeless.

I was wondering how my mother could not find the way I was reading the book. I saw my father coming out of the toilet vaguely from the cracks. I turned my eyes and came up with a good idea. I said to my mother, "Mom, I have a stomachache. Can I go to the toilet?".

I quickly closed the door, turned on the light, took out the composition book, and read it with interest. I am like a voyager, driving a small boat, enjoying traveling in the ocean of knowledge. I was totally immersed in my "writing dream", and I simply forgot the time. Suddenly, a voice pierced my dream: "Shanshan, why did you go to the toilet for so long? Are you reading books in the toilet?" My mother said to me outside the door.

I immediately said to my mother in a hurried voice: "No, no! I have diarrhea, and I will go out right away!" Oh, what can I do? If my mother knows, it must be a meal of "bamboo shoots and fried meat". But how can we keep mum from finding out? I looked at every corner of the toilet, hoping to find some clues. Suddenly, my eyes fell on the corner of the garbage can.

I hid the book behind the garbage can so that my mother wouldn't find it. I went to the mirror again and tidied up my hair and expression. Then I opened the door of the toilet and walked out of the toilet.

When my mother saw that I was out and there was nothing to do, she told me: "Go to bed quickly. Mom goes to the toilet. Remember, don't peek at books!" Then she went into the toilet.

I prayed secretly that my mother would not find the book I hid in the toilet. However, no matter how cunning the fox is, he cannot escape from a good hunter. At this time, when I was still worried, my mother came out of the toilet angrily with my book in her hand. I knew at first sight that a disaster was imminent.

Mother said: "What's the matter? You said you had diarrhea? Why is there a book next to the toilet?" I stammered: "Because because because I'm reading in the toilet."

Mother said angrily: "This book can be read at any time. Do you need to do this? I have confiscated this book!" After saying that, mother took my book into the room.

But I didn't lose heart. If I failed in one plan, I would try again. I crept to my mother's room, slowly opened the door, and saw that my mother was asleep, which was a good opportunity. I crept into the room quietly and watched my mother's movements from time to time. I got to the bedside table and got my composition book. Then he climbed out of the door.

When I got the book, it was like a treasure. I held it in my hand, walked back to my room, opened the book again, and read it carefully.

I don't know how long later, I felt my eyelids a little heavy, and suddenly looked up, and found that it was two o'clock in the morning. I closed the book and fell asleep happily.

This is the story of me and the book, isn't it very interesting? Would you like to share your interesting stories about reading with me?

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Taste of stealing books Everyone has a story about stealing books. Now, let me tell you the story about me and books! I remember that when I was in kindergarten, I loved reading. The kindergarten opened a literacy class, and I also participated in it. My mother was very happy to know that I love reading. She bought me some books, including Andersen's Fairy Tales, Education of Love, A Dream of Red Mansions and so on. But because I love reading too much, I read late every day. So my mother put my books away. What a boring night without books! I finally took action once - stealing books. Although I know it's bad to steal, I can't sleep without books. It's late at night, when my parents are asleep. I opened the door quietly like a mouse, looking around to make sure they were really asleep. OK, go along the ground, I climb to the cabinet, gently open the cabinet, and steal all the books inside. okay! Ah! And a flashlight. Well, it's all right this time. I crept out again quietly. Read one book after another. But it's really hard to steal! Otherwise, they will be found and returned. In this way, no one found out for several days. After a week, my mother may feel uncomfortable. It seems that a little mouse is stealing every night. Until one night, when I went to steal books again, my mother found me. I had no choice but to stand there and wait for criticism. My mother smiled and said, "You are the little mouse that steals books every day! I will tell you after reading the book, but it is not so late to read it!" "Mom, thank you!" Then I fell into a sweet dream. It's hard to steal books! Oh, no, very happy.

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Grade 5 composition of primary school: "Steal" books. I am a child who loves reading books. I can't put them down when there are good books. One year, an embarrassing thing happened to me about "stealing" books: in the winter of that year, it was snowing heavily, and my parents went to work. After I finished my homework at home and had nothing to do, I went to the bookstore on a whim. One or two books. I read them greedily like a hungry wolf. Suddenly, I was surprised to find a beautiful composition book. I wanted to buy it and go home to have a good taste. Ah! It's broken. I have no money in my pocket. What should I do? Suddenly, it occurred to me that Lin Haiyin, a great writer, had read it. Why can't I? I hid the book in my clothes, covered my stomach and tried to sneak out. "Little friend, you haven't paid yet." "I haven't bought a book." Suddenly, I was nervous and dropped the book out. My aunt angrily took me to the security room. I was so scared that I could not stand steadily. I felt like a rabbit in my heart. I really wanted to find a crack in the ground. Looking at the stern eyes of the two security guards and the administrator, I wondered: would they hit me? Will I find my parents? One question after another appears in my mind. At this time, the bookstore owner came in, and I dared not look up. "Children, why did you steal books?" The boss and Yan (reprinted from Yiku. com) This is my unforgettable "secretary of theft". Wang Ruotong, Experimental Primary School of Wulian County, Shandong Province, can visit Yiku. com（

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Look for the best angle to write a high score composition

Discover the ingenuity of the proposition, choose a unique angle, show the uniqueness of thinking, and achieve a refreshing writing effect, which is the ideal state that every candidate wants to achieve in the examination room. However, why some candidates can express the content of their compositions from a new perspective, while others are always writing stereotyped compositions like stale rice. Is this just because of the difference in composition level? In fact, the difference in language expression between excellent and mediocre composition papers is not very obvious. The obvious difference is the level and method of thinking. The former is sharp, the latter is dull; The former can find the best performance angle, while the latter can only write general compositions from a general angle, even from the same angle as many people. How can such a mediocre composition not cause the tiredness of the marking teacher?

This article will help you to develop a pair of sharp eyes, to discover novel content, to find the angle that can best express your thoughts and feelings, to first appreciate the wonderful scenery of "the prophet of the ducks in the spring river", and to win the applause of the marking teacher!

1、 Turn wide into narrow

Some topics are too broad to grasp. For this kind of topic, we can use the method of adding factors, that is, add new factors on the basis of the original topic to make the theme exposed and make it easier. For example, the topic of "frustration" is relatively broad, and we can add some new factors before or after "frustration" to make our intention clear. There are three forms of adding factors: 1. Post adding factor method: frustration, decadence and prosperity; Frustration is the whetstone of success; Defensive defense; Association of setbacks, etc. 2. Pre - factor method: self-confidence can overcome setbacks; Thank for setbacks; Setbacks that bully the soft and fear the hard, etc. 3. The method of adding factors before and after: struggling in frustration; Grow up in frustration; Write life in frustration, etc. In this way, the meaning of the topic is obvious.

2、 Turn shallow into deep

For example, the topic "I have grown up" is a broad composition topic, and no one will have difficulty in obtaining materials. It seems that it is too shallow, but in fact, the key to this topic is the understanding of "growing up". If you think that the meaning of "growing up" is just physiological and physical changes, or you have learned some life skills, can take care of yourself, become more daring, or can deal with other people's bullying, etc., then this understanding is very shallow, and the articles you write will not be up to grade in terms of material selection. If we can make sense of things, write about the pursuit, yearning, trouble and confusion of junior high school students at the age of flowering from different perspectives, as well as their preliminary understanding of life, and write about the various sense of responsibility in life has already appeared in our hearts, then this kind of thinking is to accurately grasp the meaning of the topic.

3、 Turn Facts into Voids

Such as writing on the topic of "scenery". To write this topic well, we should broaden our thinking and turn reality into fiction. Landscape

It refers not only to the natural environment, but also to beautiful people and things. For example, the scenery in life can be seen everywhere; Seeking knowledge on campus is a poetic landscape; Feeling family affection in the family is a landscape full of warmth; A new and healthy climate in society is a colorful landscape; There will also be a kind of scenery in a person's meditation consciousness... After seriously thinking about this kind of "new scenery", we will obviously be much more clever in thinking about our own articles.

4、 Break up into parts

There is a kind of composition proposition that the material is given first and then the topic is given, so you must first "read" and then "write". As an argumentation, it can be a material composition, but as a narrative, it sometimes only implies an angle of composition or the direction of composition, or the central idea that requires performance. Please take a look at the following composition question: "The world is full of colorful sunshine, life, and beautiful yearning. Every step on the way to the ideal climb is playing the music of pain and music." According to the meaning of this little poem, write an article of no less than 600 words with "Climbing" as the title, which is not limited to any style except poetry. " For this topic, no matter what style of writing you write, I'm afraid you should pay attention to the words "pain and happiness", which is the "direction" implied in the material. Therefore, you must first read the material, break it into parts, and then "examine" the key points implied in the material.

5、 Ripen to live

Some seemingly familiar topics, such as "beauty is in after-school", have a lot to learn from. In fact, this topic has a "puzzle point", which is on the word "beauty". If you don't pay attention to it, you will ignore the appreciation of the word "beauty" because you feel that the topic is familiar. Since the word "beauty" is not grasped, we will write "colorful after-school", "fun after-school", "interesting after-school", "lively after-school" and so on, but the word "beauty" is not highlighted. Remember, no matter how complicated the form of a composition is, your eyes should always be fixed on its topic. Don't get excited about a familiar topic. Don't think it is the "original topic" you have done. You should still examine the topic carefully and comprehensively.

6、 Metaplasia to ripeness

First look at the test questions: hundreds of years ago, a wise old king called together wise officials and assigned a task: to compile a "wisdom book of all ages" to pass on to his descendants. The wise minister worked for a long time and completed a twelve volume masterpiece. After reading the book, the king thought it was too thick and asked his officials to condense it. After several deletions, it is condensed into a book. The king also thought it was too long. The wise minister condensed one book into a chapter, another chapter into a page, another page into a paragraph, and finally a paragraph into a sentence. The king was very satisfied and said: "This is the crystallization of wisdom of all ages. Once people know this truth, most of the problems we worry about can be solved

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And Mr. Lu Xun. In fact, it has nothing to do with them.

The first feeling after reading a book is beauty and kindness. Lizel was born without a father. Her younger brother died on the train and later separated from her mother. But luckily, she went to Morsin. She has the love to accompany her when she is afraid, to teach her to read to her, to play the piano, to love her father, to love her mother, to pick up books for her in the cold river, to win gold medals for her, to accompany her to throw bread to Jews, to steal apples, to steal books, to love her Rudy, to have Max, to give her book friends, to have a very kind mayor's wife, Open the window and wait for her to steal books, and prepare food for her to steal. Even when the whole street died, she was still alive. She really felt that God cared for her.

From the Tomb Digger's Manual, book by book, she grew up and gave her strength. The power of words is special. Their detestable leader deceived them with words and killed many Jews and civilians with words. Finally, quote a passage from the book.

I would like to say that I often overestimate and underestimate human beings, but seldom measure them correctly. I want to ask her, how can human beings be so ugly and beautiful, and why can their words destroy everything and shine brightly?

This problem needs to be considered, and it needs constant and long-term thinking.

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The author is very good at telling stories. Even I, a person who said two days ago that he preferred prose and never read a novel completely, was hung up by his heart from the day I started reading it. The author narrates from the third person perspective of the god of death, but conveys the emotion very well, simply bringing out the turbulent life of ordinary German people in the context of World War II, and the framework of the persecution of Jews. At the early stage, I was very distressed by Max, and I didn't feel so special about the fight against racial discrimination in the world until I saw Max. Just because the authorities were greedy, the whole race was destroyed.

I am also German. Why can I only live underground? I am eager for sunshine. When I saw it, I felt so sad. The end was also very heartbreaking, and the last two chapters were almost finished crying. Tragedy is really the destruction of the most beautiful things for you to see. There are people piled up as high as a mountain in the ruins. The little sows say goodbye one by one. They think of the Wenchuan earthquake in those years, when the natural disaster happened, it was such a scene, but it was a man-made disaster. The lemon yellow hair jumped into the waist high cold river just to chase a book, smiled and said that I love the boy who gave me a kiss. It can only be said that this is the tragedy of the times. In the war years, everyone is a tragedy. Words can be used as a weapon to destroy the world by those in power, and can also support those who still have a little desire to survive through the most difficult days. Just hope that the world will be peaceful and there will be no war.

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"Tell the truth: people will die."

The book thief begins with such a cold tone. This is a novel about Nazi Germany written by an Australian writer. It is a story about death, humanity, love and war.

The story takes place in the war ridden Germany. The father of the 9-year-old girl Lissel was arrested by the Gestapo as a "communist", and her biological mother, who could not bear the double burden of life and politics, was forced to send her and her seriously ill brother to a foster family in the suburbs of Munich. On the way, the poor brother was taken away by the god of death, and soon the birth mother also disappeared. As a result, the roaring train, the cold cemetery, and the sad face of her mother became a nightmare that little Liselle could not forget all her life.

Like Cosette in Les Miserables, Liselle is a little girl with many ill fates. When I read that this nine year old girl watched her little brother die on the train, saw her and her mother get off at a cold station, buried him quietly in the snow, and saw the separation against the background of the cold winter... My heart felt a kind of bone chilling and bone chilling sadness: how could people be trampled by fate to such an extent?

Liselle's foster family is located in a Munich neighborhood called "Paradise". It sounds beautiful, but it is actually a poor slum. Liselle sleeps every night with the Grave Digger's Manual in her arms. Although the adoptive father is not as strong and perfect as Jean Valjean, he is not lack of kindness. In order to help the little girl sleep, he read and explained this handbook to Liselle every night and began to teach her to read. In the dead of night, father and daughter were sitting in the fighting room. The adoptive father said that after my death, you should bury me with the correct method taught in this book. The little girl nodded gravely. These details let me read the rising light of human nature in the cold season, and the most tragic props can also serve as handrails for people who are warm in heart. There is nothing in this world that can despair people who don't want to despair!

Liselle did not learn to bury the corpse, but in front of the cruel fate, she became the gravedigger of the ruthless world. Although life was hard and she was short of food and clothing, she found something more precious than food - words, and became obsessed with the carrier of words - books. She began to steal books. Words helped Liselle transcend suffering, not only that, but also spread comfort. She read aloud to the Jews hiding in the basement and told stories to the neighbors to avoid the air raid, which comforted many people's uneasy hearts and changed their crude temperament. The girl walking in the cold winter is not only making spring for herself, but also for others and the world.

In the cruel and absurd era atmosphere of Nazi Germany, it can show the persistence of good, loyalty, morality and all other good qualities. The book thief filled the most tragic moment with tenderness, and this ubiquitous warmth made me cry. I can't help thinking of another Oscar winning film, Beautiful Life. That strange and warm game was also the most beautiful flower in bloom in that cruel age. I suddenly understand why there is often a saying in the Nobel Prize for Literature awarding speech: face the bleak life with a smile.

I believe that warmth can resist the cruelty of the world, and the flexibility of the heart can overcome all external toughness. Although death has a cold name, love makes life full of warmth and strength.

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The Book Thieves is the first Australian literary work I read, and the author of this book can be regarded as the only Australian author I know, but it is still a work I love very much. Perhaps this is the charm of Australia. The narrator of the story, I think, is the creature we call "the god of death". This "god of death" peeped into the tragic life of a girl named Lissel during World War II. The war took away Liselle's biological parents, brother, foster parents and friends, but she still survived. Perhaps reading gave her the last glimmer of hope when she was in the most difficult time. The first highlight of this book is that it describes a war as the god of death. It is absolutely objective, but it is also the closest to death. It should also be the best understanding of the meaning of death for human beings. The author's unusual concealment of the climax of the plot in the prologue is refreshing. "Faith, doubt, disappointment" is the emotional change of Liselle, a German girl, during the war. Through a series of changes in these changes, the author vividly shows the harm of war to human beings. In addition to the affirmation of the author's writing, conception and purpose, one of the biggest questions left by this book for me is "Why did Liselle want to steal books in that turbulent era?" I still remember that Liselle stole the Gravedigger's Manual after her brother's funeral for the first time, Her reason was just to see if the grave digger buried his brother according to the regulations; Then she stole a book written by Jews from the German army because she wanted to see what the Jews had done wrong. With the deepening of reading, she became suspicious of the German army for her constant exploration of truth, because she found truth and wisdom in reading. In the last scene, Liselle escaped the air raid because she was reading in the basement and became the only survivor. I wonder if the author wants to tell the readers that only truth can bring relief? Songjiang No. 1 Middle School No. 1 High School No. 1 (3)

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"What time is it? Don't go to bed!" I don't know when my mother stood in front of me in a ferocious manner. My lovely book was miserable again. I had to close my eyes and sleep, but the question "Why did Holmes decide that the woman killed someone?" tormented me. No, I want to have the best of both worlds. I can steal the book first. When my mother comes, I will hide the book in the quilt and pretend to sleep. I went to my mother's room quietly, and soon my mother fell asleep again. I have searched every possible book collection place in my mother's room, but I can't find it anywhere. "Mom can't be so hard to find from my room to her room, and I keep looking at her when she takes my book, so it may still be in my room." I learned from Holmes and speculated carefully. "Sherlock Holmes, come out quickly..." As soon as I turned around, "Sherlock Holmes" was lying on my bookcase. It was really hard to find anything.

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At last, I can read quietly. Tonight is really full of twists and turns.

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Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Shakespeare said: "Books are the nutrition of the world." The poet Chen Shou said: "One day without books, everything is deserted."!

When my mother saw that I was out and there was nothing to do, she told me: "Go to bed quickly. Mom goes to the toilet. Remember, don't peek at books!" Then she went into the toilet.

Mother said: "What's the matter? You said you had diarrhea? Why is there a book next to the toilet?" I hesitated, "Because... because... I... I was reading books in the toilet."

Mother said angrily: "This book can be read at any time. Do you need to do this? I have confiscated this book!" After saying that, mother took my book into the room.

When I got the book, it was like a treasure. I held it in my hand, walked back to my room, opened the book again, and read it carefully. ( )

I don't know how long later, I felt my eyelids a little heavy, and suddenly looked up, and found that it was two o'clock in the morning. I closed the book and fell asleep happily.

This is the story of me and the book, isn't it very interesting? Would you like to share your interesting stories about reading with me?

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I got up and got out of bed. I opened the door gently and looked around. I only saw that my father was enjoying watching the football match. Ha, God helps me. I lie down and try to move forward with low body. Dad hasn't found me yet. Suddenly something fell on my head. I grabbed it and almost vomited it out. It was my father's smelly socks. I was really drunk. I threw the smelly socks aside and continued to search for my book. As soon as I raised my head, there was a loud noise, and there was a pain in my head. It turned out that the chair was knocked out by me. I looked at my father nervously, but he didn't hear anything. He still shouted, "Come on! Come on!" I took a deep breath, and saw the book in front of me, I stood up quietly and was about to pick up a book to run away. Suddenly, I heard my father's cry, "Fool!" Can't I be found? I took a furtive look at my father. It turned out that he was scolding the players on TV. It was a false alarm. Ha ha, the book is here, slip away!

I rushed to the room and read!

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People gathered around the old man. The little girl sitting next to the old man was Liselle. But the old man did not expect that Liselle would "take over" his position one day soon.

A crisp and bright child voice! "Once upon a time there was the ghost of a boy". Liselle's voice trembled slightly. People are talking about "who is speaking?", but they quickly respond to "stop arguing, she is telling a story!" These comments are obviously excited with joy. Liselle is learning from her adoptive father and slowly telling stories to people. Her voice was like a ray of bright sunshine shining into the small air raid shelter. People's hearts settled down and gradually fell asleep. At this time, Liselle's story is over

I just intercepted a few small fragments to understand the film. There are many pictures in it, and the small space is not enough.