“书犹药也，善读之可以医愚。”的确，书如导师，如萍水相逢的伙伴，也亦如知己。转眼间，它竟陪伴了我的十四个春秋。
Books are like medicine, good reading can cure ignorance. Indeed, books are like mentors, like friends we meet by chance, and also like confidants. In the blink of an eye, it has accompanied me for fourteen years.
每每有空闲时间，我便会倚在阳台边上，手捧一本书静静地读，闻着书的香气，享受书籍带给我的美好享受。
Whenever I have free time, I lean against the balcony, holding a book in my hand and quietly reading it, smelling the fragrance of the book and enjoying the wonderful pleasure it brings me.
与书相伴，好比闯入了一扇扇门外所领略的风景。书页翻过，便流转百年时光。我闻着两岸的豆麦和河底里水草所散发出来的清香，满心欢喜与鲁迅驾船看社戏。翻阅一篇篇文言文，我为卖炭翁的悲惨遭遇倍感愤恨，我又与渔夫探寻世外桃源，我看到那里“黄发垂髫，并怡然自乐”的幸福生活。吟一首小诗，来到陶渊明采菊的东篱边，南山背负着雾霭升腾的暮色，我看到了乱世的隐者神情淡然地感悟人生的真意。书只是静静地躺在书桌上，可是书中的人物总在你打开书的那一刻，跳脱起来，拉我走进跌宕起伏、动人心弦的美妙世界，让我无法自拔。自此，书中的喜怒哀乐盈满心间。
Accompanying books is like stepping into the scenery outside one door to appreciate. When the pages are turned over, a hundred years of time flow. I smelled the fragrant aroma of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and the aquatic plants in the riverbed, and was filled with joy as I sailed with Lu Xun to watch social dramas. Flipping through classical Chinese texts, I feel deeply resentful about the tragic experience of the charcoal seller. I also explore a paradise with fishermen, where I see a happy life of "yellow hair falling and enjoying itself". Reciting a short poem, I arrived at the eastern fence where Tao Yuanming was picking chrysanthemums. The southern mountain was burdened with the rising mist of dusk, and I saw the reclusive expression of the chaotic world calmly comprehending the true meaning of life. The book just lies quietly on the desk, but the characters in the book always jump up and take me into a wonderful world of ups and downs, touching my heart, at the moment you open the book, making me unable to extricate myself. From then on, the joy, anger, sadness, and happiness in the book filled my heart.
与书相伴，好比浸润人世间的真善美中。我与史铁生在北海相遇，听他眼含热泪诉说命运的故事；我随朱自清散步，路过人声喧嚣的站台，为父亲艰难攀爬的背影洒下一掬感动的热泪；我牵着海伦凯勒的手，陪伴她感受一草一木皆是何样。书中的故事，书中的灵魂，读着，读着，书和我就融为一体，书成为我睡觉的床、精神食粮，甚至于胜过一切。
Accompanying books is like immersing oneself in the world of truth, goodness, beauty, and beauty. I met Shi Tiesheng in Beihai and listened to his tearful stories of fate; I took a walk with Zhu Ziqing, passing by the noisy platform and shedding a handful of touching tears for my father's difficult climb back; I held Helen Keller's hand and accompanied her to experience what every blade of grass and every tree is like. The story in the book, the soul in the book, as I read, the book and I merge into one. The book becomes my bed, my spiritual nourishment, and even surpasses everything else.
与书为伴，就好比串门。我可以随时拜谒钦佩的老师或有名的学者，喜欢就恭恭敬敬地聆听教诲，不喜欢就可以随时抽身退场，这是书带给我的难得自由。
Accompanying books is like visiting a door. I can pay respects to admired teachers or renowned scholars at any time, listen respectfully to their teachings if I like, and withdraw at any time if I don't. This is the rare freedom that books bring me.
书中也许没有黄金屋，没有颜如玉，但在没有生命力的纸张中，我却能真切地听到古人向我娓娓道来，邀请我来一场精彩的探险之旅。倘若没有书，朋友啊，试着想想，生活该多么地索然无味啊！怪不得犹太人让孩子们亲吻涂有蜂蜜的书本，是让他们记住，书本是甜的，要让甜蜜充满人生，就要读书。
There may not be a golden house or a beautiful face in the book, but in the lifeless paper, I can truly hear the ancients telling me and inviting me on an exciting adventure. If there were no books, my friend, try to imagine how dull life would be! No wonder Jews let children kiss books coated with honey to remember that books are sweet, and to fill life with sweetness, one must read.
书是粮，填满我们空虚的心灵；书是灯，照亮我们前进的路；书是垫脚石，让我们登上更高的山，同学们，读书是一门艺术，让我们捧起书，让我们的一生因书而绚丽多彩吧！
Books are food, filling our empty hearts; Books are lamps, illuminating our path forward; Books are stepping stones that allow us to climb higher mountains. Classmates, reading is an art. Let us hold up books and make our lives colorful because of them!