假如书是一片海洋，那么，我就是一条小鱼；假如书是一片森林，那么，我就是一只小白兔；假如书是一片蔚蓝的天空，那么，我就是一只小鸟……
If books were an ocean, then I would be a small fish; If books were a forest, then I would be a little white rabbit; If books were a blue sky, then I would be a little bird; …
——题记
— — Preface
悠悠时光中，书，犹如清泉，荡涤着我的心田；淡淡回忆，充实了我美好的生活。
In the leisurely passage of time, books are like clear springs, cleansing my heart; Light memories have enriched my wonderful life.
喜欢读书是从孩提时代开始的。当时，是因为她，一个灵魂的导师，引领我步入书籍的殿堂。
My love for reading began in my childhood. At that time, it was because of her, a soulful mentor, who led me into the temple of books.
依稀记得，那时稚嫩的脸庞，渴求知识的双眼。她，一个灵慧的女子，读懂了我。有一次，她带回了许多色彩斑斓的纸张，细细的读给我听，我懵懵懂懂，却不觉入了迷，后来我才知道，这是“书”，多么有魔力的东西，多么令人痴迷。我缠着她讲给我听，从早晨一直到布满星星的夜空。她也不烦我，耐心的一次又一次讲给我这个调皮的小精灵听。我常常就在这轻声细语中缓缓入睡，梦中依然对书恋恋不舍。
I vaguely remember the immature face and the eyes thirsty for knowledge at that time. She, a wise woman, understood me. Once, she brought back many colorful papers and read them carefully to me. I was confused and lost in them, but later I realized that this was; Book” What a magical thing, how addictive. I kept pestering her to tell me, from morning till the starry night sky. She doesn't bother me either, patiently telling me this mischievous little elf over and over again. I often fall asleep slowly in these soft whispers, still reluctant to part with books in my dreams.
正是因为她——我的母亲，我爱上了读书。
It is precisely because of her -; — My mother, I have fallen in love with reading.
就这样，我爱书的心越来越急切。我不再满足于她的讲述。我刚认字，学会拼音，便整天泡在书堆里，还弄出了许多笑话。
So, my love for books became increasingly urgent. I am no longer satisfied with her narration. I just learned how to read Chinese characters and pinyin, so I spent all day immersed in books and even made many jokes.
记得有一次，我正在津津有味的读着书，妈妈让我去买酱油，我口里应着，可是屁股却纹丝不动。妈妈见我好久未动，生气了，我只好一步三回头的离开我心爱的书。到了商店后，我突然意识到，我忘了妈妈让我买什么了，于是我买了一袋盐。回到家后，妈妈哭笑不得：“我让你买的是酱油啊！”我只好又跑回商店，买了一袋酱油。回到家里又津津有味的读了起来，好像什么事情都没发生过一样。想到这里，我又想起一个笑话。有一个人去图书馆还书。管理员说：“这本书怎么破破烂烂的？”还书的人说：“杜甫说过‘读书破万卷’。”管理员又问：“书怎么少了俩页？”还书的人说：“高尔基说过‘看一本书就像一个人扑在面包上’，那两页被我吃掉了！”，爱看书的人总是这么痴迷。
I remember once, while I was engrossed in reading a book, my mother asked me to buy soy sauce. I responded with my mouth, but my butt remained motionless. My mother got angry when she saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, so I had to turn around and leave my beloved book step by step. After arriving at the store, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten what my mother asked me to buy, so I bought a bag of salt. After returning home, my mother couldn't help but laugh or cry:; What I asked you to buy is soy sauce! ” I had to run back to the store and buy a bag of soy sauce. I returned home and started reading with great interest, as if nothing had happened. Thinking of this, I remember another joke. Someone went to the library to return a book. The administrator said: "; How did this book become so tattered? ” The person who returned the book said: '; Du Fu once said, '...'; Read over ten thousand books;. ” The administrator asked again: "; Why is the book missing two pages? ” The person who returned the book said: '; Gorky once said; Reading a book is like a person throwing themselves on bread; I ate those two pages! ” People who love reading are always so obsessed.
如果我是一个画家，我一定会用红黄蓝绿青靛紫绘出读书的丰富与美好。
If I were a painter, I would definitely use red, yellow, blue, green, indigo, and purple to depict the richness and beauty of reading.
如果我是一个作曲家，我一定会用优美的旋律谱出读书的兴奋与欢喜。
If I were a composer, I would definitely compose the excitement and joy of reading with beautiful melodies.
如果我是一个雕刻家，我一定会用手中的刻刀刻出读书的深刻与厚重。
If I were a sculptor, I would definitely use the carving knife in my hand to carve the depth and weight of reading.
读书就是这样，有喜有忧，有笑有泪，有甜有苦，有酸有辣，这就是读书的乐趣。
Reading is like this, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, sweetness and bitterness, sourness and spiciness. This is the joy of reading.