My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

There is a seven-square-meter study at

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

There is a seven-square-meter study at home, which is my paradise. Whenever I am immersed in my study, I can always experience a different life and feel all kinds of strange worlds.

In the corner of the study is my piano. Whenever I play the piano, I walk into the hall of music, and my heart gallops with the music in this hall. For a while, it is a trickle, the spring is jingling, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant; In a short time, the sea was rough and stormy, which made people jumpy and suffocated; After a while, the rain stopped and the grass stuck its head out in the wind and flourished.

Go out of the piano hall, look for Laura and her family in the "log cabin on the grassland" and feel the magnificence of "the sky is grey and wild, the wind blows low and the cattle and sheep are low" on the grassland. My favorite is their dog Jack, who can swim in the rushing river by himself and find Laura's family again through separation. Jack is so clever! Unfortunately, I don't have a dog at home, so I can only go there to see Jack and touch Jack's head to fill my love for dogs.

Walking out of the grassland, I remembered my other friend, Kalana, who was alone in the "Blue Dolphin Island". I have to stay with her. I walked into the "Blue Dolphin Island", walked on the golden beach with her, put my feet in the sea and felt the breath of the sea; We fished together, made a fire in his cave, picked up branches and roasted the fish on the fire. The original fish makes me eat with relish and enjoy it!

In my paradise, my favorite thing is to travel around the world with my idol the Monkey King. Play with him in Huaguoshan when you are happy; When angry, accompany him to the Lingxiao Hall to play; When I was hungry, I went to Tao Pan's grand banquet to eat and drink, and I stole the old man's elixir of life. If you're bored, go to slay the demon and get rid of it, and take it out on the monster. This is the life I want!

"Have a meal!" My mother let out a cry, and I was struck by lightning and pulled out from my previous visit. I walked out of the study and washed my hands for dinner.

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

Presumably everyone has a paradise of their own! I also have my own heaven. Today, I will take you into my small bookstore in Little Paradise.

Every night, when I finish my homework, I go to my little library. Because entering that room is like entering another dream world full of knowledge. I have many friends: the little prince and I appreciate kindness and love, Robinson taught me how to survive on a desert island, and the Monkey King who is not afraid of the devil. I have many teachers: Grandpa Ba Jin took me home, Grandma Bing Xin let me know about nature in the Spring and Autumn Period, Grandpa Cao Wenxuan took me into Yau Ma Tei, and Liu accompanied me to wander the earth. Picking up a complete collection of ancient poems, I seem to have crossed the prosperous Tang Dynasty and sang a song about wine with Li Bai. "Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?" Brother Haoran, "Let's open your window, cross the gardens and fields, and talk about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands." When we met the Anshi Rebellion, we saw Du Fu. "Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is." Here, I feel the joys and sorrows of too many people in the world, and also let me perceive the good, evil, beauty and ugliness in the world. Here, I have a better understanding of myself and am full of infinite reverie about the future.

Tonight the moonlight is like water, and there are stars. After finishing my homework, I came to my small library with great expectation and read Robinson Crusoe with relish, as if I had drifted to a desert island with Robinson. We became good friends, looking for food, hunting and baking bread together. Whenever we encounter difficulties, we will comfort each other, read the Bible together and get spiritual food. Together, we built a house in an empty mountain with a singing bird stream. We struggled together, picked wild fruits together, and dealt with wild animals together ... We met "Friday" in the barbarian's teaching class. Since then, we have another friend. After living on the island for 28 years, we were finally saved and returned to the bustling city. We feel the happiness and warmth of city life. Unconsciously, it was already late at night. Woke up by my mother's soft footsteps, I reluctantly left the small bookstore.

A book is a lamp that illuminates your way forward. When you read it, it will make you crazy, just like a baby sucking its mother's sweet milk and reading a good book, just like having a heart-to-heart conversation with a noble scholar.

My small bookstore is my friend. When I am in trouble, I always come to my small bookstore and pick up a favorite book. The trouble suddenly disappeared. My small bookstore is the "fun" of my childhood and the cradle of my love of learning. My small library, like a magic key, opens the door to my wisdom.

I love my small bookstore, and I love those knowledgeable books. Let's explore together in the ocean of knowledge, and let us become more and more noble!

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

In my small study, there is a seemingly inconspicuous corner, but it is my paradise.

The wall of the study is painted fresh light green, and there are several large floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the wall opposite the door. There is a row of bookshelves one person high next to the window. Under the window, next to the bookshelf is my reading corner, my paradise. Mother spread a soft cotton pad on the floor in the corner, with a square cushion and a big headrest on it. There are pots of green plants, an eye lamp and various books, including history and literature, on the pale yellow bookshelf. The layout of the study is very concise and clear.

I like reading there best, sitting on the square cushion, leaning against the pillow and looking at the pages, which is intoxicating at any time. In spring, outside the window is "wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows." I hold the poems of the four seasons in my hand, and occasionally look up at the boundless city splashed by continuous light rain. The beautiful poems in the book tell me the beautiful scenery of the Tang Dynasty, which makes me imagine the quiet scene of "white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea and spring is in the wild plum river and willow" outside the city. At this time, I appreciate the romantic feelings in the poet's works and the embroidered heart that has come through thousands of years. How beautiful! In summer, outside the window, "the sun is shining, the trees are shaded, cicadas are ringing in my ears, and no one is talking." I quietly watched "Three-body" in my study, imagining the technology and life of "Three-body Civilization" under the caress of cool air conditioning. When you are lucky, you can leisurely chew half a juicy and cold watermelon. The taste is memorable, so comfortable! In autumn, the warm sunshine outside the window unscrupulously drilled through the glass and spilled all over the floor. I read Flowers in the Morning carefully and imagined the fun of spending time in the Herb Garden. The small fragrance of paper, with the sunshine, spread around me, how comfortable it is! In winter, the rapid cold wind carries the window lattice, and the sound of wind and rain is accompanied by the ups and downs of the Water Margin, which makes me excited and nervous. Hungry, full of emotion, I finished reading, and sighed, with endless aftertaste, how exciting!

In my paradise, I read the wisdom of Song Jiang, imagined the three-body technology and the future of mankind, appreciated the magic and charm of magic novels, and realized the subtlety of famous writers' writing techniques and his ideological changes. ...

This is my paradise, where I not only feel the pleasure of reading, but also deeply feel my mother's love for me.

My paradise is 600 words of composition on the first day of the bookstore.

In my small room, there is a separate corner, a chair and hundreds of books. This is my "bookstore", my paradise!

Sit down lazily, open a book, a trace of ink is like a breeze, a little apricot blossom rain hits my face, and a hazy fog is in front of me. Open this curtain, you can see the distant mountains and green waters, birds and flowers.

This is a magical place, just like a fairyland.

You can have many friends in this "magical" place.

Here, you can talk with Liu Bei and Cao Cao about heroes with cooking wine and the general trend of the world. You can climb the snow-capped mountains and experience Pavel Colta's spirit of gold and steel. You can follow Sherlock Holmes to pursue *; You can enjoy green, fat and thin with Li Qingzhao; You can take a walk with Ba Jin. You can also talk to Cao Xueqin. ...

In this "magical" place, you can see many landscapes.

When I read "lavender, a little flower with a faint fragrance, like a petite bird", a large surge of purple appeared in front of my eyes; When I read "I want to wet my skirt, but I don't feel cold in the willow", I feel a kind of wet and warm feeling, as if the willow is pure and the apricot blossom rain haunts my heart; When I read that "the spring breeze doesn't lift the ban on poplar flowers, it's foggy and chaotic", what emerges in front of me is poplar flowers flying all over the sky and a lonely figure …

I learned a lot in this Little Paradise. Sitting in the library, I remembered the eternal quatrain "Go to river of no return and wash away all the waves" and understood the truth of "Don't cry for spilled milk". After the epiphany, looking out of the window, I have a feeling of "waking up in a sad dream, and the setting sun shines deep in the courtyard".

Here, there is no swing, but there is rippling happiness, and there is no kite, but there is joy like the wind.

In this small bookstore, I bear countless joys. I collect the notes of life between the lines. When I open the book, I can always see the flowers in spring and the moon in autumn.