夜深人静,窗外灯火阑珊,屋内静谧安宁。守一盏孤灯,捧书在手,白天的喧嚣纷杂渐渐褪去颜色,生活中的烦恼压力慢慢消弭脑后,指尖轻轻划过书页,一缕墨香跃然纸上,深深沁入心田。书,于我是一生的陪伴。无法忘记第一次从老师手中领取书本的那种虔诚,埋下头去,轻触那缕墨香,紧紧抱它在怀,像是怀揣了一个甜蜜的梦。回到家,把书本交给奶奶,奶奶将泛着硫磺味的牛皮纸剪成比书大些的长方形,对折后 In the dead of night, the lights outside the window, the house quiet and tranquil. Keep a solitary light, holding books in hand, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually fade colors, the pressure of worry in life slowly disappear, the fingertips gently across the page, a ray of ink vividly, deeply into the heart . Book, in my life’s companionship. Can not forget the first prayers from the teacher to receive books, buried his head, touch the ray of ink, hold it tightly, like carrying a sweet dream. Back home, the book to my grandmother, grandmother will be glowing sulfur kraft paper cut into a larger rectangle than the book, after the fold