读书,是“蓦然回首,那人却在灯火阑珊处”。写作,是“独上高楼,望尽天涯路”。读书与写作,就这样悄无声息地伴随着我长大。孩提时代:初入文学殿堂当我还小的时候,我也和其他孩子一样喜欢追逐院子里惊慌逃窜的蜻蜓,喜欢扑打漫天飞舞的五彩泡泡,喜欢观看墙头的老猫慢条斯理地舔着自己的皮毛。但是妈妈却让我安安静静地坐下认字。那时的我百般不情愿,妈妈只好用读故事的方式吸引我。渐渐地,这些精彩纷呈 Reading, is “Suddenly look back, that person is in the dim light ”. Writing, is “alone on the high floor, hope to make ends meet ”. Reading and writing, so quietly accompanied me to grow up. Childhood: Into the Literary Palace When I was young, I also like other children like to chase dragonflies fleeing the panic in the yard, like to beat the colorful bubbles flying, like to watch the wall of the cat slowly licking their own fur. But Mom let me sit quietly and read. I was reluctant at that time, my mother had to use the story to attract me. Gradually, these colorful