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在我的心中,书,就像一扇扇敞开的窗口,放眼望去,随处都是迷人的风景；书,恰似一层层蔓延的台阶,拾级而上,顿生“会当凌绝顶,一览众山小”的感慨；书,又宛如一条幽静的山径,漫步其间,恍入“采菊东篱下,悠然见南山”的佳境。书,就是清风,就是明月,能使人灵魂变得高贵脱俗,为人变得有品味和优雅。就像一首蒙古族民歌中唱的：鹰飞在天上,影子落在地上。一个人读书多少,终归会
In my heart, the book, like an open window, looks into the sky, everywhere is a charming landscape; book, like a layer of layers of spread of the stairs, up the stairs, Dayton “will be extremely Ling, a glance Small mountains ”feeling; book, but also like a quiet mountain trail, wandering in the meantime, bang into the“ Chrysanthemum Tung Lei, leisurely see the Nanshan ”good environment. Book, is the breeze, is the moon, can make the soul become noble and refined, people become taste and elegance. Like a Mongolian folk song sung: Eagle flying in the sky, the shadow fell to the ground. How much a person studies, will eventually go