The Pilgrim's-Progress

Books are our bosom friends. When I take a shower in the bright sunshine, open a book on my knee, smell the ink fragrance on the paper, put a glass of water beside it, and listen to the wonderful voice of the naughty wind doll blowing the pages, my heart is full of happiness. When I am lonely, books accompany me and make me feel warm; When I am sad, books make me happy and make me feel how interesting the world is.