Reading | Reading looks

Author:Banyue talk about new media Time:2022.08.31

Many times have observed how the two children in the family look like when they are reading.

The larger one is already a high school student. He likes to sit in front of the desk and read books. The books are on the table. She always turned her left hand, and subconsciously used her right hand to roll around her cheeks. Seeing the interesting part, her lips were tickled, and sometimes they laughed. That laughter was brisk and brief.

At the beginning, she was sitting straight, but looking at it, her waist and back would collapse gently, showing a obvious arc. Remind her, she would sit straight, but she would fall lightly without a moment.

She likes to read nature and science fiction books, and occasionally watch a few emotional prose stories she likes she likes this age. However, it is the previous category that can make her obsessed with it. The posture of her reading is not correct, but I don't bear it to disturb her addiction in the name of reminders.

The small one is a naughty boy who only reads the second grade of elementary school and has limited literacy. It is nothing more than the must -read extra -curricular books and fairy tales required by some schools.

The posture of his reading was also full of tricks, basically he couldn't sit in front of the table. Sometimes he spread the book on the sofa, kneeling on the ground to see; when he entered God, he bent his body, and his head could not be buried in the book.

Sometimes, he will curl up like a small animal on the corner of the sofa and stretch the book on his knees. Occasionally, Erlang's legs, the two short legs are overlapping with a shake, will the words on the book not jump? stand up.

He also liked to lie on the bed, and his legs were erected in the air; when he was happy, he would roll with a smile on the bed, and almost rolled to the bed several times.

The adults did not deliberately ask him to read the posture, and felt that he was very good at reading at this age. When he is a little bigger, he will naturally adjust his posture that is more suitable for his own.

Just like myself.

I also like to read books as when he was so big, but there were too few books that I could get at that time. As long as I got it, I would have to read it in one breath, and the posture of disobedience was not careless.

Holding the book in my hand, sitting, standing, lying down, lying on my stomach, looking at the bus on the bus on the bicycle of my father, I can't look at it if I walk on the road ... Read the page.

My mother also said that I did not read a book. It is strange to say that reading the book like that is not bad, and it is not until adulthood that slight myopia appears for various reasons.

After adulthood, my reading posture has gradually become a habit -either sitting in front of the table during the day, spreading the book on the desktop rules; Look.

Next to you, you must have a bookmark and a thin pens. Bookmarks are used to separate pens and pens, and the ripple lines are drawn under the favorite sentence.

After reading a book, I will revisit the part of the drawing line again. Those who like it will be copied in the prepared notebook. Reading in mobile phone reading software today will still draw a line under the favorite sentence, and then copy it.

Over the years, children who often encounter "Lai" in the bookstore who are reading in it. Some of them are sitting on the floor under the bookshelf, and some of them are kneeling in front of the booth of books. joy.

My favorite is those real readers in the library. They sat quietly, abandoning everything around, and a person who had sincerely dialogue with a book, as if he lived again in the time in the book. The quiet and sincere posture is particularly charming.

I remember going out in winter and insomnia on the train at night, so I got up and walked away. When passing by the two cars, he suddenly saw a teenager sitting in the door where the door was narrowed and read a book with light.

The young man was fifteen or six years old, with a thin figure and a beautiful face. The slender legs were bent, and the book stalls on the knee, because I saw it, and I didn't notice my passing.

The wheels rubbed the rails and made a rumbling sound. Far away from the window, the faint lights flashed ... The night felt that the night was so beautiful.