旧书的作文优秀4篇

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旧书优秀作文 篇1旧书高考作文 篇2关于旧书作文 篇3旧书作文 篇4

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secondhand book优秀作文 篇1

旧书

secondhand book

看到旧书

secondhand book，首先想到的是破书，但仔细一想，旧未必就破。如千年狐妖，反诱人得很。《聊斋》里的那些穷秀才，没几个逃得出她们的裙摆。我又想到老书，但老书和旧书

secondhand book又不一样，现在不是时兴国学么，大量的老书得以再版，大量老书以新书的面孔出现，即老书又未必就一定旧。

少年时代逛书店，最常光顾的地方是新书专柜，认为那里才能见新作品。可读来读去仅两字：新瓶。现在，每到一个地方，我仍然会逛一下书店，直奔书店的角落，挤进那几乎蒙尘罕迹的柜前，取上一本最旧的书翻看。

When I was a teenager, I often visited the bookstore in the new book counter, where I thought I could see new works. It can be read in two words: new bottle. Now, whenever I go to any place, I still go to the bookstore, go straight to the corner of the bookstore, squeeze into the nearly dusty cabinet, and take the oldest book to read.

可看得多了，又索然无味，仅觉两字：旧酒。因为据说，只有封坛的才是好酒，酒如不封坛存它个百五十年，则不醇。所以，窃以为把旧书

secondhand book比作旧酒是非常高的评价。思及此处，我于是又开始责怪自己：少年时不知珍惜，竟把老祖宗留下的旧书

secondhand book当成草纸，揉擦扔弃……我甚至想，如果当初懂得珍惜，自己或许已是“国学大师”了。看来，草纸未必就不值钱，至少是有很大的机会成本。

为了挽回把旧书

secondhand book当成是草纸的损失，我于是开始培养自己的另一个陋习：于草纸中找旧书

secondhand book。很庆幸，我的运气还真是不错，什么国语读本，什么规，什么戒，什么奇，什么异，通通都被我翻出来了。可是，翻去覆来，除了爱莫能助，我什么都没有读出。无语。

记得小时候村里有位老妪，每到傍晚的时候总会站在村头的田埂上用晦涩的古语骂街，我当时很是不解她究竟在怨恨什么？ 而立之年后，我终于醒悟，那位活了90多岁的老妪其实也是一本旧书

secondhand book，当她好不容易熬成了一本旧书

secondhand book，希望别人去认真读她的时候，却已没有人愿意再读她。不久，老妪逝去，我却于葬礼上的哭呵之声中又听到了晚辈后人们的悔悟之心，当时我也是其中之一，因此又觉得自己又一次失去了成为“国学大师”的机会。

思之及此我才明悟，我们芸芸又何尝不都在去往旧书

secondhand book的过程？且不说多么惊艳花前的玉容芳华都终将老去，即便是那经年苍柏的翠枝上，条条纹路，又哪处不折射出岁月的无情。

旧书高考作文 篇2

旧，是个哀伤的字。正如它的结构——一日被一墙阻隔，我的记忆被时光阻隔，它徒留下幻影，昔日已是可望而不可及的了。“旧”于是危险，因为我无法判断它是否真实。纪伯伦说：“诗人用云雾塑成形象，他也是废墟中捏弄残灰的王。

Old is a sad word. Just as its structure is blocked by a wall every day, my memory is blocked by time, and it only leaves a phantom, which is beyond our reach in the past. "Old" is dangerous because I can't judge whether it is true. Gibran said: "The poet uses clouds and fog to form an image. He is also the king who kneads the ashes in the ruins.

”云雾与残灰，区别于何方？书与旧是同一的——书承载着旧的重量，旧编织了书的涵养。曾经听人说起他最爱的书，我便在脑隙中搜寻我的最爱——是柏氏的《理想国》，还是尼采的《查氏如是说》？是托氏的《魔戒》，还是疯叔叔的《麦田里的守望者》？我费尽心机地拿它们来比较，落得一场空。用哪种度量衡评判？一千种眼光有一千种哈姆莱特，我不忍心为一枝独秀的奇葩而放弃九百九十九朵“略逊”的花啊。

”What is the difference between cloud and residual ash? Books and the old are the same - books bear the weight of the old, and the old weave the self-restraint of books. Once I heard about his favorite book, I searched my brain for my favorite book - The Republic by Berlusconi, or The Tale of Charles by Nietzsche? The Lord of the Rings by Todd, or the Catcher in the Rye by Uncle Crazy? I tried my best to compare them and failed. What kind of measurement is used to judge? There are a thousand kinds of Hamlet in a thousand kinds of eyes. I can't bear to give up 999 "slightly inferior" flowers for a unique flower.

书于我是等价的，因我太贪婪，见不得一丁点儿损失。书都是旧的，而旧的东西都是要仰赖想象的，所以我爱书。书给我自由，使我不必拘束于现实的镣铐而能够带着镣铐起舞。在旧书中，我得以膜拜赫拉克利特隽永的残篇，也得以为唐吉诃德的癫狂咏叹，也抛泪于百年前的瓦尔登湖畔，也为饥肠辘辘的佛罗多煮一锅野菜。且不说物质与精神哪一个更值得珍藏，单就“存在了的必定有理”讲，存在了千年或许甚至万年的旧书也必定有不可被蔑视的军功章啊。它也必定再次受命为人类在时光的疆场上冲锋陷阵以求取荣耀。但旧书却不是所谓“功利”的，如若非要“功利”，那么书顶多只是个人精神的食粮。

Books are equivalent to me, because I am too greedy to see any loss. Books are old, and old things depend on imagination, so I love books. Books give me freedom, so that I can dance with shackles without being bound by the shackles of reality. In the old book, I was able to worship the meaningful fragments of Heraclitus, and I had to think of Don Quixote's crazy chant, shed tears on the Walden Lake a hundred years ago, and cooked a pot of wild vegetables for the hungry Frodo. Not to mention which one is more worthy of collection, just "what exists must be reasonable". Old books that have existed for thousands of years, perhaps even thousands of years, must also have military achievements that cannot be despised. It is also bound to be once again charged with fighting for glory in the field of time for human beings. However, old books are not so-called "utilitarian". If it is not for "utilitarian", then books are only food for personal spirit at most.

毕竟书只是个人的事啊。“焚书坑儒”已让国人痛恨了两千年。不为人道的是，秦始皇帝既是焚书者又是作者兼出版商。他用火烧尽一个时代积累下来的精神，把多愁善感的儒生的想象空间变作蘸含着血泪的焦土。同时，他也用篆体写下了他的书。后来，始皇帝将他的书出版在广袤的时空里。再后来，中华文明无奈地购买了这书——因货架上只有它。中国一次次地修订它，把它列为“华夏子孙必读书目”之一了。

After all, books are just personal things. "Burning books to pit scholars" has been hated by Chinese people for 2000 years. Unhumanely, Emperor Qin Shihuang was both a book burner and an author and publisher. He burned up the spirit accumulated in an era, turning the sentimental Confucian imagination into scorched earth dipped in blood and tears. At the same time, he also wrote his book in seal script. Later, Shi Emperor published his book in the vast space and time. Later, the Chinese civilization reluctantly bought the book because it was the only one on the shelf. China has revised it again and again, and listed it as one of the "must read books for Chinese descendants".

其实，国人斥责始皇帝只不过是这书的注脚罢了。有些书是注定要钻进人的皮骨的，这些书不仅厚重，还散发着樟脑味儿。历史就是这么一本被揉掉了封皮的旧书。想必有人要宣称“书是现实的摹本了”。现实与想象本就是扑朔迷离、难解难分的。谁能说清楚它们之间的关联？我只知道哲学家还不清楚。然而为何非得把这二者割开？这岂不类似于挑拨同胞相残？摹本论者大概起初就对旧书不怀好意吧。书是重要的，别轻易断定它的本质，否则人会因此失去很多。

In fact, it is just a footnote of this book that the people of our country rebuked Shi Emperor. Some books are destined to get into people's skin and bones. These books are not only thick, but also smell of camphor. History is such an old book whose cover has been rubbed off. Someone must claim that "books are copies of reality". Reality and imagination are inextricably linked. Who can explain the relationship between them? I only know that philosophers do not know. But why do we have to cut them apart? Isn't this similar to provoking compatriots to kill each other? The copyist may have been hostile to old books at first. Books are important. Don't judge their essence easily, or people will lose a lot.

细细想来，生活与书其实异曲同工。生存着的人一边抚摸着旧文字，一边掂量如何填补后面的空白。这书日渐更新，也日渐泛黄。这就是生活啊，只不过书的主人与书的用途目前依然待定着……

On reflection, life and books are similar. The living people stroked the old words and wondered how to fill the blank behind them. The book is getting newer and yellowed. This is life, but the owner and purpose of the book are still to be determined

关于旧书作文 篇3

若说起书，我也是颇为热爱的，从小到大，也看了不少书，但说来也怪，我最喜欢的，不是书让中那一排排整洁的新书，是家中那一摞摞似已泛黄的旧书。

When it comes to books, I also love them very much. I have read a lot of books from childhood to adulthood, but it is strange to say that my favorite is not the neat rows of new books in the book gallery, but the stacks of old books at home that seem to have yellowed.

旧书作文 篇4

轻轻打开书柜，伴随着月光倾泻下来淡淡的光，我看到了曾经喜爱的书本。一本本都是我日日夜夜熬夜看完的，每本的场景都历历在目，我的眼神漂移，不知道该看哪一本。有文明中外的西游记、四大名著红楼梦。我犹豫的看着，突然，有一种莫名的心情油然而生。慢慢的回忆，在最底下，我看到了那本久违的一年级教科书。

Gently open the bookcase, with the moonlight pouring down the light, I saw the books I once loved. I stayed up all day and night to read all the books, and the scenes of each book were vivid. My eyes drifted, and I didn't know which book to read. There are the Journey to the West and the Dream of Red Mansions. I hesitated to watch, and suddenly, I felt a strange feeling. Slowly recalled, at the bottom, I saw the long lost textbook for the first grade.

轻轻的翻开，已经泛黄的书页，讲我的思绪拉回很久以前，那些记忆深深的印在我的脑海，每一幕都很清晰。想着想着，我不禁笑出声来，多么稚嫩的回忆呀。上二年级的时候，我边看这本书边洗脚，突然间，一不小心，书就掉到了水里。

Gently open the yellowed pages of the book, and tell me that my thoughts are drawn back to a long time ago. Those memories are deeply printed in my mind, and each scene is very clear. Thinking about it, I can't help laughing. What a childish memory. When I was in the second grade, I was washing my feet while reading this book. Suddenly, I accidentally dropped the book into the water.

一页页翻开，是拼音和生子，虽然字迹有点被晕染，但我还能记得老师教我们的内容。那些歪歪扭扭的“一”，让我印象特别深刻，一开学，我以为这个作业很简单，于是我花了十分钟，写完了两页的一，后来妈妈看到后，她将我的本子一把夺取，让我一个个擦了重写，一也是有笔画的，不能因为它简单，就不费时间，然后我乖乖的一边哭一边写完了它。

One page turned to see Pinyin and Zizi. Although the handwriting was a bit dizzy, I can still remember what the teacher taught us. I was particularly impressed by those crooked "ones". At the beginning of school, I thought this assignment was very simple, so I spent ten minutes to finish the two page one. Later, my mother saw that, she grabbed my notebook and let me rewrite it one by one. The first one also has strokes. It can't take no time because it is simple. Then I finished it while crying obediently.

一页页的翻着，还有一页，画了很多小人，那天，是我少数开小差的日子，我心想着何时去看演唱会，就无心听讲，这些久违的记忆，从我心中划过。

One page turned, and another page drew many villains. That day was one of my few days away. I wondered when I would go to the concert, but I didn't want to listen. These long lost memories passed through my mind.

小学的书，现在看来竟然也并不陌生，小学时的幼稚，现在的成熟，变化真的不小呢。静静的月光倾泻下来，虽然书页泛黄，但那些回忆依旧清晰。

It seems that the books in primary school are not strange now. They were childish in primary school, but now they are mature and have changed a lot. The quiet moonlight poured down. Although the pages were yellow, the memories were still clear.