Childlike innocence belongs

 　　"Oriental Bell Toad!" With my exclamation, the uncles and aunties from the Beijing Birdwatching Association, carrying their "long lenses and short cannons," rushed over from the shores of Hengshui Lake, bombarding me and the toad with their cameras. But what surprised them wasn't the rare toad itself, but that I, a mere twelve-year-old, could accurately name its scientific name.

　　From a young age, I've loved nature, adored animals, and especially enjoyed reading books about them. From "The Complete Paleontology," "Analysis of Marine Life," to "The Insect World," and "Illustrated Guide to Amphibians and Reptiles," I've always savored them repeatedly, with "Illustrated Guide to Amphibians and Reptiles" being my most captivating. The Madagascar Leaf-tailed Gecko, the Red Newt, and the Poison Dart Frog—their scales are incomparably beautiful, and I know their habits and characteristics by heart. To verify the accuracy of the certificate, I kept various animals, including fire-bellied salamanders, leopard chameleons, rose tarantulas, green rain frogs, and climbing lizards. Caring for their daily needs and creating suitable habitats was my duty. Hard

　　work pays off. Without being immodest, I know more about biology than my peers, which is why I was highly sought after by my classmates when the school biology group was recruiting. Everyone unanimously recommended me as the "leader." The pressure was immense! I had to do my homework thoroughly outside of class. In two weeks, I read numerous books on animal anatomy and experiments, and my mother even provided me with a biology lab kit. Through this combination of reading and practice, I was confident and well-prepared for the experimental activity where my team and I represented the school during an inspection by higher authorities. Ultimately, we lived up to expectations and successfully passed the inspection, winning a considerable amount of experimental funding for our school, and I instantly became a "campus celebrity."

　　If you think I only focused on biology books and had a very narrow range of knowledge, you're mistaken. I've read China's Four Great Classical Novels more than once. Ostrovsky's *How the Steel Was Tempered* has benefited me immensely; the protagonist, Pavel Korchagin,'s indomitable will moved me deeply and filled me with admiration. Gorky's *Childhood, My Universities, and My Apprenticeship* led me to experience the vicissitudes of life and the true meaning of existence. *Heart* is rich in philosophy, teaching me how to be a person…

　　Books accompanied me through my childhood; books are the home of my heart, forging an unbreakable bond with me.

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