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一泰戈尔说:“天空中没有翅膀的痕迹,但我已飞过。”“小草呀,你足步虽小,但是你拥有你足下的土地。”文学是我今世前定的缘,就像隐约于云蒸霞蔚里的神秘雪山,尽管我们常常离它很远,并且终生都难以抵达。有了它,我们的生活才有了仰慕和感动,有了它,我们才能在某一种生活观念所向披靡之际,寻觅一眼灵魂的家园。在文学的光芒里,每每仰望蓝宝石一样静谧的雪山草地,肃穆、空静的雪峰上闪耀着炫目的美
A Tagore said: “There are no signs of wings in the sky, but I have flown over.” “Grass, you are small enough, but you have the land under your feet.” "Literature is pre-modern to me Edge, like the mysterious snow vaguely subdued in the clouds, although we are often far away from it, and lifelong hard to arrive. With it, our life will be admired and touched, and with it we will be able to find a home of souls in the midst of a certain kind of life concept. In the light of literature, often looking at the same quiet snow-capped sapphire grassland, solemn, quiet snow peaks shining dazzling beauty