我仿佛看见乌江滚滚的悲壮,当我望着一川镀金似的流水时;我仿佛看见青春易逝的怅然,当我想到雨水摧残下的绿肥红瘦时。生活中充满着诗意,而这一切,都是古诗文带给我的。若是追溯我与古诗文的情缘,尚记得小学时读范成大的诗:梅子金黄杏子肥,麦花雪白菜花稀。梅子黄、杏子肥、麦花白、菜花稀,我边念边想:梅子杏子我喜欢。东西美味,诗句读起来也挺有味的。回想起来,这也是我与诗词的第一次相逢。 I seem to see the tragic Wujiang billowing, when I looked at a gilded like flowing water; I seem to see youthful perishable sense of loss, when I think of the rain under the green manure red thin skinny. Life is full of poetic, and all this is the ancient poetry brought to me. If I trace the love affair with the ancient poetry, I still remember Fan Chengda primary school reading poetry: apricot golden apricot fertilizer, wheat flower snow cabbage thin. Plum yellow, apricot fat, wheat flower white, cauliflower thin, I read while thinking: plum apricots I like. Things delicious, verse reads very tasteful. In retrospect, this is my first encounter with poetry.