当冬日的阳光洒在我的脸颊上时,微风吹动着树上的枯叶。我轻轻拿出一本被爸爸珍藏了很久的书,轻轻翻阅着那一页页富有智慧的纸张,用心去品味其中的奥秘。在书中,我仿佛与诗仙李白一起饮酒作诗,感受“举杯邀明月,对影成三人”的孤单;与宋代婉约派代表李清照一起仰望东方,体会“莫道不销魂,帘卷西风,人比黄花瘦”的孤寂;与南宋伟大的爱国诗人陆游一起品味“王师北定中原 When the winter sun shines on my cheek, the breeze blows the dead leaves on the tree. I gently took out a book that my father kept for a long time, gently reading through the page of wisdom paper, trying to taste the mystery. In the book, I seem to drink poetry with poem Li Bai, Feel ”Toast to the moon, the film into three “ loneliness; and the graceful representative of the Song Dynasty looking up to the East with Li Qingzhao, , Curtain westerly, thinner than yellow ”lonely; and the great patriotic poet Lu You with the Southern Song taste " Wang Shiming North Central Plains