默默地用心灵去体味这一方天空,这一片绿地。 悄悄地把情感寄给那翔飞的思念,那美妙的憧憬。 阅读,是挡不住的诱惑;写作,是极辛勤的耕耘。伫立海边倾听涛声,静坐山头遥望白云,那喜悦,那感悟,融进心灵,读出无数深情的诗章,写出无数睿智的美文。 春,读着满眼的碧绿,去追寻朱自清的身影;夏,读着 Silently with the soul to appreciate this side of the sky, this green. Sent emotion that quietly miss Xiang Xiang, that wonderful vision. Reading is an irresistible temptation; writing is a very hard work. Standing on the beach listening to the sound of waves, sitting on a hill overlooking the white clouds, that joy, that perception, into the soul, read countless soulful poems, write countless wisdom of the United States. Spring, read eyed green, to pursue Zhu Ziqing’s figure; summer, read