“梦入江南烟水路,行尽江南,不与离人遇……”不知从什么时候开始,我喜欢上了这样哀婉的文字。这是一种不可言说的情愫,一卷在手我就仿佛回到了唐宋时光。我想象着自己一出手也是这样流畅婉转的文章,甚至幻想着自己已占据文坛宗主的宝座,每一出行,从者如云……不过,我的肉身却依旧在新化一中的教室里坐着。对于一个高二学生来说,哪一门功课我敢不全力以赴呢?一天掰成四十八个小时,似乎也不够用。可惜, “Dream into the Jiangnan smoke waterway, line to do Jiangnan, not with the human experience ...... ” I do not know when to begin, I like this kind of wording. This is a kind of unspeakable feelings, a roll in my hand as if back to the Tang and Song Dynasties. I imagine myself a shot is so smooth and polite articles, and even fantasize that they have occupied the throne of the literary patriarch, every trip, from the clouds ... However, my body is still in the new classroom With For a sophomore, what kind of homework I dare not go all out? Break into 48 hours a day, it seems not enough. unfortunately,