似乎每一年,都希望自己把古诗重新捋一遍。簇新鲜妍的源头之水,雪山一样纯净无尘——自《诗经》到《古诗十九首》,然后三曹、陶潜,再到浩阔的唐诗,重点挑了李杜、王维、李商隐来读。一天读一些,慢慢累积,蔚然可观。活到这样的年岁,基本上是用生命经验在读诗了,终究也算是浅薄地懂得,并一点点地体恤起来。生命在源源不绝地成长,纵然诗还是那样子的诗,于每一个年龄段上,却也常读常新。 It seems that every year, I hope I can repeat the ancient poetry again. The source of fresh Yan clusters of water, snow-capped mountains as pure and clean - from the “Book of Songs” to “Nineteen Ancient Poems”, and then three Cao, Tao Qian, and then to the vast Tang poetry, the key pick Li Du, Wang Wei, Li Shangyin To read. Reading some day, slowly accumulated, impressive. Living to such age, is basically reading poetry with life experience, after all, can be considered shallow to understand, and a little bit of compassion. Life continues to grow in abundance, even if the poem is still like that in every age, but also often read new.