十六岁的花,只开一次,一如纯纯的茉莉,干净、芬芳,在这个年龄,我们踏入了高中校门,开始了多姿多彩的高中生活。语文课上,跟随着老师的脚步,在文字中流转,回到汉魏、两晋、六朝、盛唐、明或清,去观望彼时的风光无限。读到谢安、嵇康时心生摇曳,读到慕容冲、杨广时哀怜不已,读到李白、刘禹锡的时候,忍不住再一次温习他们的故事。我在浩渺的词海中游历,邂逅我心仪的词人—— Sixteen-year-old flower, only once, as pure jasmine, clean, fragrant, at this age, we entered the high school school, began a colorful high school life. Chinese class, follow the teacher’s footsteps, circulated in the text, back to the Han, Wei, Jin, Six Dynasties, Tang, Ming or Qing, to wait and see when the scenery is endless. When I read Xie An and Ji Kang, my heart was swaying. When I read Murong Chong and Yang Guangmian, I pityfully read Li Bai and Liu Yuxi, and could not help but once again review their stories. I travel in vast sea of ​​words, met my favorite poet -