喜欢在烈日炎炎的夏季,坐在长椅上手执一卷,喜欢在寒风凛凛的冬天,躺在暖床上静赏美文,因为书籍是我心中不可或缺的一泓清泉。1我喜欢在唐诗中徜徉,随李白一起醉卧天地之间,相思长安;我喜欢在宋词中踱步,细细品味李清照才下眉头,却上心头的哀愁;我喜欢在元曲中遨游,为窦娥的含冤而泣、六月飘雪而感伤。古典的诗词歌赋早已成为不朽,但我却将它们深藏在心底, Like in the scorching sun in summer, sitting on a bench and holding a roll, like in the chilly winter, lying on the warm bed still enjoy the beauty of the United States, because books are indispensable in my heart a clear spring. 1 I like to wander in the Tang poetry, with Li Bai drunk lying between heaven and earth, Acacia Changan; I like to pace in the Song, savoring Li Qingzhao only under the brow, but on my heart's sorrow; I like to tour in the Yuan Qu, Weeping for Dou E's injustice, June snow and sentimental. Classical poetry has long been immortalized, but I have them deep in my heart,