Ps: Standing at the gate of literature, I hope it will help you.
The green hills are faint and the green waters are far away. I stand at the door of literature and catch a glimpse of what is flowing in that door, which is the fragrance of pen and ink and outlines the charm of the cool breeze and the bright moon. Indus drizzle, red candle in the west window, I stood at the door of literature, I caught a glimpse of the deep sadness and long affection flowing in that door. Standing at the door of literature, I can already hear the music in the door, the sigh in the door, the flute in the door, the beautiful scenery in the door and the swaying thoughts in my heart, all of which have turned into a spring water and flowed into the world inside the door.
Standing at the door of literature, I listened to the songs of those noble souls with awe, stopped to watch the spiritual flowers hidden behind the words, and gained a sunrise ideal and lofty yearning.
In the twilight, Yi Deng is like a bean and a book is like a sail, sending me to the door of literature. The heroic generation of Jieshi in the East, drinking near the river and writing poems, can still sing the unyielding voice of "an old horse riding high, aiming at a thousand miles, a martyr dying and marching forward", and that vigorous spirit often makes me applaud. A poetical woman who drifted and sank in troubled times spun her hatred for the country into willow smoke and blew the plum flute with sadness. Even if there are more people than yellow flowers in the west wind, she will still leave a strong and colorful stroke with her weak talent in the realm of extinction. Those sonorous or soft words splashed down in the long river of history, stirring out distant voices.
The soul and life that have been artistized by literature are forever solidified in the palace of literature. When I stood at the door of literature, I was deeply infected by the lofty spirit, and tears full of joys and sorrows soaked me. They existed in the sight of history in the form of literature, captured me easily, and stopped my pace with the words forged by their noble souls, refusing to be idle foxes and rabbits on earth again.
Standing at the door of literature, the philosophy of life floating in that door, like bright stars in the night, lit up my life journey.
Shi Tiesheng, who laughs at himself that "occupation is illness, and writing is amateur", deeply touched me by his thinking about life in his words, and his persistence made me calm and calm when I encountered bumps. Bing Xin's deep sea and holy maternal love also made me stop to observe the love that filled my life during the rush. After reading How Steel was Tempered, I was moved by Paul's iron will. Reading Robinson Crusoe, I appreciate the harmony between life and nature. ...
The life form and attitude of literature, such as drizzle and flying flowers, have soaked life and paved the poetic years. When I stood at the door of literature, the rain at dusk and the morning breeze came, which made me strong and poetic.
Standing at the door of literature, after all, I just appreciate different kinds of literature. I know that one day, I will walk into the palace of literature and outline a different life style with my own pen.