It's up to you, but you must write more things you learned in the second time than in the first time, that is, the difference between the second time and the first time.
Just want to hold your hand.
Wu Rui
Shen Congwen once said to you, "We love each other all our lives, but life is still too short."
And I just want to hold your hand and say nothing, because nothing can sum up my heart for you.
Do you know why? Why should I hold your hand?
Because, literature-
You let me see clearly the joys and sorrows of the world, you let me appreciate the poetry of life, you let me know the true meaning of life, you let me overcome the danger and exceed the limit!
Yes, it is you, let the clear spring run through my heart and let the fire burn my enthusiasm!
You let me see Li Bai waving his sword out of Chang 'an, Su Dongpo crossing the ocean, Wu down and out, and Cao Xueqin sending him to the Red Chamber with grief and indignation. You let me see the hatred of Count Quito, the beauty and desolation of Tess, Nora's departure, Anna lying on the track, Paul's pursuit and Helen's struggle. It's you, let me travel through time and space, let me appreciate the world!
Or you, in the middle of the night, dig you up, appreciate you, love you, like you, especially those poems.
In the middle of the night, I feel the magnificence of "fallen leaves fall like waterfall foam, but I think the long river always rolls forward" and the delicacy of "the rain is crisp and the grass is near but not far"; Feel the heroism of "the horse steps fast and the bow is like a thunderbolt" and the grace of "Yang Liuan, the wind dies"; Feel the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" and the romance of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February flowers"
In such a late night, I am full of color and taste because of you; Because of you, it has become rich and wonderful.
Or are you-
When I was discouraged, I said to me, "Since God has given talent, let it work!" " People are not born to be defeated. When I was struggling, I said to me, "Where there is a will, there is a way". When I succeed, he said to me, "full of losses and moderate benefits."
It was you who filled me with confidence and made me shout, "Go out with a smile, are we Artemisia people?"
It was you who kept me naive, called out the "white jade plate" with my children and dreamed of the beautiful Chang 'e.
You ruined me, my mind and my body.
You made me extend my pain into a golden ornament as thin as a cicada's wing.
It is you who blew open the closed buds and spread the fragrance of the garden.
Everything is because of you-literature! How can I let you go! Please let me hold your hand!