I have never learned to recite, nor have I tried to read a poem, but you and I met in a touching reading space.
That day, I passed by, attracted by your heavy recitation from northern men, and couldn't help but stop to listen. Your voice is so dignified, obviously bearing the heavy feelings in the poem, and your voice is so affectionate, as if feeling the lingering in the poem.
Accompanied by the ethereal sound of nature, your reading brought me to the poetic flowers and the moon for a while, and let me see the fat horses running on the vast grassland for a while. With your understanding of poetry, you read clever Chinese characters into a series of jumping notes and interpreted them into colorful waterfalls. At that moment, I understood that there is a kind of catharsis in the world, called recitation. At that moment, I understood that there is a kind of enjoyment in the world, that is, listening.
After your recitation, I, an unspeakable heart, continued. . .
Looking back, I don't know how I had the courage to ask you for friends. Later you told me, I still don't know how I made an exception and readily agreed to my request. Maybe this is fate, the simplest explanation.
You are familiar across the screen, otherwise, how could I let go of a woman's reserve and read my essay in memory of my father in front of a strange man? The voice from the screen is familiar, otherwise, how can we be eager to talk in a short time?
Your childhood supported by you is a difficult foundation for your adulthood, and your lonely childhood is an unforgettable memory for me. Your bitter and hard growth experience seems to have ink dripping from me, and my lonely psychological process like tea seems to have your footprints.
How many silent nights have taught me how to imagine, how to spread the artistic conception in poetry, how to open and close the tone, and how to reach the peak of prose. You helped me correct the slip-foot Mandarin of southerners. I'm not embarrassed because I can't pronounce correctly. That's because your easygoing makes me relaxed. Before you teach me to read aloud, I want to understand the meaning of the text and integrate my own understanding, feelings and emotions throughout the work. That's a state! I listened quietly and looked up at you, feeling "little" I was standing under a lush buttonwood tree.
Your gentle tone is like my brother's exhortation in my ear. My gentle greeting is like the breeze on your cheek. Your delicate and gentle concern has changed my prejudice against northern men for decades. My ups and downs of emotion, for many years you stick to the emotional door!
Maybe it seems too late to pursue at our age, but we are really pursuing a relationship in another field. Perhaps, at our age, it seems too vain to talk about vision, but we really look forward to becoming a pair of peerless beauties in the next life.
Thanks for reciting literature, let us meet, know each other and fall in love from the sound. Thanks to the magical network, let's meet on different tracks and watch the truth!
I don't want you to make a promise that will remain unchanged for thousands of years, but I will cherish the love journey with you. It's good to have you!
It's good to have you around.
There are infinite beauty and ups and downs in the journey of life, but whether it's cliffs or endless deserts, you should go ahead calmly, because fate has helped you choose your life and you can't change it, but it has also prepared a spirit to protect you and help you tide over the difficulties. Is to believe in your own beliefs.
When you stand at the starting line, you are ready to sprint, when you stand at the foot of the mountain, you are ready to climb, and when you look out at the sea, you are ready to gallop. But few people can achieve this goal, because it is too far, too far, and no one will be afraid and timid, so you should have faith and believe that you can accomplish it.
There is an old saying: the loser loses the "array" first, and the meaning of this "array" is also a kind of confidence. With it, you can go forward without fear.
What is confidence? Simply put, I believe in myself, believe in myself. We often set ourselves a goal, such as: how many places I want to surpass this ranking, what kind of achievements I want to achieve this year and so on. This is self-confidence and a kind of trust in one's own strength. Instead of boasting and being arrogant, you will only put yourself in a state of failure.
Many people have achieved twice as much as others just because they are a little more confident than others, and some people have forgotten this friend who has been with you, which has affected their life opportunities. We should recognize its existence, like it and love it. This is your magic weapon to win and make you invincible.
Every time I confide in you, I am very happy, and you never abandon me. The sweetness of getting along with "you" day and night makes me like myself better now; Fortunately, with the support of "you" all the way, you make me feel that I have the whole world! Self-confidence is an exaggerated high-spirited melody; Self-confidence is an elegant but not flattering poem; Self-confidence is a euphemistic but not kitsch dance. With it, I will not shrink back and go forward bravely. With it, I won't feel ashamed and strut. With it, I won't give up halfway and get twice the result with half the effort. It is a good medicine when I am seriously ill, and it is a touch of green in the desert. I wish I had it all my life.
It's good to have your company.
The sun pulled down the last curtain and took away the sunset glow and noise. Sitting by the window alone, I still feel a little sad.
Grandma, it's good to have you.
In spring, I play with you by the river. Suddenly, a pale blue wild flower caught my eye. The unadorned blue smells fresh and elegant, and I just looked at the flower. You walked away happily. After a while, you turned around again. Kneel your legs on the ground and lean forward with your upper body. It's still a little short to grab the stone by the roadside with one hand and fish hard in the air with the other. So, you lie down, work hard, and finally take it off. You raised your hand and waved proudly, with a childlike smile on your face. In spring, with you, my life is colorful and fragrant.
In summer, you stick cicadas and catch slugs in the Woods in front of your house. You always use cicadas to make sticks every other day, and put them away carefully after you finish. I ran and jumped into the Woods first, the sun was blocked by leaves, and my feet stepped on the soft grass. I heard cicadas singing, so I sang in chorus. Listen carefully, ha! There are big cicadas on that tree! I exclaimed, you lifted the sticky stick, climbed under the tree, hunched your back and stepped on the soil as much as possible, "Pa." Your stick sticks to the tree, but the cicada actually crawls out from under the stick-the stick sticks to the branch ... It's delicious to roast the cicada while listening to the grasshopper with you. In summer, with your company, my life has a long aftertaste and is pleasant to hear.
Autumn, Double Ninth Festival, is what I expect! Early in the morning, you take a bunch of dogwood and put it in that shabby sachet, and then you will make pieces of waxy Chongyang cake. In autumn, with you, my life is relaxed, happy and sweet.
In winter, the cold wind whistling outside the window will probably break your throat. You are lying in a warm room, but your face is pale. You've changed. Grandma, don't go. It's wonderful to have your company. I also hope you can pick wild flowers for me and fly kites with me in spring. In summer, accompany me to stick cicadas and eat grapes; Make me a Chongyang cake in autumn. ...
Grandma, it's good to have your company. I'm so happy. But now you're gone, falling like snowflakes and disappearing without a trace. I miss the good times with you, grandma. Do you feel that I miss you? When will you come to see me again?
It's good to have your company.
Who flew the catkins in March, sent the pounding of horses' hooves into the spring curtain, and turned them into beautiful mistakes?
Who is it, on the head of the sunset tower, the frost wind is tight and the red is fading away, looking back and thinking, the rain pours into the sky?
Who, in the lane where lilacs hold up sorrow, dyed the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River into tears in spring?
My mind slowly opened up. It has always been thought that the days with literature are unique. So I opened the box of memory, to find, to find the days when you were with me, a ray of happiness, bit by bit moved-
"Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, a leisurely feeling between the two places, this feeling is inevitable, just for frowning, but for my heart." Who is whispering disappointedly? The misty evening rain shakes the earth and stands there like your faint rhythm. Yi An, is that you? Why are you so lonely? So I followed in Yi 'an's footsteps-
"I went back to the boat at night and strayed into the depths of the lotus." Young people in Yi 'an have the beauty of a full moon and splendor. "The clear sky in Wan Li is foggy, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance", and Yi 'an's middle age is full of agitation; "I can't bear a lot of worries." Yi An's later years were full of sadness and sadness.
When Yi An was with me, I saw the sea and mulberry fields of that era.
"Laugh and go out, I am Artemisia." Do you hate the ancients for not knowing that you are crazy? Violets, the Yellow River is blocked by hard ice, and Taihang Mountain is covered with snow. Are you safe-
I saw purple raise a glass to invite the moon, and the sword was reflected in his glass. Ah, Tianmen Mountain is just a hiccup to him, and Taihang can't stop his pride. "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the sea, never to return?" If the heart is colorless, Ann can sit so lofty.
When Violet was with me, I felt the power to break through everything.
"In thousands of peaceful summers, all the poor people in the world are smiling." The bamboo forest is swaying, but your long sigh is lingering? Triple thatch, how to support your distant feelings?
You are disappointed, "the wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the bones on the road freeze to death", and your heart aches that "although the country has broken mountains and rivers, the vegetation will turn green in spring", Shaoling, you are a monument!
When Shaoling accompanied me, I saw the feelings of worrying about the country and the people.
It's good to have you with me. Because of you, my life is full of poetry-
It's good to have you!