How to write the book Linxia Recitation?

On a sunny afternoon, the time lingered until half past three, and the whole city had not woken up from the lazy sunshine. Everyone sleeps, but I wake up alone. Carefully picked up the ink-scented book, held it in your hand, and imitated the educated and carefully chosen poet. Repeated modification, repeated thinking, with a slight friction between lips and teeth, with a yearning for paper fragrance, the duration is short, tight and slow, condensed here. The moment you say it, it is the most touching language in the world.

Suddenly, he appeared from the depths of his memory. The emotional line slowly extends-he is the most beautiful interpretation of poetry in my heart. Everyone says that he is Tagore. Don't! He is an immortal poem in my heart, writing a little passionate love for literature.

I liked him a long time ago. I met you for the first time, maybe when I was in my prime. It is that sentence, "The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you." Deeply attracted a girl's heart, the seed of love. The lingering between the lines, endless tenderness, and heartbreak.

Goodbye, you are old friends. Just like Yu Boya met Zhong Ziqi-vowed to die for his bosom friend. I read his words with enthusiasm, crossed the boundaries of the times and the obstacles of life and death, and felt the heart of a childlike old man. "I want to cross from one shore to the other, and all the boys and girls in the village who bathe there will look at me in amazement. The sun has risen to the sky, and the morning has become noon. I'll run to you and say,' Mom, I'm hungry!' At the end of the day, the shadow falls under the tree, and I go home at dusk. I will never leave you to work in the city like my father did. Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up. "In an instant, childhood memories flush like sea water, reminding me of the best memories buried in my heart, countless shells engraved with childlike innocence. I have such a strong voice: childhood is the most spotless drawing paper-white and sincere. This is the charm of his words conveyed to my inner communication.

Literature is the belief of the younger generation, and Tagore is the center of my belief. Wearing a dazzling aura, shining. Listening to his passion, he wrote: "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I was once again shocked by this famous saying. Feelings like water and passion like fire are not enough to describe this immortal literary master in the history of world literature. From him, I fell in love with literature and reading, which is hopeless.

Before going to bed, I always like to watch a paragraph or two, leaving Yi Deng swaying like a bean. Cultivate sentiment and cultivate drowsiness. From time to time, generate's inspiration and thoughts gushed in his mind, and he couldn't help but use words and sentences to improve his literary accomplishment imperceptibly. What a beautiful thing to kill two birds with one stone!