Reading the sky, wind dancing
Forty years have come all the way, walked through the sea of flowers in the spring, talked about the summer butterfly, picked up the autumn leaves, and touched the snow in the winter. The years flowed from finger to finger, and I was no longer young. Aside from the turmoil in the human world. Let the heart settle, re-precipitate, and calm down to read, the heart can still hear the voice of flowers, read the bird's lips.
Reading let me go through the millennium and return to the prosperous Tang Song Qiang Qiang Yuan, savoring the unrestrained and unrestrained Tang poetry, elegant and elegant Song Dynasty words, enchanted and natural Yuan Qu. Feel the Tang poetry of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Song of the poetry containing the elegant, Yuan Qu's natural melodious.
Enjoy the moon with Li Bai
" There is a pot of wine between the flowers. There is no blind date. Toasting to invite the moon, it will be a deceitful person for the film. When I am singing, I will be confused."
吟 首 "Into the Wine"
"Life has to be full of joy, so that Kim will empty the moon. It will be useful for me to be born, and my daughter will be able to recover."
The word “Shuilongyu” by Su Shi
"It seems like flowers are flying, and no one is afraid to teach them to fall. It seems that it is not Yang Hua in detail. Little is tears from people."
Li Qingzhao's sorrow and joy in life "sound and slow"
"The hunt for you is desolate. It is miserable and miserable. When it was cold, it was the hardest to put the interest… This time, how can you get it?"
哼 一曲 Liu Tingxin's "Spring Festival Farewell"
"Silk willow wind, pear blossom rain. The rain falls with the flowers and the wind is emptied by the wicker."
Reading let me talk with the soul of world literary master Tagore, let me share his romance and attainment.
"The birds of the summer came to my window. They sang and flew away. In the yellow leaves of autumn, they had no music to sing, but a sigh that fell to the ground."
"The pain of love is like the sea of blasphemy. The song is sang in my life. The joy of love is like a bird singing in a flower."
Reading let me know how sentimental the Hui Lin Huiyin is.
"I say that you are the April heaven of the world, and the laughter has lighted the four sides, and the light spirit dances in the light of the spring."
Reading let me know the melancholy boy Hai Zi. Learned his awkwardness and longing for good words.
"Before tomorrow, be a happy person. I have a house that faces the sea and blooms in spring."
Reading made me love the "Dream of Red Mansions." From the book, we can see the amazing talent of the literary craftsman Cao Xueqin. The desolation and mellow burial words, even if they were made of steel, became soft and soft. "On the 366th day of the year, the knife grabbed the pair of cold and stern and forced it together. The quality was clean and it was still clean. It didn't teach pollution and filth." "The flower flies all over the sky, and the red rust cuts off anyone."" The burial buddies laugh, and he knows who the burials are." I was intoxicated in the poignant love of Breguet, and I was intoxicated by the bitterness of the characters.
Reading the sky, the wind dances. The world of reading is so wonderful. Because of reading, my life is no longer boring, and even if people reach middle age, I can still hear the voice of flowers. I crouch like a butterfly on the pages of the book with my wings flapping in the clouds with the passion of the author. I have forgotten who I am, and I do not know whether "Zhuang Zhou Hua Die or Die Hua Zhuang Zhou".
Reading the sky, the wind dances. Read a poem, an essay. It's like savoring a wonderfully melodious romantic tune. And as the blood flows into the body. The entire body and mind carefully showered again, feeling dripping and pure as ever.
Now the network is well developed and there are many e-books. But I still prefer physical books. Sitting at the desk, holding a thick book in hand, opening a beautifully designed cover, listening to the sound of the spine rubbing against the pages of the book, and smelling the ink of the handwriting. After reading the book, close the book and close your eyes, carefully chewing on each of the words, each paragraph, each subtle moment. That is how a wonderful feeling.
Usually when I read, I see beautiful sentences and paragraphs. I will use the pen to sketch out the book. When I meet unfamiliar words and unfamiliar words, I will check the dictionary for the pronunciation and meaning. In beautiful articles, I read it first and recalled again, reading page by page, repeating my heart-to-page reading in order to deepen my impression. When reading e-books, I encountered beautiful sentences and paragraphs, and I will excerpt it in a notebook. Usually read newspapers and magazines, see your favorite article, I will cut it into pieces "small dried bean curd child", and then paste in a notebook.
Reading the sky, the wind dances. I opened the clouds in the sky, saw the passion of the sun, saw the green soil, and saw the hundred meadows full of expectations. Near the ground, I saw the waters that reflected my shadow and saw the true self. Dancing in the sea of literature, although the dance is inevitably clumsy, the wisdom of reading flashes there. Let the light of reading be like evergreen vines that fill every season of our life.