是你深深地影响了我...
穿着绿色衬衫，有两个袖子。阳光明媚，影子在地上。竹柏的影子像水中的藻类，随着微风轻轻摇曳。微风缓慢而持续地吹拂着你的头发，吹啊吹，送你进入我的梦中，在离开之前。
在水的后面
“水是亮的，水是清的。”当我们第一次相遇，你照亮了我的世界。那时，当我年少无知，拿着语文课本，咿咿呀呀地读着，“林炎”是什么样子的？那个晴天有多美？西湖真的像美女一样“淡妆总相宜”吗？
小小的我怀着远大的梦想来到苏杭西子。那天阳光明媚，在水面上反射出微弱的光辉。天空清澈如洗，湖水是金色的。
很久以后，一次偶然的机会，我读了余的文章，才发现当时的梦想，不过是他随口说的一句话！那时他只在杭州工作。眼看西湖就要枯竭了，他处于一种死气沉沉的状态。他对背诗和写诗毫无兴趣。杭州的西湖，在钱塘江的指尖悄然绽放，甚至被马可波罗写进了一本书里，美得让欧洲人惊叹不已。
撑着一把纸伞，走在堤岸上，轻抚着苏堤的斑驳，想起他教给我的责任，关二轻。
什么是无月之夜？
初三繁重的课业压得我喘不过气来。每一次考试，每一次成败，都像水手的纸浆，在我心中荡漾。
每天晚上，拖着疲惫的身体，在回家的路上，我总是仰望月亮，见证它的云翳。于是想到了那个和岳有太多故事的男人，走在院子里。千百年来，岳一直没有变。
“为什么夜里没有月亮？哪里没有竹柏？但闲人如我们二人。”如此艰难的处境，如此深刻的诗句，多么坚强的心！
我垂下眼望着前方的路，嘴角微微扬起，望着路上难得一见的行人，露出一个温暖祥和的微笑——那是青春的心，也是东坡给我的礼物。
人活的时间长
坐在考场里，听着窗外蝉鸣，虔诚而青春的心怦怦直跳。我明天必须离开。你猜我有多不情愿？成长路上的一草一木，怎么才能彼此分开？
“但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。”更多的是冷静。
您是一位从历史的河畔走来的睿智长者，默默地教会了我要有担当，要乐观，要冷静，深深地影响了我...
It's you who deeply influenced me...
Dressed in a green shirt, with two sleeves. The sun is clear, and the shadows are on the ground. The shadows of bamboo and cypress are like algae in the water, swaying gently with the breeze. The breeze slowly and continuously floats your hair, blowing and blowing, sending you into my dream, before leaving.
behind the water
"The water is bright and the water is clear." When we first met, you brightened my world. Back then, when I was young and ignorant, I was holding a Chinese textbook and babblingly reading, what did "Yanlin" look like? How beautiful is that sunny day? Is West Lake really like a beauty, "light makeup is always suitable"?
Little I came to Suhangxizi with big dreams. The sun was shining brightly that day, reflecting a shimmering brilliance on the water. The sky was as clear as wash, and the lake was golden.
A long time later, when I read Yu Qiuyu's text by chance, I discovered that the dream at that time was just a casual remark from him! He was only working in Hangzhou at that time. Seeing that the West Lake was about to be exhausted, he was in a lifeless state. He had no interest in reciting poems and writing poems. The West Lake in Hangzhou, quietly blooming at the fingertips of the Qiantang River, was even put into a book by Marco Polo, so beautiful that Europeans were amazed.
Holding a paper umbrella, walking on the embankment, stroking the mottles of Su Causeway, remembering the responsibility he taught me, Guan'er is light.
What is the moonless night?
The heavy schoolwork in the third year of junior high weighed on me, and I could hardly breathe. Every exam, every success or failure, like a sailor's pulp, waves in my heart.
Every night, dragging a tired body, on the way home, I always look up at the moon, witnessing its cloudiness. So I thought of the man who had too many stories with Yue and walked in the courtyard. For thousands of years, Yue has not changed.
"Why is there no moon in the night? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But the idle people are like the two of us." Such a difficult situation, such a profound poem, what a strong heart!
I put my eyes down and looked at the road ahead, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, looking at the rare pedestrians on the road, showing off a warm and peaceful smile - that is the heart of youth, and it is also a gift from Dongpo.
People live for a long time
Sitting in the examination room, listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, the pious and youthful hearts beat vigorously. I have to leave tomorrow. Guess how reluctant I am? How can the grass and trees on the road of growth be separated from each other?
"I hope that people will last for a long time, and we will live together in a thousand miles." There is more calmness.
You are a wise elder who came from the riverside of history and silently taught me to be responsible, optimistic and calm, which deeply influenced me...
