不知从什么时候开始爱上了“诗歌”——这份中国文学的瑰宝。在童年的记忆中,我常常坐在树荫下借着缝隙中的阳光翱翔在诗书的天空,或是躺在夏夜的凉席上听妈妈讲述唐诗里的故事,也许这便是我灵感的萌芽。 I do not know when I fell in love with “poetry” - this treasure of Chinese literature. In my childhood memories, I used to sit in the shade of trees in the shade of the sun in the sky of the book of poetry, or lie down on the mat of the summer night to listen to my mother telling the story of Tang poetry. Perhaps this is my inspiration. bud.