风把落叶送到地上,恍若诗歌在飘摇;海把沙滩轻轻拍打,仿佛诗人在吟唱;生灵存在的空间,总有诗歌相萦绕;我的渴望,用诗歌唱!——题记阳光从树叶的缝隙间洒到书上,枝叶摇摆,层层叠叠的光斑不停晃动。午后最惬意的时光莫过于此:翻着雪莱的诗集,坐在窗口,一边品味 The wind took the leaves to the ground. If the poems were floating, the sea patted the beach gently, as if the poet was singing; The space where the souls lived, there was always the lingering of poetry; my longing, singing with songs!—The inscription Sunshine from the leaves Between the cracks spilled on the book, the leaves sway, the layers of light constantly shaking. The most pleasant time in the afternoon is this: Overturning Shelley’s poetry, sitting in the window, while tasting