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淡淡的清风徐徐吹来,吹开了桌上泛黄的纸页,一股扑鼻的墨香窜入我的血液。沿着幽幽的古道,穿过时间的阻隔,轻轻地,我跟随你的脚步,穿越岁月的烟尘,畅游世界。书籍,你是我的眼,与你同行,让我领略到生命的绰约多姿。张潮曾在《幽梦影》中写道:卷中有山水。的确,透过那一本本名著,我看到了花开花落,云卷云舒。在名著的指引下,我看见梭罗在瓦尔登湖畔垂钓,脸上是不尽的悠然;我看见陶渊明在
A touch of breeze slowly blew, blew the yellowed paper on the table, a scent of ink fleeing into my blood. Along the faint trail, through the barrier of time, gently, I follow your footsteps, through the years of smoke, travel the world. Books, you are my eyes, walk with you, let me enjoy the grace of life. Zhang Chao wrote in “Yumeng Ying”: There is a landscape in the volume. Indeed, through that book, I saw flowers blossoming and clouds scattered. Under the guidance of the famous, I saw Thoreau fishing on the shore of Walden, his face is endless leisurely; I saw Tao Yuanming