雨水已过,草木萌动,又到了春暖花开的季节。歌曰:“春读书,兴味长,磨其砚,笔花香。”在这样美好的季节里,静坐窗前,一卷在手,神游其间,便会感到无比幸福和满足。人间百味,唯有书香最让人难忘。读过的书,随着时间的流走,也许某些细节会被遗忘,但那些心生共鸣的片段,更像是存在心里的一帧帧画面,在某一天,遇到了某个风景、某份心情,便会忽然想起那首诗,那句 Rain has passed, vegetation sprout, went to the spring season. Song said: “Spring reading, long taste, grinding its inkstone, pen floral.” In such a beautiful season, sitting in the window, a roll in hand, funeral during which, will feel very happy and satisfied. Human World, only the most memorable scholarly. Read the book, as time goes by, maybe some of the details will be forgotten, but those heart-resonating fragments, more like there is a frame of the heart picture, in one day, met a landscape, a A mood, it will suddenly remembered that poem, phrase