那是我有生十七年最辉煌的日子。担任复兴诗社社长那一年里,我以诗会友,每天都被新的灵感击中。我与社员们喊着“感谢诗歌,祝福诗人”的口号,毅然决然地诉说着对古诗词的热爱。升入高三,我卸任了,那个曾经将诗歌称为梦想的我,和那些曾所谓志同道合者渐行渐远,繁华事散,了无痕迹。那段时间的我失落、孤寂,欲题诗遣怀,终觉腹笥无物,词不达意。 That was the glorious day in my life of seventeen years. In that year, as the president of Fuxing Poetry Society, I was a psalm friend and was hit daily by new inspiration. I shouted with the members “Thank poems, blessings poet ” slogan, resolutely tell the love of ancient poetry. Ascended into the third year, I left office, who once called poetry the dream of me, and those who had called the like-minded lopsided, prosperous and scattered, and no trace. During that time, I lost, lonely, want poetry to send, finally feel abdomen nothing, the word is not satisfactory.