那时,我经过千辛万苦的努力,迈进了大学之门,和许多同学一样,我如释重负,开始了松懈的生活。一天,我在文科教学楼的宣传栏里看到一则海报,校诗歌社将举办创作研讨会,并招收新社员。我和一个同学去凑热闹,但见学长们激情朗诵诗歌,热烈探讨创作艺术,真诚提出批评意见。我一边惊讶,一边叨咕:“那么多爱好者,最终又有几人能成诗人啊?”不想,我的议论被身旁的学长听见,他转过身来朗诵了一句诗:“天空没有翅膀的痕迹, At that time, after all my hard work and efforts, I stepped into the door of the university. Like many students, I was relieved of relief and began a lax life. One day, I saw a poster in the propaganda column of the liberal arts teaching building. The poetry school held a creative seminar and recruit new members. I and a classmate went to join the fun, but see the seniors passionate recitation of poetry, a warm discussion of creative arts, sincerely criticism. I was surprised at the side of my mouth: ”So many lovers, in the end a few people can become poets ah?“ ”Do not want to, my argument was heard next to the seniors, he turned to read a poem: " The sky has no traces of wings,