第二百七十七章日记27(6/17)

                                                                                                                                                          同学们的热情感染了我，本来我不愿说话的，可看到者灿烂的桃花，忍不住背出一首诗来，“去年今日此门中， 人面桃花相映红， 人面不知何处去， 桃花依旧笑春风。”
                                                                                                                                                                她的视线转向了我，她的脸也转向了我，阳光照在她的脸颊上，绯红绯红的。她微笑着说，“夏华，听说语文课本里的诗词你都会背。”
                                                                                                                                                                “只是背了一些唐诗宋词。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你认为背唐诗宋词很有意义？”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯，中国的古诗词很好。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你很喜欢古典诗词了？”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯。”
                                                                                                                                                                我和她说话的时候，其他男孩女孩都到另外地方说话去了。我不愿和她单独在一起，只是感觉怪怪的。
                                                                                                                                                                她快声快语的说，“我一点也不喜欢古典诗词，尤其不喜欢老师每每在教古代诗歌时，总要讲一大通时代背景，诗歌的历史意义。诗歌就是诗歌，仅仅是诗人的情绪流露。不管唐朝还是今天，冬天一样下雪，秋天一样落花，月亮一样阴晴圆缺。诗人看到什么就会有什么情绪，遇到什么事就会有什么感受，讴歌友情，赞美爱情，作诗很单纯，很自然，诗就是诗。我就喜欢现代诗”
                                                                                                                   

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