第二百七十七章日记27(7/17)

                                             她顿了顿，又小声说：“古文看得太多了，人是不是很传统很保守？”
                                                                                                                                                                虽然她的声音还是那样甜美，可我在听来很刺耳，“传统保守”我感觉就是“落后俗气”的意思。
                                                                                                                                                                我结结巴巴的辩解，“我、我也喜欢现代诗。”其实，我私下里也写点小诗，只是我从没有让人看过。
                                                                                                                                                                “你也喜欢现代诗？徐志摩的诗、汪国真的诗、席慕容的诗，你看过谁的诗？”她仍在微笑，可她的笑似乎是嘲笑。
                                                                                                                                                                她的话击怒了我，伤害了我的自尊心，我的脸轰然火烫，肯定象桃花一样红。我不仅仅会背几首唐诗宋词，我还读了当代诗人的许多名篇。
                                                                                                                                                                “我看过徐志摩的诗，尤其喜欢读《再别康桥》。”
                                                                                                                                                                我随口念来，“轻轻的我走了，正如我轻轻的来；我轻轻的招手，作别西天的云彩。
                                                                                                                                                                ……悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来；我挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩。”
                                                                                                                                                                她惊讶的睁大了眼睛，似乎想不到我还会背他的诗。
                                                                                                                                                                “徐志摩的好诗很多，这只是他的代表作。《再别康桥》、《雪花的快乐》、《我不知道风是在哪一个方向吹》是徐志摩最有代表性的作品，这三首诗展示了诗人写作的连续、希望与理想追寻的深入。诗里面包含了诗人的三个追求：一个是爱，一个是自由，一个是美。”

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