从小爱读散文,读毕淑敏:眼前淌过一条融满真性情的小溪;读贾平凹:空中飘着辛辣味,耳际回荡着陕北男儿豪爽的铮铮呐喊;读孙犁,身被荷香围绕;读冰心,心被挚爱浸润。沿着名家的足迹,我一边聆听他们的呓语,一边欣赏大自然的风景。我的生活如一弯平静的湖水,总觉得还少了点什么,而读余秋雨的散文仿佛一粒石子投入到了湖心。我神往、我欣羡;我哀婉、我悲怆,我无奈、我震撼;余先生笔下那些有灵性的人物都朝我走来,我无法抑制地想 Reading love poetry, read Bi Shu-min: eyes drifting past a true love of the stream; reading Jia-ping concave: the air floating spicy flavor, ears echoed the northern Shaanxi man bold clank shout; read Sun Li, was Dutch incense around ; Read ice heart, heart loved infiltration. Along the famous footsteps, I listen to their mantras while enjoying the landscapes of nature. My life is like a calm lake, I always feel a little less, and I read Yu Qiuyu’s essay as if a stone into the heart of the lake. I am fascinated, I envy; I am sad, I am sad, I am helpless, I am shocked; Yu spiritual character of those works are coming towards me, I can not suppress