我时常想,如果有一天,我可以捧着一本好书,沏上一壶好茶,卧在春秋椅中,伴着悠扬的乐曲度过一段美好的时光。音乐随风而过,未曾入脑;好茶由热转凉,淡了芬芳;而手中的书却是纸页翻飞,早已拆解入腹,读得津津有味。自此读书,不必踟蹰于公式定理,不必纠结于段落字句,看多少自寻时间,读什么全凭兴趣。该有多好。作为一名高三的学生,这样的日子其实离我并不远了,不过几月时光。在这看似很短却又漫长的日子里,这样一句话始终在激励着我:“生活不止眼前的苟且,还有诗和远方。”事实上,眼前的奋斗实在不能用“苟且”来贬低,但诗和远方一直都是我的梦想。 I often think, if one day, I can hold a good book, brew a pot of tea, lying in the spring and autumn chairs, accompanied by melodious music spent a good time. The music goes by the wind and never goes to the brain; the good tea is cooled by heat and lightly fragrant; and the book in the hand is a sheet of paper that has already been dismantled into the abdomen and read with relish. Since then, you do not have to obstruct the formula theorem, do not have to tangle sentences in the paragraph, see how much time to find themselves, what to read depends entirely on interest. How good it is. As a third year student, such a day is actually not far away from me, but a few months time. In this seemingly short but long days, such a sentence has always inspired me: “life is more than immediate confrontation, there is poetry and distance. ” In fact, the immediate struggle can not be used “and ”To belittle, but poetry and the distance has always been my dream.