“燕燕于飞,差池其羽……”我一遍遍地背诵着。窗外车水马龙、人声鼎沸,杂乱无章,我的诵读声显得更苍白微弱。“一咏三叹”?这分明是……一段段的重复啊。我用左手痛苦地摆弄着书签。‘‘喂,老兄……你好好读啊,这是诗!是歌!’’竟然是书签发出的声音。吓得我毛骨悚然。“明天五点钟的时候,我让你听一听《诗经》应该怎样诵读·····’’ ”Yan Yan Yu Fei, poor pool his feather ... “ I recite over and over again. Out of the window, crowded, disorganized, my reading voice seemed more pale and faint. ”A chant three sigh “? This is clearly ... ... a period of repetition ah. I painfully bookmark with my left hand. ”Hey, man ... you read it well, this is a poem! It’s a song!“ It turned out to be the sound of a bookmark. Scared me creepy. ”At five o’clock tomorrow, I will let you listen to how the Book of Songs should be read."