"Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty's dissemination will ruin the boat." A scroll, a boat, a pot of cold wine, and a tall, thin scholar. In the haze, the poet Li Bai recited a poem and looked back at me with a smile from the depths of history. A small boat sails leisurely towards the long river of literature deep in history...
The heavy dust in my soul seemed to be swept away, and there was a pure and clear poetic feeling in my heart. I raised my head and chanted "Bright as a flying mirror to Danque, the green smoke extinguishes all the bright hair". However, the flashing neon lights on the huge billboard stung my eyes; when I was looking forward to the touch of "The war continues for three months, letters from home are worth ten thousand gold", a crisp ringtone from my mobile phone shattered my thoughts. I looked around. Classmate A was immersed in mp3 heavy metal rock, classmate B was intoxicated with "Yilian Youmeng", classmate C...
I suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if someone had hollowed out a piece of my soul. Teacher Yu Yi once said: "There is a lack of poetry in our lives." When I was growing up, my mind always seemed to be anxious and restless with this fast-paced era, unable to be peaceful. I'm afraid that the poetic beauty in my heart will become a slender match, and a dazzling worldly wind will extinguish it until not even ashes are left.