不知何时,我已习惯了在空闲时沏上一壶清茶,挑选一本诗词,细细地品味;亦不知何时,我已习惯了漫步于字里行间,体会那些难以遗忘的情怀。依稀可见,屈原跳入汨罗江时,眼角的泪珠与那抹难言的释然。透过那颗晶莹的泪珠,却是少 I do not know when, I have been accustomed to brew a pot of tea in my spare time, choose a poem, and savor the taste; I do not know when, I have become accustomed to walk in between the lines, experience those unforgettable feelings. Vaguely visible, when Qu Yuan jumped into the Jurassic River, the tears in the corner of his eyes were relieved. Through the crystal tears, it is less