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                                        仿佛在很久远之前，
                                        我的步子还跌跌撞撞，
                                        向周围的一切投去好奇的目光，
                                        还不懂得书是何物，
                                        眼神聚焦，我好奇地打量，
                                        可以闻到，闻到一股熟悉的香，
                                        
                                        我惊醒，
                                        周围是嵌满书的墙，
                                        桌上是一本新书，
                                        还残留着，
                                        熟悉的墨香。
                                        
                                        书屋的摸样，
                                        早可以在心中勾勒，
                                        最显眼的还是门口
                                        那白底的匾额，
                                        记忆里，
                                        是无数次在西南角落，
                                        轻轻的落座，
                                        轻启一本新书，
                                        眼前便放映着，
                                        一种新的生活。
                                        
                                        时间不会被琐事蹉跎
                                        我回过神来，看着眼前的《东坡七集》，
                                        想起千年前，
                                        “漏断人初静”的落寞，
                                        我试着去体会，
                                        看见 月夜孤鸿飞过，
                                        滴落声渐长 时间无多，
                                        高楼凭栏 轻轻叹息，
                                        周围寂静 没人回应，
                                        枫叶 无声地飘落；
                                        
                                        我试着去体会，
                                        眼望 不远的平冈，
                                        渐进 是千骑的迂狂，
                                        张弓 射虎 浊酒水长，
                                        笑我鬓头白霜，
                                        但知骑猎如常？
                                        西山落晖，
                                        东壤天光，
                                        谁道否，
                                        直上空游揽月，
                                        劲弩搏天狼；
                                        
                                        我试着去体会
                                        看见月影点缀酒杯
                                        轻笑，微醉，
                                        不知道是什么人月下独酌
                                        不知道是什么人很远未归，
                                        眯眼，恍惚，
                                        不知道是什么模糊了月圆，
                                        不知道回忆里会不会后悔，
                                        我知道能共一轮明月，
                                        就算难得可贵，
                                        在朦胧中忘却一切，
                                        轻起酒杯。
                                        
                                        最后我在桌上醒来，
                                        听见阳光洒落，
                                        夕阳西颓。