“童年的梦,七彩的梦;童年的歌,欢乐的歌;童年的脚印一串串;童年的故事一摞摞。”这首歌是否能让你回想起美好的童年生活?在那五彩缤纷的岁月中,发生过许多事情,不像星星一样的明亮。我的童年是美好的,有许多事值得回忆……
从我记事起,大姨的班上就养了两只小鸡,一有时间我就去大姨班上看小鸡,不知过了多久,两只小鸡渐渐长大了,又过了许久,母鸡下蛋了,蛋中要孵出小鸡了,21天后,闻声可听一阵小鸡的叫声,看到这情况,听到这声音。我觉得小鸡太可怜了,在母鸡和公鸡都不在家时,帮一下小鸡。机会,终于来了……
那天,母鸡给小小鸡找食去了,淘气的公鸡也不在家,跑出去玩了。趁大姨不注意顺手拿起一个鸡蛋,捧在手心里轻轻抚摸着,一本正经地说:“小鸡不要害怕,一会你就会来到世界上了。”说完,我不再犹豫了,剥开了一个鸡蛋,一只带有余热,未睁开眼睛的小鸡“诞生”了,它看了看我,叫了两声好像在说:“谢谢你,让我早日来到这个世界上。”我可高兴了,又剥开了第二个,当我剥到第四个的时候母鸡回来了,看见我正在“欺负”蛇的小宝宝就猛琢了我一口,顿时鲜血流了出来,我哭哭啼啼地去找大姨,大姨并没说我,反而哭笑不得地说:“小傻瓜,鸡要到一定时候才会出生呢!你这样给它们接生,会死的。”我听完,赶忙跑看小鸡,果然刚刚被我“接生”的小鸡都快死了,而没被我“接生”的都活了下来。我后悔极了,但一切都晚了……
虽然这件事过去很久了,虽然那里我还年幼无知,但这件事一直鞭策着我,让我勇往直前,永不后退。
童年,是欢乐的海洋。在回忆的海边,有无数的贝壳,有灰暗的,勾起一段伤心的往事;有灿烂的,使人想起童年趣事。我在那回忆的海岸,寻觅着最美丽的贝壳,啊,找到了。
For thousands of years, animals have trodden a slow path, their spirits together with the body。 But our human being\'s transportation is too fast。 The body moves but the soul is left behind。 We try to free ourselves in convenience, but we only imprison the soul。 Since we invented how to count hours, we do everything to short the time, short the deadline。 But the time saved can\'t be shorten。 Nowadays, we spend lots of time staying in front of a TV just changing the channels, while we have no time to talk with a good friend or play with our family。 We have plenty of time to search old news on the internet, while we hardly think about our life。 In the end, the only thing apparent is our loneliness。
Take your time, please。 Try to follow the natural steps and have your own clock。 Try to share your time with everybody you love, share your mind, your happiness and sadness。 Try to read the world we live in, do not only catch a quick glimpse at the society。
Someday, when we know how to spend every second in our life, we can then live our own life。
During the first three years of junior school ,we were very happy and free .But we often heard that Grade 4 would be a hell. After the final exam of Grade 3 in June, everything blew onto our faces : teachers’ changing , harder and harder texts , terrible pressure and of course the graduate exam .Where your position was on the listboard became the most important thing in our life .We had to study hard day and night ,always from 6:00 a.m. to 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. the next day.
But I must say that it’s really an unforgettable memory in my life. Under the pressure we lived our life to the fullest, and enjoyed the true interesting things that we may have never cared before. Grade 4 in junior school was a turning point in my life. My attitude to learning, my world outlook and my philosophy of life all changed. I turned to be positive and strong. I also gained many people’s true & pure friendship, both teachers ’ and classmates’. In some way, I like that kind of life, as it taught me many things I’d never learned before.
Teachers also helped me a lot. I still can’t forget that my history teacher talked to me until 10:00 p.m. on April 30th, 2003, for my application. My head teacher also encouraged me, so did my Chinese teacher. I should say, all my teachers worked very hard and always neglected their sleep and meals. Even if some of them were about 50 and often fell ill, they never left us one day .
The last and greatest challenge was of course the final exam, also my high school entrance exam. I felt very well and comfortable except my chemistryphysics exams. The result proved that I couldn’t have done worse in them. But in total, my mark is O.K. So then I became a student in the best high school of Hubei Province.
We, teachers and students, got together in East Lake Hotel on June 4th, 2003. At the moment of saying goodbye, I felt that my time of junior had gone ,and my senior time was coming .
Today, I looked at my graduate photos again ,and ,I smiled .
He once hesitated ,struggled, feared and doubted, like an ordinary man would do. But he just "stays at the door of fate", as the name of his newly-written book says, and waits till the door opens instead of leaving during the half way. Then there comes a wholly new world where the beautiful dream lies .
说起童年趣事,那就像沙滩上的贝壳,多的数不过来。然而最使人哈哈大笑的,则是沙滩上最美丽的一颗。
这件趣事给我留下深刻的印象。那是上幼儿园大班的时候,听见大人们夸奖某个人有文化时,说:”看看人家多有文才,肚子里装的全是墨汁!”我一听,心里想:文才是什么?也许是字写的工整,也许是语文好,也许是喝的墨汁太多者,总而言之,喝墨汁多的人就是能受表扬的人。于是,趣事就发生了。
听大人们说完,我又经过考虑,觉得喝墨汁是件好事,忽然有一个念头:把爸爸练字用的找来喝了吧,这样就能够受到表扬啦!我高兴极了,迫不及待地那来墨汁,打开盖子一股刺鼻的味道在我鼻子面前晃来晃去,又想:这么难闻能喝吗?管他呢!别人能喝我也能,,为了 得到表扬我豁出去了。
结果,把眼一闭,”咕噜”一声咽下了一大口。喝完第一口,顿时觉得非常恶心。马上叫了一声:妈妈!”立刻飞奔到了卫生间,一次又一次的漱口,嘴里仍然残留着那种说不出来的味道。
妈妈过来了,急忙问我:”怎么了?怎么了?”我低着头小声对妈妈说:”我喝了一口墨汁。”妈妈顿时怒色生起,并问我:”这是怎么一回事?”我完完整整地把事情的经过说给妈妈听了。妈妈听完哭笑不得,我见妈妈笑了,我”扑哧”一声也笑了。
回忆起童年往事,真使我开心。我会把这颗最美丽的贝壳永远保存着!
跳蚤市场上人流如织,商品应有尽有、琳琅满目,主持人解说着,把气氛推向了高潮。“姐姐,这本。,笑猫多少钱?”一位小弟弟先是盯着招牌看了一会儿,目光停留在了一本笑猫日记上。他看着笑猫日记,不断地翻翻书页,眼睛直愣愣地盯着书,一刻也不肯离开。我正想说7元,可不由自主地卡在了喉咙中。“5元呢?还是7元?”我犹豫不决。他是我的第一个顾客,便宜点吧。我一咬牙,说:“5元。”他兴奋地抱着笑猫日记离开,脸上的笑容比桃花绽放还美,我的心里倍感温暖。在招牌强大的魅力下,天空之城摊位人满为患,此刻一大波人群如潮水般涌进。作为店长的我更是满面春风,自己不仅赚了人生的第一桶金,又为摊位招揽生意。
三、四岁之前的事情对于我从来都没有留下任何记忆,我的故事,都只是奶奶与母亲闲聊时的往事,我曾很仔细的听着,用这些往事尝试着再一次编织起幼时的记忆。后来的变化,我都亲身经历,在我幼稚的脑中,牢牢地记住了我快乐时的许多物景。就像老屋被雨水冲刷参差而颤抖破裂的土墙,晚上睡下,便有老鼠在墙缝中欢跃奔跑,墙下枯藤老树,西风瘦马,母亲种下的豆角红色的小花,顺着院中的苹果树,一直攀上墙头。墙角古井辘轳,被岁月旋扭打磨得光滑圆润。墙侧的鸡巢中仍带着鸡腹温暖的蛋卵,被我的黑手一把抓住,欢呼奔跑着交给奶奶。我的身影,就在老屋的处处,我怀念着,就像记起当年的自己。
离开老屋时我只有三岁,随着父亲的奔波,要搬到河西戈壁一处劳改农场去,父亲为实现让我们一家辗转迁往城里的愿望,毅然背井离乡。奶奶不愿我离去,心里难过,时常在打理那么一点贫寒行囊的瞬间,眼泪便掉在破旧的包袱上。我们特意请来邻居的照相师傅,在我出生的床前,母亲抱着我,照了我的第二张相片,我歪着脑袋好奇的打量镜头,剃着小平头,眼睛漆黑明亮,穿着胸前还沾着一片没有洗掉泥污的绒线衣,胸口还绣着一只腾空的老鹰。母亲剪着齐耳的短发,微微笑着,脸上圆润而没有一丝皱纹。我的眼睛和母亲生得很像,同样透着天真淳朴的神光。她穿着自己亲手缝制的圆头领口,盘线纽扣的夹衣,黄底蓝线的格子,是那个时候的母亲。奶奶倚着门洞哭着,我一步都不曾离开过她,即便是去十里之外的外婆家,没有奶奶也是无论怎样也熬不到天亮的。我那样懵懂未知的远去,奶奶不知曾想念了多久,母亲不知是怎样难过忐忑的心情,摸索着一条漆黑不安的路程,再不见故乡的明月。
于是就到了戈壁滩中一个叫平川农场的地方。我的故乡并不是什么秀美的山川,依然山峦层叠,黄土丘陵,却精致而温暖,无论是泥泞的深巷小道,绊住了乡人的脚步,柴门后狂吠的黄狗,苍老的门洞槐树,檐下呢喃春燕,路中横卧的灰驴,或是荒凉的远山,山涧的铃响,田里等待一场春雨的麦禾,更有山前的溪流,水中嬉戏的顽童,我只到了这里,才觉故乡是那样美好平静。戈壁上没有山峦,一眼望去的尽是无限的沙尘和低矮的土丘,无趣的天空里偶尔飞过的大雁,枯竭的太阳和月亮,时而照着几分孤寂,时而隐在黄沙的后面,只如一副老画中隐约的一滴墨点,分明只是严酷和淡漠。唯一的树木便是屋前的白杨,几块初垦的菜田,用煤渣堆成的地垄,也能长出西瓜和西红柿。西瓜只能分得几个,沙地里的产物,真是甘甜滋润。西红柿却要冷落许多,成片的长着,熟透了就腐烂在地上,只是口渴时随手摘来,在衣襟上一擦便咬,汁水流出,也是爽口异常。最吸引人的,是常停在门口的一辆三轮摩托,白色的车身,碗口大的前照明灯透着几分神气,我央母亲扶着使劲爬上座椅,还够不着车把,便使劲的在装有弹簧的座椅上蹦搭几下。一旁还有一个专门乘坐的车斗,上面安装着一只替换的轮胎,仔细地研究一番,不肯下车,就这样拍了我最喜欢的这张相片。我歪斜地戴着一顶解放军黄绿土布的帽子,皱着眉头,毫无准备的面对着镜头,脸比离家时圆润了许多,个头明显的长高了,可仍有谁不放心我,从旁边伸出一只胳膊拽住了我的右手,我的不快,不知是相机快门的.一闪,还是因着那只胳膊。
这个荒芜又广阔的天地,连云彩都少有生出些许变化。每天跟着羊群,跑野了的伙伴,穿过一阵旋风,夹杂着母亲的呼喊。无趣时便去追逐一只慌张的野兔,看成群的麻雀乱哄哄地冲向枯燥的天空。戈壁滩分明而单调的四季,只有风是无论哪里都不曾遇到过的,刮起时,天昏地暗,连小块的砖头都会跟着跑起来。把脸贴在窗户上,听砂砾击打玻璃的声音。昏黄的灯下,母亲一针一线缝制着衣物。母亲的手已然粗糙,却异常灵巧,就在白天时,还干着男人们才能干得动的体力活,一手牵我,一手用一根铁夹,捡拾卡车奔驰中跌落的煤渣。结伴的妇人爽朗而愉快地开着往事的玩笑,生活的风尘打在各自的脸上,紫红色的脸颊,顺手扯下头巾,只一擦,便随风而去。
我们在这里只匆匆地度过了一年,就传来了要撤离的消息。有人悄悄地在黄昏的灯下哭了,许多家庭依然挺立着,便如屋前那排孤独的白杨,有的家庭,却已在风中被吹得支离破散。这些来自四面八方的人们,再一次收拾起简单的行装,各自奔往不同的前程。母亲照着父亲军装的样子赶制着我的一件新衣,鲜亮而俊俏的深绿色棱角分明,袖子和裤管做得很长,卷起来露在外面,又把父亲旧军装领口的红领章拆下来,缝在我的衣领上,我异常喜欢,背着父亲的水壶,同母亲在白杨树前照了张合影。母亲从故乡出来,依然还是当时的模样,只是那件圆口的夹衣,已然变成直角四方的狄卡式衣服了。
离去时的记忆,已经没有什么印象了。我们这个小小的家,穿越苦难,搁浅在现在的小镇。父亲的愿望伴随着许多痛楚,终于艰难地实现了,但却不得不拿出更大的力量,重新建起我们的归巢。奶奶从故乡赶来,是怎样的情景,我都已经忘记了,我们这个家族的爱,从来都深埋在心里,只一瞬间,都不知道该用怎样的行动表达。唯有那件鲜绿的军装,我一直穿了许久。幼儿园时有次邻坐的顽童故意抹了污渍在这件衣服上,我不知是怎样的愤怒,使劲地咬了他的手指,老师惊异的看我,就像看一条饥饿的小狗守护自己的骨头。
Time flies like an arrow before we realize it .It is known that nothing is more precious than time. The good old proverb "time is money" reminds us that time is valuable. When time goes by, it will never return. However, it is a pity that some people don't make full use of their time .They spend a lot of time in sleeping, chatting, playing computer games or other unmeaning matters. . They don't realize that wasting time is actually equal to killing themselves. They always regret not having made great achievements. One of the reasons may be they do not make good use of time. Therefore, in order to be successful, they should first get into the habit of being on time. It’s a sign of cherishing time. Don't put off what can be done today until tomorrow. Being lazy will eventually lead to failure. Don't wait, because you don't know how long it will take when you put off your plan.
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