转眼就要离开这里了,因为现在有了大把大把的时间,所以一个人出来散步的机会更多了。就是在夜色刚刚爬上校园里最高的小山的时候,我便下楼一个人慢慢地溜达。
今年夏天的天气出奇地好,没有灼热的阳光,风那么不紧不慢地吹着,飘渺的岁月剥蚀了颓废的地砖,淡褪了墙上鲜艳的大红,高大的楼房上已有了丝丝的罅缝,唯有路旁的小树却日见郁郁葱葱,我最喜爱这些小树了。
它们不知从何处移植过来,不管扎根的地方是何处,不管每日从身边经过的熙熙攘攘的人群,不管风吹雨打,任烈阳高照,只是安静地站在那里,神定气闲地打量着整个世界,一朵花里有一个世界,一粒砂里有一个天堂,小树们应该也有自己的所爱吧。
路边的人也是一景,我默默地注视着他们,在似暗非暗的光线下,他们仿佛变成了一沓沾染着历史韵味的黑白照片,朝气蓬勃中居然也有了历史的美感。我总觉得捕捉下来的画面是最美的,往往不经意间看见某个女孩对我的一瞥,还有一个孩子无畏眼光的一闪,一个老人佝偻的背影,都是不可多得的自然的美,引起无限的遐想。
最开心的是他们也爱注视着我:他是谁?为什么一个人出来散步?他失恋了吗,或是遇到了什么烦心事,或者什么都不为,只是想出来走走…我在他们心里幻化成了一个个色彩波澜的问号,一个婉约的故事,说不定能点缀他们今夜的梦呢,这不是很奇妙的感觉吗?
黑亮的柏油路就在我脚下渐渐变短,又向前延伸,延伸…巨大的校园是一个巨大的园子,我们与这园子里的一草一木没很大区别,每天都享受着同样清新的空气、饮啜着和煦的`春光、咀嚼着春花秋月,但仍有很多细微的美是被我们忽视的。
譬如弯弯的银河爬上夜空的时候,点点的流星点亮盏盏街灯,淡黄的眩晕里更透着黑的幽暗;譬如一只寂寞的小鼠匆匆地跑过,在不远处逗留一会儿,眨吧着小眼又扭头奔向远方;譬如一群雨燕在暴雨来临前做最后的舞蹈,低低地徘徊着,让园子里的每个人欣赏它的姿彩。
譬如树下的一个女孩,在阳光切下的一叠阴凉里坐着,两只脚交叉成个剪刀样,怡然地徜徉在书中;譬如一群民工走过,满是污垢的脸上掩饰不住创造带来的畅快,得意且坦然,大声的说笑给寂静的园子画上了无比灿烂的一笔,宛如梵高笔下的金黄。
譬如四季交替的天气,春天是树尖上的呼喊,夏天是呼喊中的细雨,秋天是细雨中的土地,冬天是干净的土地上的一只孤零的烟斗。
若有一位同样爱独自散步的人,他一定早已注意到了,我独自默默地行着,有时候是轻松快乐的,有时候是沉郁苦闷的,有时候优哉游哉,有时候栖惶落寞,有时候平静而且自信,有时候又软弱,又迷茫。但是有一点是不变的:我满爱着这个世界呢,这个我的小小的世界。
人类都有一个自然的共性——爱美。美丽的事物,总是能够使人陶醉、迷恋的。当今社会有成百上千空有其表,内无其实的明星取尽锱铢,用如泥沙。他们凭借着自己姣好的面容吸引了大批的“粉丝”为他们注金,为他们疯狂,为他们抛弃自己所拥有的幸福,迷失在漫漫人生路上,变成另一个伪装起来的自己。是否在这样一个疯狂的.时代,我们就只能在美图秀秀中不断将自己变形,在整形手术台上割下一块又一块血肉,用冰冷的人造金属***自己?
古有陶渊明为追回真我而弃官归隐,有屈原“进不入以离尤兮,退将复修吾初服”,有李白“安能摧眉折腰事权贵,使我不得开心颜”,更有杨万里“政缘在野有幽色,肯为无人减妙香”。那么多被表象迷惑的人在漫漫历史的长河中暗淡下去了,他们如同流星一瞬,未曾在这颗蔚蓝的星球上留下任何他们曾经存在过的证明。而那些真正找回了自己,并为自己从心而活的人却一直就在那里,无论时光荏苒,白驹过隙,他们的生命都无时无刻不爆发出璀璨的光辉。
别在来不及的时候后悔,别在看脸的时代迷失自己。睁大双眼,拨开云雾,撕下伪装,挣破束缚,循着那一股又一股不停喷涌的滚烫的鲜血,沿着一根又一根细小却坚韧的血管,去找寻那一颗脆弱又热情的初心,在坚强的骸骨之下去探寻自己,去亲吻自己,去拥抱自己。别让视觉支配了整个你,它不过是你大脑皮层所形成的感官之一罢。白骨之下,躯壳之上,还有你看不见的你的灵魂,它是你最强大的主宰,是你最引以为傲的统治。
去找回自己吧,让自己的生命之光洒落到千万年之后的世界,而不是让自己燃后余下的灰烬同那些腐烂的尸体一样,掩埋在无人知晓的地方,臭在土里。
One day, Paula and Richard decided to make a kite.
First they went out and found two straight sticks of the same length. They brought them back home and tied them with a piece of string into the shape of a cross. Then they took some string and used it to tie the four ends of the sticks together. Then, they spread some brightly coloured paper over the frame and glued it around the string.They stuck a tail made of paper to one of the corners, and tied a long string to the centre of the kite.
On the next windy day, they took the kite to a hill near their house and flew it.
一天,保罗和理查德决定做一个风筝。
首先,他们出门找了两根一样长的直木棍。他们把木棍带回家,用一根绳子把它们绑成十字形。然后他们又拿了些绳子,把木棍的四个顶端连在一起。然后,他们把一些颜色鲜艳的纸涂上胶水,粘在风筝的框架上。他们将纸做的尾巴粘在一角,在风筝中间系上一根长绳。
在接下来的一个有风的日子里,他们就在家附近的小山上放风筝了。
in my life i have met many people who are really worth recalling. but perhaps the most unforgettable person i ever know is my english teacher. what frequently brings back memories of my school teacher is his special qualities. first of all, he gave us the greatest gift a teacher can offer—an awakening of a passion for learning. he not only led us to an appreciation of the beauty and perfection of english language and literature, but also aroused our great interest in explorating something deeper in this field. second, i was attracted by his lively wit. i remember that we students always anticipated his class with great eagerness because his lecture were humorously delivered, never failing to provoke chuckles or loud laughs. although it is nearly two years since i attended his last class, he is the talk of our old classmates, and i know part of him has already stayed in my heart.
她,面若桃花,一双含情脉脉的丹凤眼,两道柳眉深入云鬓,丹砂般的嘴欲启还休,下巴微扬更衬其美艳绝伦之貌。挑眉,抛袖,侧身,轻盈巧致。我醉心于她的美,像那才黄未匀的柔柳,又似那不受尘埃的雪梅。我仿佛置身俗世之外,漫步仙境,看绸裳流云,墨字张弛。我折服于她的情,跨越时空的阻隔,超脱生死的界限,人鬼情未了,感天动地,深深震撼几百年之后的我。一颦一笑,我似乎看到杜丽娘从历史中缓缓点着碎步向我走来……
他,面庞白净,一双炯炯有神的杏儿眼,宽阔的眉宇更显得清秀,鼻翼翕动却仍十分端正,齿如碎玉一般洁白无瑕。轻抚衣角,蓦然回首,惊鸿一瞥,摄人心魂。他似演非演,却又活灵活现,让观众时而捧腹时而神伤,拿捏得如此得当。优雅矜持,我似乎看见柳生从历史中轻拂水袖向我走……
一曲《牡丹亭》让人如痴如醉,迷蒙中,我仿佛看到一张脸,一张昆曲的脸。我敬畏着,痴迷着,怕惊扰了她的良辰,亦恐深陷其中难以自拔。但是,这张美艳的`脸,又有谁能够抗拒?
轻歌婉转,曼舞翩跹,月移花引,这才是是才子佳人经历崎岖之后得来的美满,同是又是昆曲的历程,从明清时的盛行,到后来的被冷落,如今更是添了一份从容和崛起。
戏中的丽娘和柳生是《牡丹亭》的脸,一折《牡丹亭》就是昆曲的脸,而昆曲又是历史的脸。虽然饱经风霜,却仍使簪花和绣服变作姹紫嫣红的花朵,洒遍大江南北;又用缕缕不绝的余韵萦绕大地。那张脸为雅俗所共赏,既有生旦的缠绵缱绻,又有丑角的通俗浅白,为阳春白雪亦不为过……
早些年,昆曲被列为“人类口头遗产和非物质文化遗产代表作”,从此,昆曲又成为了中国的一张脸。
作为中国人,我们有义务爱中国的这张“脸”——昆曲,莫让昆曲从此绝响,进而毁了自己的一张脸!
When I was in high school, one of my classmates sit right beside me. His name is ChenLiang. He is my unforgettable person in my life.
I remembered my mathematics was just mediocre at that time, but he was extraordinary and excellent in calculating and solving mathematic questions. He often received perfect scores. Of course, I wished I could reach at his level. Since we talked all day long, I asked how he could solve those difficult questions. He was so patient and polite to answer my sometimes ridiculous thinking. Gradually, I built my confidence at mathematics and finally passed the college entrance exam.
Now, we are apart, but I still remember his great attitude and willing in study. I am so obliged to my classmate, who is my friend always and forever.
In my life I have met many people who are really worth recalling. But perhaps the most unforgettable person I ever know is my English teacher.
在我的生活中,我遇到了很多值得回忆的人。但也许是我最难忘的人,我知道是我的英语老师。
What frequently brings back memories of my school teacher is his special qualities. First of all, he gave us the greatest gift a teacher can offer—an awakening of a passion for learning. He not only led us to an appreciation of the beauty and perfection of English language and literature, but also aroused our great interest in explorating something deeper in this field. Second, I was attracted by his lively wit. I remember that we students always anticipated his class with great eagerness because his lecture were humorously delivered, never failing to provoke chuckles or loud laughs.
我学校老师经常给我的回忆是他的特殊品质。首先,他给了我们最伟大的礼物,一个老师可以给我们一个充满激情的觉醒。我们的美丽和完美的英语语言文学的`欣赏,但也引起了在这一领域探索更深层次的东西我很感兴趣。其次,我被他的活泼机智所吸引。我记得我们的学生总是期待他的课非常热心,他讲课生动幽默,从不惹笑或大声笑。
Although it is nearly two years since I attended his last class, he is the talk of our old classmates, and I know part of him has already stayed in my heart.
虽然我上了他上一节课已经快两年了,他是我们的老同学,我知道他已经在我心中留下了一部分。
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