我信步于居民区内。现在正是晚饭时间,空气中弥漫着饭菜的香味。我的嗅觉并不是很灵敏,但对于吃的总是要敏感一些的:这家吃红烧肉,这家有咖喱土豆,嘿,这家的糖醋叉扁鱼闻起来真不错……我沉浸在了这些美妙的香味中,然后想到了自己的晚餐,真是糟透了。我家那位老太太确实年纪大了,耳聋眼花,原本不错的厨艺也日益退步:鱼是血淋淋的',汤里忘了放盐,饭也是夹生……不过,今晚我还是吃下了这顿有史以来最糟的晚饭,没有抱怨。因为我了解她心情很坏,坏到有些失魂落魄了。今天是老太太的80岁生日,她一大早就忙活开了:打扫房间,买菜……忙得不可开交,脸上却异乎寻常的泛着红晕。我知道她在期盼什么,她觉得她儿子一定会来。儿子似乎是她这辈子最大的骄傲,逢人便提,他很有出息,生意做得很大,忙得从来没有回来看过老母亲,只是偶尔来两个电话,所以连我都没见过他。但今天毕竟是老太太的80大寿啊,我也觉得她儿子怎么得也会来的。不过,他终究还是没来,取而代之的是一张高额支票。老太太没有任何表情,我在一旁眼睁睁地看着她用颤抖的双手把支票撕得粉碎,漫天的碎纸片像断了翅膀的鸟儿。我又能做什么呢?
我一边想一边走,不知不觉走到了七桃家,决定去看看他。七桃是我的朋友,一只得了自闭症的猫。他从前也是像所有的猫一样活泼可爱,讨主人欢心的,因为身上有七个桃子形状的花纹而得名七桃,主人也因那奇特的花纹而特别宠爱他,我又能做什么呢?
可后来他也像所有的猫一样很快的老了,毛皮失去了年轻时的光泽,叫声变得凄凉,身手也不再敏捷,无法再精准地跳到主任怀里。于是主人不在喜欢他了,渐渐地他成了可有可无的角色,后来干脆被关在了楼底下的车库里,那里终年没有阳光。从此以后他便不再和别人交流了,只有我常去看他,不管怎样,他还是一个很好的听众。今天,我照例爬上车库高高的铁窗,望向里面。直到眼睛习惯了黑暗才看见七桃趴在一只破竹篮里,身体因为寒冷而瑟瑟地发着抖,他怀里抱着一团塑料袋,爪子轻轻地抚摸着它。“七桃!”我唤他,但他没有抬头,眼睛仍呆滞地注视着那团塑料袋。我没有再叫,心里一阵酸痛,我又能做什么呢?
我继续走着,天已经黑透了,但我还是决定去老王那儿吃顿夜宵。老王是一家大饭店的厨师,记得一年前的一个晚上,我因为经不起食物香味的诱惑而误打误撞地闯进了他们的厨房,老王并没有像其他厨师那样嫌恶地赶我走,而是给了我许多好吃的,从此我便常去他那里。老王不爱说话,我也不曾看见他笑,他只会用油腻的大手摸我的头。不烧菜的时候,他就靠在窗边抽烟,被油烟熏红了的眼睛茫然地望着远方。可今天我来到厨房却没见到他,我开始有些不安,到处去找,最后远远的看见他站在一张餐桌旁,桌边坐着一个胖男人,趾高气昂地说着什么,满脸的横肉不停的抖动,老王在一边点头哈腰的像是在道歉。听到两个服务生的闲聊才得知是客人抱怨鱼子酱不新鲜,硬是要找厨师来。谁都知道那些有钱人只是生活空虚,借故发挥。可怜的老王!可我又能做什么呢?
从饭店出来,夜深了。我抬起头,望着满天的星斗,从未有过的悲哀。“喵~”我能做什么呢?我真的又能做什么呢?
我只是一只猫啊。
(点评:本文用猫的眼睛来反映生活中的三个方面:子女如何尽孝,如何对待动物,如何尊敬他人,构思独特,颇具匠心,最后才点出“我”是一只猫,似在意料之外,却又在情理中。)
十年前,我在外婆家有过许许多多的遗憾,如今,我就把它给不足吧!我刚被妈妈送到外婆家,便到院子里捉蜻蜓。这里的蜻蜓跟小手指头一般大小,不像那些大蜻蜓,总是飞得那样高,使人总是捉不到。小蜻蜓常爱停落在小草尖上,别看它们那么小,就觉得捉起来是轻而易举,要不是我的速度快,它们早就逃之了了。看!那里有一只蓝绿相衬的蜻蜓,一开始,它的翅膀不断振动,东窜西窜,可调皮了!后来,终于停在一棵草花上,我悄悄地走过去,不动声色地把手伸向它的翅膀。突然,它的翅膀振动了一下,我便吓了一大跳,心里担心着它将要飞走。幸运的是,它又安静下来,机不可失,我立马把手移到它的翅膀边,没有风儿刮,没有鸟儿鸣,似乎院子里所有的声音,顿时都敛声屏气。“君姐!你在干什么呀?”忽然间,背后传来表弟的声音。也许是因为他的'超高音,眼看就要到手的蜻蜓就这样飞走了。我刚想抱怨他,却想到一个两岁都不足的小豆丁,我是怎么跟他讲道理都是无济于事的,看来,捉蜻蜓的计划算是泡汤了。可爱的蜻蜓,你要想我哦!
蜻蜓捉不着,就去摘桂花吧!满园都溢满着桂花的味儿,就是那几棵比我要高两倍的桂花树散发出来的。满树的叶子,满树的花,叶子是齿状的,皮肤像水般嫩滑的人,必定会被割伤,可就千万不能去“冒险”了;花是淡黄色的,散发的味儿是淡淡的,略带些甜味,让人闻着就不愿离开。我找来一个塑料袋,一朵一朵地摘桂花。可桂花大多都是一簇一簇的,摘到一朵就会碰落掉许多,这样下去,可真不划算。我开始摇桂花树,想着花朵儿能自动跳进袋子里,想着想着,却见草丛里散落的桂花如繁星,若密叶。手上几只蚂蚁慌了神,像无头苍蝇,乱爬乱爬。这是黑蚂蚁,我怕它们会咬我,像蚊子一样吸我的血,真可怕!就不断地把手在空中拼命摇,拨落蚂蚁,继续换着法儿摘桂花……
假如我回到10岁前,我要享尽所有属于自己的快乐,晒晒太阳,去听听风信子的悄悄话……
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
来到游泳馆,教我的教练是很严肃的人,我穿好救生衣,废话不多说,跳进水里。因为我经常来游泳馆,看过别人游泳,回忆起别人练的动作,果然有用。
但是天有不测风云,谁知我憋气憋不住了,身体也失控了,接着就手忙脚乱的'拍打着水,有点落在小河里的鸡。教练看见我这副模样,知道了我现在的处境,游到我旁边,把我举起来,把我举到岸边。那些游泳高手都捧腹大笑起来,之后就纷纷下水游泳。看他游到岸边只用了30秒,上岸后,他们双手交叉,好像在说:“要超过我们还要100年呢!”自此之后我决心要超过他们。
于是,我勤学苦练泳技,暑假差不多每天都去学。我学会了蛙泳、狗刨式泳,还有蝶泳。
不久以后,我和他们比赛。比赛规则是看谁做的花式蝶泳最优美。我先和叫明丽的那个人比,他的花式蝶泳是他的弱点,我一下子做了一个高难度的动作,他就败下阵来了。下一个和一个叫张聪的人比,他是副队长,结果我们好多次打了个平手,最后我赢了,打败了他们。他们脸都红红地说:“我们全军覆没了,我们让你当队长。”我也很高兴。
我进步了!
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