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刚刚告别梦幻般童年的我们,遍尝到了在慢慢人生中无法避免的这四种味道。可这种独特的经历,不就是我们这个年龄该到的吗?一霎间,我想起了那生活中的点点滴滴……
酸
“快一点,快一点!”那一天,我又一如既往地拉着外公陈旧的衣角命令他往前跑。“好,好!我的小祖宗!”外公再一次回过头来慈爱的看了我一眼,眼睛里有说不出的温柔。那一霎间,我发现了外公的脸上又多出了几条苍老的皱纹,脚步也没有像以往那样铿锵,从前那乌黑的亮发间,也多出了几道白色。那一刻,不知为什么,心里有说不出的.难过,愧疚,鼻子一酸,两行热泪滚滚而下……在我们这个年龄,我体会到了让人潸然泪下的酸。
甜
又是一个夕阳西下的日子,温暖的阳光斜射在桌上,拿起一颗糖果放进嘴里,固然很甜,可我却得不到那份像棉花糖的快乐。
记得在不久前,学习繁忙的我走在回家的路上时,偶然发现了一个卖棉花糖的小贩,心中想起了那儿时的快乐,恋旧的我便买了一个。我狠狠地朝棉花糖的最上端咬了一口,用舌尖贪婪的舔着嘴边的糖。棉花糖入口即化,快乐也化在了心中……在我们这个年龄,我体会到了令人喜上眉梢的甜。
苦
用筷子夹起一片淡绿的苦瓜,缓缓的送入唇内,那苦便在心中蔓延,一丝丝渗进心里……“不是我拿的!”这一场景又在我脑中闪过。“不是你,还会是谁?”与我情同手足的你因为一支小小的钢笔而爆发了。在父母眼里,我们就像是恨不得黏在一块,在老师眼里,我们一唱一和,配合默契。可因为这件事,你却与我恩断义绝。难道我在你心中的地位,还不如一支钢笔吗?在我们这个年龄,我体会到了令人不胜其苦的苦。
辣
这种人人惧怕的感觉,我同样也碰到过。太阳慵懒的升上了天空,家中的门铃不知何时响起。我连忙打开了大门,妈妈的朋友来了。一切安适后,妈妈和阿姨聊起了天,出乎意料的是,妈妈竟然把我的丑闻一字不露的说了出来。我的心火辣辣的,那时只想找个地方躲起来……在我们这个年龄,我体会到了令人恐惧的辣。
暮然回首,这些经历都历历在目,挥之不去……
these young people are wrong. in my opinion every student should have a knowledge of housework. after all, they will have a family of their own, and they should do their part in keeping a good home. boys should also learn to do housework, for what will they do if they remain single? though not all boys remain single, yet they will be very helpful in the family if they know some housework. anyhow they will not lose anything, but, on the contrary, they will gain something useful.
for what i said above, we can find some eamples of our fellow-students studying abroad. all young men do housework as girls do. someone would argue that we can employ servants. this is true. however, what shall we do if the servant leaves us and all things are left to ourselves? we just cannot leave our clothes as they are and let worms and ants eat them up. and what can we do it we go and study in a foreign country where servants are out our means to employ? we must work for ourselves. why not start to learn to do housework now or else it will be too late? everyone should learn to do housework. what do you think about my idea, boys and girls?
年龄真的不是障碍吗?真的还可以和年轻人一样,去追逐自己的梦想吗?-----可是,从精力上,我们上有老,下有小,需要照顾。在体力上,已经无法和年轻人相抵。从接受新生事物上,也只能甘拜下风。至于容貌,自是被时间窃取的早已红颜不在。那我们拿什么还敢说-----年龄不是障碍,想开始什么时候都不晚呢!夸夸其谈吗?这个时代已经够吵的了。闭着眼睛做梦吗?梦境再美,又拿来用以安慰何人呢?
俱怀逸兴壮思飞,欲上青天揽明月。当我被李白的豪情,激荡的信心满满,可转身之间,又被现实的一记重锤,砸的满地飞溅金星!它足够耀眼,但却无法捡拾。
就这样认输了吗?向岁月仓皇的举起白旗,难道被年龄打败的我们,只有眼睁睁的,看着自己被梦想排挤在外,等待时间耗干体内的最后一滴血;只落得一声长叹了吗?
可是,我心有不甘!我是那样的不忍、不舍的蹉跎年华!今生的愿望,留待给来世去兑现。-----我,真的不愿意就此罢休!如若此生来到世上,只为浪费大地上的几斤粮食,那上天即便赐我以永生,又有何意义!
拿什么来抗衡呢?我们唯一可以掌控的,仅仅剩下了一丝不甘、不舍、不愿;以及岁月沉淀给我们的一番思索。凭借着这些理由,就可以重新打开被合上了的,青春之页吗?
------我们已经不骄不躁。不贪慕虚荣。不攀比名气。不沉迷浮华。用一颗豁达、宽容的心,去延缓体力上的不支。以精神的富饶,去构建超然物外的从容。从现在开始,无论能走多远,只要是在路上……
面对这样一个命题,我终于可以释然了。终于明白,此生,只要还有勇气去点燃梦想的火炬;不论最终是否能够到达预想的彼岸,首先我拼过了!过程与体验,才是生命本身的存在,与存在意义上的最完美的契合。当有着一日,我们不得不与这个世界挥手告别的时候,就可以坦然的微笑着说:我没有遗憾了,因为我已经尽力!我想,这就是对有关“年龄不是障碍,想开始什么时候都不晚”,所能给出的最充分的理由吧。
nowadays, we can see some boys and girls who live in a small world of their own. they bury themselves among books and are proud of themselves. they think that it will make them lose their face if they do housework for they often think themselves very noble.
these young people are wrong. in my opinion every student should have a knowledge of housework. after all, they will have a family of their own, and they should do their part in keeping a good home. boys should also learn to do housework, for what will they do if they remain single? though not all boys remain single,yet they will be very helpful in the family if they know some housework. anyhow they will not lose anything, but, on the contrary, they will gain something useful.
for what i said above, we can find some eamples of our fellow-students studying abroad. all young men do housework as girls do. someone would argue that we can employ servants. this is true.however, what shall we do if the servant leaves us and all things are left to ourselves? we just cannot leave our clothes as they are and let worms and ants eat them up. and what can we do it we go and study in a foreign country where servants are out our means to employ? we must work for ourselves. why not start to learn to do housework now or else it will be too late? everyone should learn to do housework. what do you think about my idea, boys and girls?
印象最深的是过生日。每到那一天,妈妈和爸爸就会笑眯眯地捧出满满一大盒好吃的糖果。对我这个"小馋猫"来说,这无疑是一份最好的生日礼物。这时,我就会立刻丢下那一块奶油大蛋糕,格格地笑着去夺妈妈手中的糖果。然后,迫不及待地剥开糖纸,把糖塞进嘴里,最后满足地咧开嘴。而爸爸和妈妈就在一旁望着我开心地笑。
正因为如此,每年的生日是我最高兴的时候。可是,每一次生日后就又是漫长的等待——一年才过一次生日。在这一年里,我总是喜欢趴在小椅子上,仰着头,扳着手指去数挂历上的日期。等待虽然漫长,可我却总是抱着快乐的心情,因为我知道,总会等到那一天的。
一次又一次的等待,换来一次又一次的欢乐。日子就这样如流水般亲切怡人地流淌着。
又一次漫长的等待,我等来了8岁的'生日。那天中午,我照例坐在小椅子上兴奋地等待着我的生日礼物,等待着爸爸和妈妈如往年一样捧出满满一罐好吃的糖果。可是,许久,等来的爸爸手捧的是一本厚厚的书。我诧异。
爸爸递上那本书,我低头犹豫着,猛一抬头,碰到了妈妈那充满希望的目光。我伸出手来,接过了这本沉甸甸的书。在接过书的那一刹那,我隐约明白了这份特殊的生日礼物中所隐含着的特殊意义。它意味着糖果已经不再是我生活中不可缺少的一部分,意味着我已经不能再像小时候那样整天捧着糖罐子,还时不时地往嘴里塞一块糖;更不能再在过生日的时候天真地去夺妈妈手里的糖果。它还意味着,在今后的日子里,我必须开始学会成熟,学会承担,学会靠自己的双手去创造像糖果一样美好的人生!
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