一盏黄黄旧旧的灯/时间在旁闷不吭声/寂寞下手毫无分寸。
不懂得轻重之分沉默支撑跃过陌生/静静看着凌晨黄昏。
你的身影/失去平衡慢慢下沉黑暗已在空中盘旋。
该往哪我看不见/也许爱在梦的另一端/无法存活在真实的空间/想回到过去/试着抱你在怀里/羞怯的脸带有一点稚气/想看你的看的世界/想在你梦的画面/只要靠在一起就能感觉甜蜜/想回到过去/试着让故事继续/至少不再让你离我而去/分散时间的注意/这次会抱得更紧/这样挽留不知还来不来得及/想回到过去/思绪不断阻挡着回忆播放
盲目的追寻仍然空空荡荡/灰蒙蒙的夜晚睡意又不知躲到哪去/一转身孤单已躺在身旁/又回到过去
又是一个雪花漫舞的季节。我站在酒红色的天空下,享受着雪花的.亲吻。一朵雪花缓缓落在我的睫毛上,转眼间又消逝了,化成了我的泪儿,缓缓流过脸颊。我闭上眼睛,眼前全是枫吻时的样子。
以前的甜蜜,只能我一个人孤独的回忆着。枫走了,他不要我了。他真的不要我了。一年的等待却换来了一句:我们分手吧!!枫给我的承诺全幻为了泡影。
或许在此时,枫正和其他女孩子在一起。一起享受雪花的浪漫。
记得很久以前。我和枫在月光下,我们一起数着天上的星星。一起享受阿尔卑斯棒棒糖的纯美和甜蜜。我们拉勾勾,约定以后要在阿尔卑斯山上,一起享受阿尔卑斯棒棒糖的甜美。我喜欢偎依在疯宽大的怀抱里,听着枫有力的心跳。我喜欢和枫一起去海边,我们一起牵手看落日。海浪轻轻拍打着我们的脚丫。我调皮的像个孩子,和枫在一起嘻嘻哈哈的闹着。我们堆我们的沙滩城堡,数我们走过的脚印。我喜欢秋天和枫一起去淋秋雨。枫每次都把拥入他的怀抱,吻着我的脸颊。我喜欢靠在枫的肩上打点滴。我每次都点着头答应枫以后不再淋雨,可是我每次都去淋。我喜欢在春天,枫用单车载我去踏青。我们一起手牵手,吮吸着新鲜的空气。我喜欢和枫……
梦该醒了,一朵雪花缓缓躺进了我的手心,化成一潭晶莹的泪水。
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.
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.
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.
20xx年5月15日,我回到了日夜思念的第二个故乡——杭州。当我踏上杭州的故土时,过去就像播放器一样出现在脑海里。我住的四层楼的租房不见了,高楼大厦拔地而起。曾经,在那个房间里,我们的孩子们来回穿梭的身影曾经,在那个拥挤狭窄的庭院里,我们的孩子们在玩耍的场面,曾经,在那个多云的出租屋上空,充满了我们孩子们快乐的笑声、悲伤的哭声和大人们的骂声。这一切,历史在眼前,好像在昨天。
我家后面清澈的池塘还留着,城市化的快速发展没有消失在历史潮流中,环境意识似乎深入人心。记得小时候,淘气的我还掉过呢我像鸭子一样出现在母亲面前的时候,她真的`不能哭……
进入家门,映入眼帘的是伸出双手的父母期待着我。因为喜欢杭州,父母很早就在这里定居了。我一步一步地冲进他们的怀里,很暖和啊眼眶里,那温热的液体不由自主地溢出,停不下来。仔细看我慈爱的母亲,已经两鬓白了,我为她擦去眼角的眼泪,把她紧紧地抱在怀里。父亲擦着眼睛,拉着我走:“回来真好啊。回来真好啊”我发现高大英俊,虎背熊腰的父亲已经驼背,脸上也有菊花般的皱纹。父母准备了我朝思暮想的饭菜,那是父母特有的味道。吃着父母做的菜,聊着家常事,我们过着愉快的中午。
午饭后,暂时不要父母,我按计划访问我的小学班主任。我们的老母校已经成为寄宿学校:优秀的学校大门、现代化的教育大楼、广阔的线圈、优美的校内公园。这让我想起了当时的我们,在夏天闷热的下午,一边喊着热一边奋斗着的小花园里,在捉迷藏和捡桂花的操场上,多次练习运球、传球和射门。乘电梯来到教师办公室,温柔的张老师已经白发了,她一见到我就像孩子一样喊:“吴嘉文!”老师还记得我,已经这么多年了。温热的液体再次湿润了我的眼睛。我向老师汇报了我现在的工作和生活状况,老师点头笑了。看着眼前戴着老花眼镜还在努力工作的老师,当时什么都不懂的我们不应该惹老师生气!
我爱杭州,美丽的杭州!
我醒来时,发现高楼大厦变成了矮小的房屋;发现平坦的公路变成了泥泞的小路……这是怎么回事?忽然,从我身边窜过一个人影,我连忙追过去。发现是穿着虎皮的原始人,跟据我的了解这些人应该是元谋人。原来,我回到了原始社会!
我边走边看,我来到一个人多的地方,我应该来到一个部落中心了,突然一个女孩从我身后冒出来。我艰难的与她交流着。原来她叫水灵,我向她说明了我的情况,她友好的带我参观了部落。她邀请我与他们跳舞、唱歌……·
她是我在这里认识的第一个朋友,我决定把打火机送给她,她拿到后用手势问我这是什么,我耐心的教导她。虽然在我们那里打火机并不贵重,但在这,对他们而言能方便许多的事。
她在我的耐心下终于学会了,我还把钻木取火的方法教给了她。因为打火机总会用完的。她用火照明,烧食物,取暖……
忽然一个声音传来:“还有半个小时你就要被送回去了。”虽然我莫名其妙被送到这,但这也是我一个愿望:亲自到原始社会参观。所以我十分感谢这个匿名邮件,把我送到这里,让我见识到原始人的生活。于是,我拿起本子和笔,把周围的`一切画了下来包括水灵。我不想离开,但爸爸妈妈会担心我的,并且天下没有不散之席。
我在离开之际流下了眼泪,挥手向他们告别,他们用手势邀请我下次再来。
过了一会儿,我回来了,便把那张画镶上了,放在我的床边,那是我的宝贝。想起这一次的奇特“旅行”,又有欢笑,又有泪水,如果有下次我一定还会教她们更多的东西……
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