A second of romance
On the train, a mother and son were sitting together. At dusk, the mother and son began to fidget, while the son stared with his face flat against the windowpane. I asked the child who has been watching, is there something going on? His mother smiled embarrassedly at me, and the child turned around and said to me that his father was a train driver, and he had not been home for almost a month. Today is his father's 45th birthday. He and his mother wanted to give him a birthday present, so...
A second of romance
On the train, a mother and son were sitting together. At dusk, the mother and son began to fidget, while the son stared with his face flat against the windowpane. I asked the child who has been watching, is there something going on? His mother smiled embarrassedly at me, and the child turned around and said to me that his father was a train driver, and he had not been home for almost a month. Today is his father's 45th birthday. He and his mother wanted to give him a birthday present, so...
Time is clear, fate comes to have you
Life is alive, and the grass and trees are in autumn. Flickering, flickering, in an instant. You and I are as light as a cloud of smoke, as small as a speck of dust. But it is the countless little you and me who have lit thousands of lights and illuminated the whole world. Life and death, honor and disgrace, rise and fall in this world have never been controlled by people, but we will never lose our time and ourselves, guarding the grass and trees, guarding the clouds and water, and interpret...
Time is clear, fate comes to have you
Life is alive, and the grass and trees are in autumn. Flickering, flickering, in an instant. You and I are as light as a cloud of smoke, as small as a speck of dust. But it is the countless little you and me who have lit thousands of lights and illuminated the whole world. Life and death, honor and disgrace, rise and fall in this world have never been controlled by people, but we will never lose our time and ourselves, guarding the grass and trees, guarding the clouds and water, and interpret...
那一只飞走的翠鸟
我上小学那会，三年级的语文课本里有一篇课文叫《翠鸟》。文章写的确实很优美，运用了很多修辞手法，描写也很细腻。可要命的是，课文下面的要求是“朗读并背诵全文”。我的小悲剧故事就是从这里开始的。 那是一个周六的下午（当时一周上六天课），都快放学了，班主任周老师突然发话：“《翠鸟》背完的才能回家”。还给分了小组，一个小组指定一个小组长，由小组长来监督背诵的情况。她则坐在讲台上板着脸冷冰冰地看着芸芸众生在一个一个如何过“奈何桥”。我都能听到她内心狰狞的笑容，是看谁没背过被打回原形时的失魂落魄。 为了找回当时的真实感，我把《翠鸟》再复述一遍。 翠鸟喜欢停在水边的苇杆上，一双红色的小爪子紧紧地抓住苇杆。它的颜色非常鲜艳。头上的羽毛像橄榄色的头巾，绣满了翠绿色的花纹。背上的羽毛像浅绿色的外衣。腹部的羽毛像赤褐色的衬衫。它小巧玲珑，一双透亮灵活的眼睛下面，长着一张又尖又长的嘴。 翠鸟鸣声清脆，爱贴着水面疾飞，一眨眼，又轻轻地停在苇杆上了。它一动不动地注视着泛着微波的水面，等待游到水面上来的小鱼。 小鱼悄悄地把头露出水面，吹了个小泡泡。尽管它这样机灵，还是难以逃脱翠鸟锐利的眼睛。翠鸟蹬开苇杆，像箭一...
那一只飞走的翠鸟
我上小学那会，三年级的语文课本里有一篇课文叫《翠鸟》。文章写的确实很优美，运用了很多修辞手法，描写也很细腻。可要命的是，课文下面的要求是“朗读并背诵全文”。我的小悲剧故事就是从这里开始的。 那是一个周六的下午（当时一周上六天课），都快放学了，班主任周老师突然发话：“《翠鸟》背完的才能回家”。还给分了小组，一个小组指定一个小组长，由小组长来监督背诵的情况。她则坐在讲台上板着脸冷冰冰地看着芸芸众生在一个一个如何过“奈何桥”。我都能听到她内心狰狞的笑容，是看谁没背过被打回原形时的失魂落魄。 为了找回当时的真实感，我把《翠鸟》再复述一遍。 翠鸟喜欢停在水边的苇杆上，一双红色的小爪子紧紧地抓住苇杆。它的颜色非常鲜艳。头上的羽毛像橄榄色的头巾，绣满了翠绿色的花纹。背上的羽毛像浅绿色的外衣。腹部的羽毛像赤褐色的衬衫。它小巧玲珑，一双透亮灵活的眼睛下面，长着一张又尖又长的嘴。 翠鸟鸣声清脆，爱贴着水面疾飞，一眨眼，又轻轻地停在苇杆上了。它一动不动地注视着泛着微波的水面，等待游到水面上来的小鱼。 小鱼悄悄地把头露出水面，吹了个小泡泡。尽管它这样机灵，还是难以逃脱翠鸟锐利的眼睛。翠鸟蹬开苇杆，像箭一...
