淮南文化作文【一】
上个星期天，我和妈妈到龙湖公园游玩。
走进大门，我一眼就瞧见那座最引人注目的喷泉正在有节奏地喷着水花。水花有时像盛开的莲花，有时像壮观的拱门，还有时像坚固的城墙。一阵风吹过，薄纱似的水雾不时飘到脸上，真是舒服极了。在阳光的照射下，水花闪着银白色的光，美不胜收。
绕过喷泉，我一边沿着曲曲折折的鹅卵石砌成的小径向前走，一边欣赏着路边那些林立的树木。许许多多的树都脱下了绿色的外衣，把黄色的衣裳披在大地妈妈的身上。虽然现在已经冷得出奇了，但是松柏还依旧如此苍翠，它们挺立在林地上，就像一个个威武的战士在守卫着美丽的龙湖公园。
穿过树林，我的眼前出现了一座纯白色的石拱桥。这座桥横跨在水面上，呈半圆形，就像一个弯弯的月牙。桥面两侧有石栏，栏板上刻着各式各样的龙，有的刻着两条上下翻腾的龙，有的刻着两条相互缠绕的龙，还有的刻着双龙戏珠，所有的龙都雕刻的栩栩如生，真像活了一样。
站在桥上，向远方眺望，一个很大的人工湖出现在我的眼前，简直一眼望不到边。湖水可绿了，像一块巨大的翡翠。水面清澈见底，可以看见四处游动的鱼儿。虽然天气很冷，但是仍然可以看见一些游船在水面上四处飘荡。
这就是我们家乡的龙湖公园，你觉得这里美丽吗？
淮南文化作文【二】
It turned out that whatever you pretended to be on the surface was useless when you really cared about someone, all kinds of emotions that were despised by her floated overwhelmingly in her mind. In a film everything always went smoothly as the hero wished upon the time of his awakening. However, she was treated so unfairly by the fate, making all her pride and courage broke down after being brave for just one time. She could make her own decision, but that didn’t count.
原来她独自一人在这场旷日持久的沉默暗恋中耽搁了太久，对每种难过和伪装驾轻就熟，却从未懂得，在两个人的感情世界中，一锤定音的，不是心有灵犀的睿智，不是旗鼓相当的欣赏，更不是心塌地的仰望。是心疼，是怜惜。是两难境地里，那一点点无可奈何的舍不得。
At last she had been lingering alone in the secret love for such a long time. She had been good at hiding all her emotions, no matter happiness or sorrow, but she still couldn’t understand the fact that in the relationship belonging to two individuals what really mattered was not the sensibility and understanding between two wise minds, not the respect and admiration towards the other who was equal in ability. The most important thing was the moment when man and woman felt tender and protective towards each other. That was what you held on to in dilemma.
她会把故事讲得很好听。实际生活中，时间控制束缚了她；而在故事里，她是主人，控制着空间和时间四处飞驰，并且能把被日常琐碎所掩埋的线索捡起来，重新梳理编排，一定要把听众讲到如痴如醉泪眼滂沱。然而只是想法而已。故事也许并不像她想象中的那么容易讲——因为讲着讲着，就会怜悯起从前那个被困在时间里面眺望未来的自己，心里很难过。
She can write good stories. In reality, the time controls and bounds her, but in stories, she is the master who can order the space and the time to fly around and reach anywhere she imagines. She can also collect the clues buried by daily trivialities, comb them and arrange them and she is confirmed that she can make her audience intoxicated and even cry for some plots. However, that’s just her assumption. Stories are not as easy as she imagines because she can always see the former self who was trapped in time and drew a vague picture of the future in vain, and she feels depressed.
