我跑到家门口把门打开,看见妈妈的坐在饭桌前等我。妈妈看见我回来说:”你回来了,把书包放下来,赶快过来吃饭。”我把书包放下来,走到饭桌前坐下来。妈妈把饭放在我的面前,我发现妈妈的头发短短的,昨天妈妈的头发还是长发飘飘,风一吹,好像柳枝的秀发在风中跳着优美的舞蹈。我问妈妈,为什么把头剪短了。妈妈说:“不喜欢长发,就剪成短发”。我对妈妈说:“你骗人,你最喜欢长发的`,你以前对我说长发让自己变的美丽自信,为什么,为什么“。妈妈湿润的眼睛对我说:“你爸爸要等一个星期寄钱回来,你的老师打电话给我说要买学习资料,我怕你没学习资料成绩不好,我就把头发买了,你是知道的父母没读多少书,希望你读的书比我们多”。我听见从书包里把今天老师发下来的期末分数给妈妈看说:“妈妈我考了60分还不够,对不起,我以后会好好学习,天天向上,再也不贪玩了,再也不想妈妈剪短发,妈妈你答应我以后不管遇到什么困难都不要剪短发”。妈妈说:“好,我答应你”。
我吃完饭把期末试卷和书包拿回房间,把试卷放在桌子上,看着大大红笔的60分,心里好难过,好像有一块石头压得我喘不过气来,我对自己说加油兰兰,一定要好好学习,不能再让妈妈剪短发,我把书包放下来,坐在书桌前仔仔细细的看试卷上的每一道题,分析为什么会错,把错题的原因写下来,下次一定考的比60分多。
The Lord and the Hermit
Once upon a time there was a rapacious lord. He was relentless to his tenants and quelled them by placing quotas to their living condition. Soon he collected quantitatively great revenue and lived in a radiate palace. He was also renowned for his queer clothes.
One day the lord’s disease relapsed, so he rallied his subordinates for help. One of them said: “I’ve heard of a recluse who knows regimen well residing nearby. Why not visit his residence for help?” Another retorted: “Be prudent, maybe it is only a rumor.” But the rash lord was filled with rapture and ratified the visiting plan.??
On the next Sunday, the lord purged himself, held a quaint rite and started for the hermit’s home. They passed rugged rustic passages full of paddles and the lord almost recoiled. Finally they arrived. The lord felt disappointed at the recluse’s reception, but he wouldn’t relinquish the chance and talked to the hermit with reverence.
The hermit ruminated and reverted to the main topic in a pungent voice: “I’ve heard lots of your ravenous deeds. You retract the land you’ve distributed to the farmers and order them to redeem their land. You must redress your guilt and rehabilitate their freedom. Reimburse their respective debts and build refuge for them. You can retain the residue of your property.”??
The lord was reluctant to renounce his wealth and be rent from his palace. He rebuked: “Your advice is too reckless. I’m resolute not to accept it.”
“Why so repulsive? You cannot repudiate my words.” The hermit reiterated his suggestion and its resonance echoed. “Remit their taxes with rebates, or a riot is imminent.”
The lord again refuted. At last he went back in remorse.
而我看不清未来的选择,总想为现在的失落找一些借口,发誓不再回头看的我儒弱的看向未来的路,在那并不怎么泾渭分明的童年与青年间划开一道,任由回忆杂卷我的现在。
从小父亲就教导我“玩物丧志”,“玩火自焚”。他说明朝的皇帝朱由检做木匠,唐后主李煜愁情难断,妇人之仁……我不懂,实则也不想动。我拿着手中的书,低头看着方正的字体,告诉爸爸,我不是皇帝。
我看着春天新冒的嫩芽,踩上软绵的混杂着泥土气息的青草;我多想踮脚看着远处大的将倾的滚滚乌云,依旧转过身扔下手中的最后一只纸飞机;我多想折下秋天的桂枝,在朗月舒星之中听着夏虫的尾声;我多想在雪地里任由阳光将我们一起晒化。
我也好羡慕诗人笔下化作棉田、大树和白光的.人,他们看着春秋代序,肆意抵过大地和山峦,还有那风雨琳琅的原野。
我的确不是皇帝,可是我也不能玩。
我抱膝坐在窗前,连梦里都是温润的阳光将我乌黑的头发染成金色。
也许我没有收到太过严格的束缚,可是我害怕那“玩物丧志”的后果,我自己先胆怯了。
我从未将一种东西视为至爱的-被称为玩物的东西。想起不太合适的一句话来,原来变得太深必成伤害。
青春是一段不断妥协的过程,童年又何尝不是。可见我知道自己没有责怪任何人的理由。“是我自己先胆怯了”,是啊,玩过了人生虚化了光阴,这样的结局我无力承受,既然害怕深陷泥潭就干脆不要尝试。我总觉玩不够却不敢玩,但人生那么多遗憾,轻重何知只能留给明天去解答。
海子说:人生中能去掉的叫过去,忘不掉的叫回忆。而我拥有了玩的回忆与想象,时之回味。而我拥有了玩的回忆与想象,时之回忆倒也乐在其中。
徐志摩说:将之我幸,不得我命。
我说:玩与不玩;无愧于心便好了。
Mahatma Gandhi
Gandhi was the peerless precursor of India national independence movement as well as a provident politician with prodigious probity. Grown up in penury, he was a pious posterity of the Indian people and had no prodigal penchants.
Fighting for the perennial independence of India, Gandhi is propped by many followers. He told them to keep placid and proscribed violence which may pervert people, for he knew profoundly, if that prevails, their prestige would be profaned and the movement would fall in plight. As a result, he kept placating his followers by plotting petitions with percussions and pleaded with the British colonists with propriety to accept their plausible proposals. Local governors professed his process permissible, and his minions proliferated.
As Gandhi’s propensity to become independent protruded and his profuse methods of struggle protracted, the colonists were prodded and pensive. They fear that the poise would be broken and fights would pervade. So they prosecuted Gandhi for pilferage of poultries and plunged the plaintiff into the penal jail. The jail keeper was prone to sympathy and made special food provision for Gandhi by pecking the jail wall. Their precious proximity was not perpetuated. Soon the keeper was precluded from touching Gandhi and Gandhi lost his preference.??
A prolific playwright wrote a play about Gandhi with pertinent topic recently. In the prelude of the play he premised that Gandhi was still alive. When the play was on, it precipitated and the perspective of the city’s profile became picturesque.
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