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发表时间:2020-09-15 16:04

“多年不见冬飞雪,一夜城中满雪颜。”啊!又听到这句诗了,它就犹如勾魂索一般,牵动着我走向心灵深处中的美好回忆。虽然时隔了六年,但那回忆却深深地印在了我的内心。冬去春来,世间万物,轮回无限。距离那时,不知早已过去了多少个时节,不知多少生灵已从世间磨灭,又不知这一去又是多少个年华?但我依然无法忘记,那道触目惊心的伤口,那带给我心灵的创伤。


我到现在还依稀记得,在12月7日,也就是在大雪节气。那漫天飞舞的“蝴蝶”,地上洁白的“毯子”,白桦树上崭新的“衣裳”,湖面上美丽的“妆容”的场面适何等美!而就在这些美景中间,两个小孩子正在愉快的玩耍。“哈哈!”那充满稚气的声音仿佛依然萦绕在我的耳畔。我那时正与我的小伙伴讨论玩什么呢!我的小伙伴建议:“我们来玩推雪人如何呢?”灿烂的明珠中满是期待的目光,微微勾起的嘴唇凸现了他内心的高兴。那时的他正在望着我,等待着我的回应。我微微一笑,心想:算了,让他高兴一会儿吧,反正我现在也无聊。于是,我在小男孩满是期待的眼瞳里说出了他期待的回答:“好啊,好啊,堆雪人**玩了。”果不其然,小男孩听到这句话后,原本灿烂的眼瞳一下子亮起来,显得更加绚丽多彩。哎,他是高兴了,但是我不会啊。我郁闷的想到。那时我脸上的表情除了郁闷就是更加郁闷。


这一幕被妈妈看到了,她看着我那郁闷的表情,不由得呵呵一笑,我瞪了她一眼,她这才把脸上幸灾乐祸的表情收起来。说着:“童稚兴来投雪仗,奶呼百次也不归。要不要妈妈来教你堆雪人啊?”至今想起来那时候的自己倒也是单纯,妈妈随便的几句诗,就把自己打发了。这不,我嘟着嘴巴对妈妈说:“这可是你自己教我的,不是我不会啊!”我那傲娇的样子到时把妈妈给逗笑了,“好,好,是妈妈自己要教你的,不是你不会!”说着,她先用手把地上的雪捧起来,再捏成个球,放在地上滚啊滚啊,雪球由小慢慢变大,我的脸上也由郁闷变得越来越高兴,但是我的心里却很奇怪,妈妈不冷吗?但是看到了雪球越来越大,立马就把这个想法抛掷飞天了……从此以后,我经常在我的好伙伴面前炫耀,我有一个好妈妈,但是妈妈手上的伤痕是怎么回事啊,不痛吗?我曾不止一次的问过妈妈这样一句话,妈妈对此总是说:“有妈妈的小棉袄,妈妈的手怎么可能痛呢?”但我却不相信,因为妈妈手上的伤痕是多么刺眼,多么触目惊心。现在我长大了,也知道妈妈手上伤痕的由来,为了什么呢?我曾不止一次的想过这个问题,现在我知道了,为了我的快乐。


“雪人雪仗师生乐,摄景摄容老少欢。”好一副其乐融融的景象,其实吧,每一个冬天看似相同,却又不同,只不过是因人而异罢了。那一幕深深印在了我的脑海里,**不散!为什么呢?因为手上的伤口可以愈合,但是心灵的创伤却无法磨灭。


参考翻译:

"I haven't seen winter snow for many years, and the city is full of snow overnight." Oh, boy! When I heard this poem again, it was like a heady rope, which affected me to go to the beautiful memories in my heart. Although it was six years later, the memory was deeply imprinted in my heart. When winter goes and spring comes, everything in the world has infinite reincarnation. From then on, I don't know how many seasons have already passed, how many creatures have been wiped out from the world, and how many years have passed? But I still can't forget the shocking wound, which brought me the trauma of my heart.


I still vaguely remember December 7th, that is, during the heavy snow festival. What a beautiful scene of flying butterflies, white blankets on the ground, brand-new clothes on birch trees and beautiful makeup on the lake! And in the middle of these beautiful scenery, two children are playing happily. "Ha ha!" The childlike voice still haunts my ears. I was discussing with my little friend what to play! My little friend suggested, "How about playing snowman?" The bright pearl is full of expectant eyes, and the slightly evoked lips highlight his inner happiness. At that time, he was looking at me and waiting for my response. I smiled and thought: Forget it, make him happy for a while, anyway, I am bored now. So, I told the little boy's expectant answer in the eye pupil: "OK, OK, snowman is the most fun." Sure enough, after the little boy heard this sentence, the original bright eye pupil suddenly lit up and became more colorful. Well, he is happy, but I won't. I'm depressed to think. At that time, the expression on my face was more depressed than depressed.


This scene was seen by my mother. She looked at my depressed expression and couldn't help smiling. I stared at her, and then she put away her gloating expression. He said, "Childish is happy to throw a snowball fight, but he never returns when he cries a hundred times. Do you want your mother to teach you how to make a snowman? " Up to now, I think that I was simple at that time, and my mother sent myself away with a few poems. No, I pouted and said to my mother, "You taught me this yourself, not that I can't!" My proud look made my mother laugh. "Okay, okay, it's mom who wants to teach you, not you!" Said, she first held the snow on the ground with her hands, then pinched it into a ball, and rolled it on the ground. The snowball grew slowly from small to big, and my face became more and more happy from depressed, but my heart was very strange. Isn't my mother cold? But when I saw the snowball getting bigger and bigger, I immediately threw this idea into the sky ... Since then, I often show off in front of my good friends, I have a good mother, but what happened to the scar on my mother's hand, didn't it hurt? I have asked my mother such a sentence more than once, and my mother always said: "How can my mother's hand hurt when she has her little cotton-padded jacket?" But I don't believe it, because the scars on my mother's hands are so dazzling and shocking. Now that I have grown up, I also know the origin of the scars on my mother's hands. For what? I have thought about this problem more than once, and now I know it, for my happiness.


"Snowman snowballs teachers and students are happy, taking pictures and taking pictures." What a happy scene. In fact, every winter looks the same, but it is different, just different from person to person. That scene is deeply imprinted in my mind, and will never come loose! Why? Because the wounds on the hands can heal, but the wounds on the soul can't be erased.


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