细数心中的风景

人生路长，一路走来，四周的风景何其绚丽，蔚蓝天边的大海以及那海天相吻的弧线，深蓝莫测的夜空以及那钻石般璀璨的群星。偶尔，我也想，坐在沙滩裸露的岩石上，听着海风，拉开记忆的丝带，打开心的锦盒，细数心中的风景。

那是多年前的一个午后，阳光是一如既往的灿烂，我在窗下阅读。巨大而透明的落地窗将阳光拥入房间的怀抱，风铃的影子投在地板上，仿佛就要叮当作响。我慢慢合上书本，起立，舒展身体，慢步走向客厅，也许，一杯红茶是个不错的选择。

路过阳台，洗衣机的盒子里还泡着一件衬衫，上面透明的泡泡把阳光折得五彩缤纷。我正疑惑妈妈去哪了，转角进客厅，一幅风景就这样不经意地投到了我的心底。

妈妈斜躺在沙发上，睡得很熟，头发有些凌乱，额前的发丝贴在额头上，汗水已干。妈妈的右手搭在白色的沙发靠垫上，微微弯曲，左手垂在沙发上，手指上有些许滑腻：是还未洗干净的泡沫吗？我轻触了一下妈妈的手，有些凉。我转身，轻手轻脚地走向房间，为妈妈抱一床被子。   

当我再次回到客厅时，妈妈还在熟睡，我轻轻地走过去，把被子放下，又小心地给妈妈盖好，掖了掖被角，抬头看着妈妈。   

妈妈的睫毛忽然动了动，我担心惊醒了妈妈，却见妈妈的嘴角舒出一抹浅浅的笑意。   

窗外的阳光退去了，另有一束阳光却洒满心底，妈妈，您一定做了一个甜美的梦吧！我小心翼翼地离开，回头，将这一幕美丽的风景悄悄截取，封存在了心中最柔软的角落，永远不会忘记。

心盒里的风景灿烂，而这一片却尤为夺目，海风拂过，我轻轻合上心的锦盒，珍藏心中的风景，突然地，我想起一句很温柔的话语：愿时光，不老去。

英语翻译：

Life is a long journey, and along the way, the surrounding scenery is so gorgeous, the blue sky by the sea and the arc that kisses the sea and the sky, the dark blue night sky and the bright diamond-like stars. Occasionally, I also want to sit on the exposed rocks on the beach, listen to the sea breeze, pull the ribbon of memory, open the brocade box of my heart, and count the scenery in my heart.

It was an afternoon many years ago, and the sun was as bright as ever. I read under the window. The huge and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows swept the sunlight into the embrace of the room, and the shadow of the wind chime cast on the floor, as if it was about to clink. I slowly closed the book, stood up, stretched my body, and walked slowly towards the living room. Maybe a cup of black tea is a good choice.

Passing by the balcony, there was a shirt in the box of the washing machine, and the transparent bubbles on it made the sunlight colorful. I was wondering where my mother was, and I turned into the living room around the corner, and a landscape fell into my heart inadvertently.

Mother was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly, her hair was a little messy, her forehead hair was sticking to her forehead, and her sweat was dry. Mother’s right hand rested on the white sofa cushion, slightly bent, her left hand hung on the sofa, her fingers were a little greasy: Is it unwashed foam? I touched my mother's hand, it was a bit cold. I turned around, walked gently to the room, and hugged a quilt for my mother.

When I returned to the living room again, my mother was still asleep, I walked over gently, put down the quilt, and carefully covered the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, and looked up at her.

My mother's eyelashes moved suddenly, and I was worried that I would wake up my mother, but I saw a slight smile on the corners of my mother's mouth.

The sunlight outside the window has receded, but another beam of sunlight filled my heart. Mom, you must have had a sweet dream! I left cautiously, turned back, and quietly intercepted this beautiful scene, sealed it in the softest corner of my heart, and will never forget it.

The scenery in the heart box is splendid, but this one is particularly eye-catching. The sea breeze blows, I gently close the brocade box of my heart, treasure the scenery in my heart, suddenly, I remembered a very gentle word: May time, not grow old.