白纸

其实，白纸也会哭泣，只是打湿的，终究还是它自己。——题记

“那时的我们还不懂事，单纯地就像一张白纸……”

广场上的音箱轰鸣出巨大的乐声，跌跌撞撞地冲进我的耳朵，我行走的脚步猛然一顿。白纸，这样一个平常的词语，却又将我拉回到几年前……

那时学校要举行一场全校性的演讲比赛，这当然少不了我，在当时，我的演讲水平几乎冠绝全校，这从第一场初赛便可看出来，我的演讲赢得了演堂喝彩。

这所以用几乎一词，是因为她。没错，她是为数不多能与我争锋的人。不过从某方面来说，她甚至要压我一头，那声情并茂的演讲即使是我也自愧不如。我能预感到，她将是我此次比赛最大的拦路虎。

初赛过后，她第一，我第二。

初赛之后一个星期便是决赛。那段日子，我几乎想方设法地要将她超越。可越是这样，我就越是毫无头绪。老师的期盼，同学的期待，仿佛山一样压在我身上。甚至当她已经在老师面前练习时，我连讲稿都没有写出来。我几乎绝望了。

决赛的前—天，课间操时间，同学们都下去做操，我一个人在教室里值日。我一边心不在焉地扫着地，一边思索着比赛。一抬头，赫然发现．她已经准备好的讲稿就放在桌上。我怔怔地盯着那讲稿，纸面上仿佛已经映出了她取胜后的得意笑容。一瞬间，我这些天的压力犹如山洪般奔涌了出来！我鬼使神差般地走过去，看了看四下无人，一咬牙，将她的讲话，除第一张外，全部换成了白纸……

比赛结果不难预料。但我却永远无法忘却她翻开第一页讲稿后惊愕的表情，我站在领奖席上，看着她站在台下肩膀一耸一耸地哭汪。泪水顺着她的脸落下来，每一滴都仿佛一柄重锤砸在我心上。我移开了目光……

在那之后不久，她便转走了。她始终没有追问是谁对讲稿动了手脚。听她的好友说，她带走了所有东西，却唯独留下了那沓白纸。也许，她是不想带走这场噩梦吧。

我拂摸着那些白纸，它们仿佛在微微颤抖着。若这些白纸有情，那天，它们一室是流着泪的吧？我的眼泪划过脸颊，滴在白纸上，湿润，无声……

英语翻译：

In fact, the white paper will cry too, it's just wet, it's still itself after all. --Inscription

"At that time, we were ignorant, just like a blank sheet of paper..."

The loudspeakers in the square roared loudly, stumbled into my ears, and my steps suddenly stopped. White paper, such an ordinary word, but it drags me back to a few years ago...

At that time, the school was going to hold a school-wide speech contest. Of course, I was indispensable. At that time, my speech level was almost the best in the school. This can be seen from the first preliminary contest. My speech won the auditorium's acclaim.

This is almost the term because of her. Yes, she is one of the few people who can compete with me. But in a way, she even wanted to crush me, and even I was ashamed of that emotional speech. I can foresee that she will be my biggest stumbling block in this game.

After the preliminary round, she was first and me second.

One week after the preliminary round is the final. During that period, I almost tried every means to surpass her. But the more so, the more clueless I am. The expectation of the teacher and the expectation of the classmates, like a mountain, weighed on me. Even when she was already practicing in front of the teacher, I didn't even write the speech. I am almost desperate.

The day before the finals, during the breaktime exercises, the students all went down to do exercises. I was on duty in the classroom by myself. I was absent-mindedly sweeping the floor while thinking about the game. When I looked up, I suddenly found out. The speech she had prepared was on the table. I stared at the speech blankly, as if her triumphant smile after winning was reflected on the paper. In an instant, my pressure these days rushed out like a flash flood! I walked over like a ghost, looked around no one, gritted my teeth, and replaced her speech with blank paper except for the first one...

The result of the game is not difficult to predict. But I can never forget her expression of consternation after turning over the first page of the speech. I stood on the award stand and watched her standing under the stage shrugging shoulders and crying. Tears fell down her face, and every drop was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart. I looked away...

Soon after that, she turned away. She never asked who had touched the script. Hearing from her friend, she took away everything, but only left the white paper. Maybe she didn't want to take away this nightmare.

I stroked the white papers, they seemed to be trembling slightly. If these blank papers were sentimental, they were in tears that day, right? My tears ran across my cheeks, dripping on the white paper, moist and silent...