续写《穷人》_1000字

时间:2014-10-30 06:51:24

  “噢,天啊!”渔夫惊叫起来,“你为什么不早些告诉我呢!”

  “我……我……”桑娜支吾了起来。

  “你做得太对哩!”渔夫大声说。

  “嘘,小点儿声,不要吵醒他们,他们睡得正香甜呢。”

  渔夫举着马灯慢慢靠近两个孩子,粉嫩的小脸蛋在摇曳的灯光下显得十分可爱。渔夫赶快熄了灯,因为现在,在家里点一盏马灯都是十分奢侈的。他苦涩的笑了笑,喃喃道:“我们总能熬过去的,我们总能熬过去的……上帝保佑,阿门!”桑娜看着丈夫,收拾着补好的帆,心里几分心疼几分愁,她的心里也清楚这个家会因为这两个小家伙的存在而更加捉襟见肘,但他们会一直为这些小家伙们努力着。

  天刚蒙蒙亮,渔夫便起床换好衣服,准备出海打渔,桑娜拿出补好的帆和网,交给了渔夫,并把用破布织成的围巾围在他脖子上,有些担心的说:“我在上街卖编制品时听说这几天气温一直在下降,海面上会起风,引起海啸,你一定要小心啊!如果实在打不到鱼就赶快回家吧!别让我们担心……”渔夫从桌子上拿起烤好的黑面包,包在了一块手帕里:“放心吧!我现在要走了,照看好孩子们啊……”说完,他推开门走了出去。桑娜目送着丈夫,直到丈夫和他的小船消失在了她的视线内。

  一阵清新的海风吹来,衣着单薄的桑娜觉得有些发冷。她关上了门,坐在了火炉旁,干起了她的活儿细心地编织起渔网来……

  当清晨的第一缕光透过天窗,照在桑娜略微红肿的手上,她抬起头,搓了搓手,并把织好的几张渔网装在一个用剑麻编成篮子里。她站起身来,拉开了帐子。孩子们睡的正香。桑娜不忍叫醒他们,只好把早餐摆在桌子上,自己拎着篮子,顶着外面的大风,在这个偏僻的小渔村里挨家挨户的推销渔网。因为这个小渔村的村民都几乎是靠打渔为生,所以,也没有多少人有钱来买渔网,除了必须要用到渔网的时候。因此,桑娜在中午就回到了家,她今天只赚到了1戈比和两本儿童读物。

  暮色已深,古老的钟发哑的、准确无误的敲了十下,十一下……孩子们都已经睡下了。只有桑娜,还在等待他的丈夫打渔归来。波涛的轰鸣和狂风的怒吼声再次在桑娜耳边回荡。桑娜惴惴不安,可外面又黑又冷……

  当钟声又敲回第一下时,门嘎吱一声被推开了。桑娜悬着的心落地了。她一把搂住渔夫:“哦,亲爱的,你可算回来了,我担心死了……今天有没有收获?孩子们都睡了……”“唉,”渔夫叹了口气,“今天在海上遇上风暴,险些送命,更别谈收获了,连渔网都破的不像样儿了……”“没关系,只要你回家就好!我们还有不少小麦可以做面包。”桑娜接过破旧的渔网,“我给你织一个新的吧!这个破渔网还可以织三四件孩子们夏天穿的小衬衫哩……”

六年级:吴F玄

英文版:

"Oh, my God!" The fisherman exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I I... " Sonna faltered.

"You've done the right thing!" Cried the fisherman.

"Hush, be quiet. Don't wake them up. They are sleeping soundly."

The fisherman holding the lantern slowly close to the two children, pink face in the flickering light is very lovely. The fisherman quickly turned off the light, because now, it is very luxurious to light a lantern at home. He gave a bitter smile and murmured, "we can always get through it, we can always get through it God bless you, Amen Sonna looked at her husband, packing up the mended sails. She felt a little bit distressed and worried. She also knew that the family would be more stretched out because of the existence of these two little guys, but they would always work hard for them.

Just before dawn, the fisherman got up and changed his clothes and was ready to go fishing. Sanna took out her mended sails and nets and gave them to the fisherman. She put a scarf made of rags around his neck. She was worried and said, "I heard that the temperature has been falling in the past few days when I was on the street selling knitted products. The wind on the sea will cause tsunami. You must be careful! If you can't catch fish, go home quickly! Don't let us worry... " The fisherman picked up the baked black bread from the table and wrapped it in a handkerchief: "don't worry! I'm leaving now. Take care of the children... " Then he opened the door and went out. Sonna watched her husband until her husband and his boat were out of sight.

A fresh sea breeze blew, and Sonna felt chilly in her thin clothes. She closed the door, sat down by the fire, did her work, and carefully weaved the fishing net

When the first light of the morning shone through the skylight on Sonna's slightly red and swollen hands, she raised her head, rubbed her hands, and put several nets woven into a basket made of sisal hemp. She stood up and opened the tent. The children are sleeping soundly. Unable to bear to wake them up, Sanna had to set breakfast on the table, carry her basket and push the fishing net door to door in this small remote fishing village. Because most of the villagers in this small fishing village make a living by fishing, there are not many people who have the money to buy Fishing nets, except when they have to use them. As a result, Sonna returned home at noon, earning only one Gobi and two children's books today.

The dusk is already deep, the ancient clock has struck ten times, eleven times The children are all asleep. Only Sonna, still waiting for her husband to return from fishing. The roar of the waves and the roar of the wind echoed in Sonna's ears again. Sonna was nervous, but it was dark and cold outside

When the bell struck the first time again, the door creaked open. Sonna's hanging heart fell to the ground. She put her arms around the fisherman and said, "Oh, dear, you're back. I'm so worried Did you get anything today? The children are all asleep... " "Well," sighed the fisherman, "I nearly lost my life in a storm at sea today, not to mention the harvest. Even the fishing net was broken like a fish..." "Never mind, as long as you go home! We still have a lot of wheat to make bread. " Sonna took the old net. "I'll make you a new one! This broken fishing net can also weave three or four little shirts that children wear in summer... "

Grade 6: Wu Fuxuan