继续,花别凋零_500字

时间:2010-01-10 08:05:24

  九月的一场雨,让这个北国城镇又多了几分寒意。

  我坐在窗前听雨。淅沥淅沥,它还是如旧的声音。一滴一滴,串成美丽的珠子,再一颗一颗破碎。然后,灰色的水泥墙面便濡湿一片。它不停,它继续下着。

  我要走的时候,他依旧零星的飘着,不过小了很多。

  柏油马路因为有了它而变得湿润。我低下头看的时候,他像一面镜子。我的模样,身后的树,都清晰可见。我记得,不久前,我也这样看过。但与那时候相比,我没什么改变,只是身后的树,从墨绿换成了棕黄。秋天,就这样一点一点的覆盖我的视线,我几乎连夏的影子都看不到了。

  故事已然到了季节更替的末尾。

  身上绚烂的颜色也藏在了衣柜里。总得有点淡雅的感觉,才能够符合这个季节的气质。看着路边的梧桐,我倏然发现,昨天我看见他的时候还是绿的。但今天,树冠已经变成了深棕色。我猛然想起,九月就要走到末尾了。似乎是有点突然。

  不过想想也是,身边的朋友又换了一轮。

  青春开始从杂乱无章的前奏,渐渐转入有序的主歌部分。

  可惜的是,我并没有闻到那所谓的“硝烟弥漫”的味道。但老师的字字珠玑时刻提醒着我,我们正在经历中考。或许是那紧张的氛围还没有酝酿出来的缘故,我并没有很真切的感觉到老师说的是真的。

  为了我所向往的乌托邦,而不顾一切的奋斗。

英文版:

A rain in September made the northern town feel more chilly.

I sat at the window listening to the rain. Patter, it is still like the old sound. Drop by drop, string into beautiful beads, and then a broken. Then, the gray concrete wall will be wet. It doesn't stop. It goes on.

When I want to go, he is still floating sporadically, but much smaller.

The asphalt road is wet because of it. When I look down, he looks like a mirror. My appearance, the trees behind me, are clearly visible. I remember, not long ago, I saw it the same way. But compared with that time, I didn't change much, just the trees behind me changed from dark green to brown. Autumn, on such a little bit of coverage of my line of sight, I can hardly even see the shadow of summer.

The story is at the end of the season.

The gorgeous colors are also hidden in the wardrobe. Always have a little elegant feeling, to be able to meet the temperament of this season. Looking at the Wutong on the roadside, I suddenly found that I saw green yesterday when I saw him. But today, the crown has turned dark brown. It suddenly occurred to me that September was coming to the end. It seems a little sudden.

But think about it, my friends have changed again.

Youth began to move from the disorderly prelude to the orderly main song.

Unfortunately, I did not smell the so-called "smoke filled" smell. But the teacher's every word reminds me that we are experiencing the entrance examination. Perhaps it is the tense atmosphere has not brewed out the reason, I did not really feel that the teacher said is true.

For the utopia that I yearn for, and desperate struggle.