高一叙事作文:课间十分钟_800字

时间:2020-06-02 03:03:24

我有一本素描本,诉说了我满满的孤独……里面有三十五页,我画了二十八页。都是我下课时孤独中的大作。


我们班百分之九十九的人,在“你最喜欢什么课”中会回答“下课”。不,我不是。我是特例。我从今年起,一直讨厌下课。只要一听下课铃就会心烦意乱,感到不安。这与我曾经的性格是不相符的。曾经,我会拉着人玩;现在,我会在座位上画漫画。直到上课。没人陪。


对,就这么孤独。


又是一声让我厌烦的下课铃。“老师,您怎么不拖堂?”我喃喃说着。


我又开始完成孤独中的画作,不知道为什么,我又不由自主地画一些笑容可掬、跳跃的人物,从他们的表现中,根本看不到孤独、寂寞,和我蛮不相符的:“你在想什么呀?你怎么会笑?怎么会开心嘛!不可能的,这是你盼不来的,比摘星星还难十倍嘛!傻瓜!”我的内心传来一阵骂自己的声音。


“我,我好像和别人玩嘛!”不自觉中,我又画了一个大笑的少年,自己情不自禁地咯咯笑起来,但心里又是一阵阵酸。


“喂,一直在座位上宅着可不好哟,起来活动活动喽!”一个大大的拥抱捆住我。是余佳二(化名)。我内心情绪波动很大,心里又酸又甜。酸,是因为曾经,这个拥抱来自闺蜜,但后来,越来越冷了,友谊也不存在了;是因为太久太久没感受过了,而且是第二个人这样。


但我有点讨厌这种动作,是它让我温暖,也是它让我寒冷。但我又有点喜欢。我不知道我怎么办,反正心中的纠结都揪起来了,无所谓。


我不冷不热地说:“哦。”


余佳二不解地问:“什么嘛?这种奇观我不喜欢,你以前不是这样的,什么时候这么冷了?装酷也不是这样装的。”他悻悻地走了。我很后悔没留住她,与她讲话。但那一刻,她也许不知道,那是我最温暖的时刻。


我可能没有与别人交流、玩耍太久了,最近宅在角落画画太久了,都快把开心的感觉和别人忘掉了,太沉浸了,太孤独了,都快忘我了。


我真的太渴望有人陪我聊会儿天,哪怕五分钟,也能温暖我一天。


这真是个又酸又甜,像青苹果一样的课间十分钟。




英文版:

I have a sketch book, which tells of my loneliness There are thirty-five pages in it. I drew twenty-eight. It's all my loneliness after class.

Ninety nine percent of the students in our class will answer "after class" in "what class do you like best?". No, I'm not. I'm the exception. I've been hating class since this year. As long as you listen to the bell, you will be upset and uneasy. This is not consistent with my character. Once, I would pull people to play; now, I can draw cartoons on my seat. Until class. No company.

Yeah, so lonely.

It's another boring bell. "Teacher, why don't you stop?" I murmured.

I began to finish my paintings in solitude. I did not know why, I could not help but draw some smiling and jumping figures. From their performance, I could not see loneliness and loneliness at all, which was quite inconsistent with me: "what are you thinking? How can you laugh? How can you be happy! It's impossible. You can't expect it. It's ten times harder than picking stars! Fool A voice of abuse came from my heart.

"I, I seem to play with others!" Unconsciously, I drew a laughing teenager. I couldn't help giggling, but my heart was a burst of acid.

"Hello, it's not good to stay in your seat all the time. Get up and have some activities." A big hug bound me. It's Yu Jiaer (not his real name). My inner emotions fluctuate greatly, and my heart is sour and sweet. Sour, because once, the hug came from my best friend, but later, it became colder and colder, and the friendship did not exist; it was because I had not felt it for a long time, and it was the second person.

But I kind of hate this kind of action, it is it makes me warm, it also makes me cold. But I like it a little bit. I don't know how I do, anyway, the tangles in my heart are all pulled up, it doesn't matter.

I said, lukewarm, "Oh."

Yu Jia Er asked: "what? I don't like this kind of spectacle. You were not like this before. When was it so cold? That's not how you pretend to be cool. " He walked away resentfully. I regret not keeping her and talking to her. But at that moment, she may not know, it was my warmest moment.

Maybe I haven't communicated and played with others for a long time. I've been painting in the corner for a long time recently. I've almost forgotten the feeling of being happy with others. I'm so immersed and lonely that I almost forget myself.

I really long for someone to chat with me, even five minutes can warm my day.

This is really a sour and sweet, like green apples, 10 minutes between classes.