一条爱做梦的路_450字

时间:2018-07-06 23:37:24

  河畔上,延伸着一条小路,浓密。高高的芦苇将它紧紧拥抱。没有日光,没有人迹,偶尔有小鸟掠过,也只是瞬间即逝。幽静和寂寞,依然是它生命的主题。
  几乎没有人光顾它,偶尔,几只田鼠大摇大摆走过,它写满沧桑的脸上,便印上几行零乱的脚印。它应该是幸福的,不是吗?无论春花秋月。阴晴圆缺,永远有花草分担它的喜怒哀乐,永远有昆虫乐队为它深情地伴奏,几一缕淡淡清爽的野花是它发际灿烂的饰品。然而,没有人听懂它不断发出的声声叹息……
  它的生命在平淡中消逝着,岁月如流,每当远出的大哥骄傲的亮起万盏灯火,甚至发出劳累。痛苦的呻吟是,它总是暗自神伤:这,大概就是我的悲哀了吧!
  野花败了一季又一季,芦苇枯了一茬又一茬,而那安静的路,却好像什么也不曾变过……它希望,不,它渴望,渴望有人惊喜的发现它,更渴望有人能认识自己,了解自己,渴望自己能给人们一个欢乐的天堂,自己的身上有数不清的花儿,身边的小河在欢快的唱歌,有时,它也会做梦。梦中,一双双熟悉而又陌生的脚印在它身上踩过,欢乐的奔走,留下的没有痛苦,只有幸福……
  河畔上,延伸着一条爱做梦的路,静静的,好像在思索什么……

英文版:

On the Bank of the river, there is a path, dense. The tall reed hugs it. There is no sunlight, no human trace, occasionally birds passing by, but only fleeting. Quiet and lonely, is still the theme of its life.

Few people patronize it, occasionally, a few voles swagger past, it is full of vicissitudes of life on the face, then printed a few lines of messy footprints. It should be happy, isn't it? Regardless of spring flowers and Autumn Moon. There are always flowers and plants to share its joys and sorrows, insect bands will always accompany it affectionately, and a wisp of light and fresh wild flowers are its brilliant ornaments at the hairline. However, no one can understand its continuous sigh

It's life is fading away in the plain, every time far away big brother proud to light up thousands of lights, even issued tired. The moan of pain is that it is always secretly sad: This is probably my sorrow!

The wild flowers have lost season after season, the reeds have withered one after another, and the quiet road seems to have never changed It hopes, no, it yearns, yearns for someone to find it in surprise, more eager for someone to know themselves, to understand themselves, to be able to give people a happy paradise, their body has countless flowers, the river around them is singing happily, sometimes, it will dream. In the dream, a pair of familiar and strange footprints have stepped on it, the joy of running, leaving no pain, only happiness

On the Bank of the river, there is a road of dreaming, quietly, as if thinking about something