Life is like journey, in this time of journey, we always can take a lot of beautiful views. That the most beautiful scenery is exclusive however, it is illuminated as a piece piece, forever calm case was in in my memory.
人生如旅途，在这趟旅途中，我们总能捕捉到许多美丽的风景。那最美丽的风景却是唯一的，它就如同一张照片，永远地定格在了我的记忆中。
That day, I ate dinner early, go boreal lakefront takes a walk. Catching up with the setting sun fall on the west, the edge returned the fiery sun that did not fall that day, ethereal cloud, the water in the lake an incarnadine, with the emerald green weeping willow of lakefront, the building of street edge of primitive simplicity formed a beautiful picture scroll.
那天，我早早地吃完了晚饭，去北湖边散步。正赶上夕阳西下，那天边还未落尽的火红的太阳，将天上的云，湖中的水都一起染红了，与湖边的翠绿的垂柳，街边古朴的建筑构成了一幅美丽的画卷。
Bian Xin goes to admiring the scenery of lakefront by the side of me, at this moment a form drew my attention, that is one wears Bai Yi, having one the head is pitch-black the woman of straight hair, the age and my similar, that one Bai Yi is in this one fiery in particularly conspicuous. She so quiet that sit on a bench, brandish what the paintbrush in beginning is drawing on the picture clip before. Indistinct, the apply colours to a drawing on the picture mix that I see her leaves come to red, with the be in harmony of red harmonious ground all round for an organic whole. “ she is the picture of scenery of the setting sun that painting this beauty certainly! Looking to know is an art worker, connect a back so comely! ” thinks the edge accelerated footstep collect by the side of me in the past.
我边走边欣赏着湖边的景色，这时有一个身影吸引了我的注意，那是一个身穿白衣，有着一头乌黑直发的女子，年龄与我相仿，那一袭白衣在这一片火红中特别显眼。她正安静得坐在一个板凳上，挥动着手中的画笔在面前的画夹上画着些什么。隐隐约约地，我看到她的画夹上渲染开来一片红，与周围的红和谐地融为了一体。“她一定是在画这美丽的夕阳风景图吧！一看就知道是个美术工作者，连背影都这么清秀！”我边想边加快了脚步凑了过去。
Just went by, I disappointed. The where that so she draws is graph of scenery of what the setting sun, what she draws is to connect me this picture is crazy the sun that can draw well. That sun is drawn screwily, do not have even color superior. I can't help talking in whispers in a low voice: “ what, still thinking formerly is art worker, look now of the picture be inferior to even me! The sound that ” is my dissatisfaction probably was heard by her, she slowly turn aside comes. Ah! Good the face of show of a piece of clear composition, but, but, her eye …… sees when me she ases if then unconscious mirage, when the eye that does not have a focus, I can't help the one shake in the heart, amazed ground made reputation: “ you, you are a blind! ” she goes up immediately red face, low first, feel embarrassed the ground says: I know “ I am drawn badly, I also know I am impossible to had been drawn. But you see on drawing paper, it is I represent the ground sincerely the sun in my heart, although I cannot see, but I can be experienced attentively, those who experience the sun is fiery, blazing, experience it to bring my warmth and hope! Here when, appear a little excited. She catchs say: I have deep love for “ as a child art, but I cannot see any color however, what can see merely is that forever black. When I contradict because of oneself condition and dreamy photograph and distressing every time, I can come here picture sun. I think this promising source also has even the sun when falling to climb again, do I have again why to plant ground does not face these difficulty? I want a face up to everything, receive sun of each days strongly! ” listened her what one says during a conversation, I not by be stupefied, for a long time just has answered a god to come, say excitedly to her: The sun that you draw “ , it is the most beautiful sun that I had seen, can you send a piece to make commemoration day to me? After ” woman lets, get off self-confidently from picture clip picture, handed I. I had received a picture at once, grave ground one bowed to her ……
刚一走过去，我便失望了。原来她画的哪是什么夕阳风景图呀，她画的是连我这个画痴都能画得好的太阳。那太阳画得扭扭曲曲的，连颜色都没上好。我不由得小声嘀咕着：“什么嘛，原先还以为是美术工作者，现在看来画的连我都不如！”大概是我不满的声音被她听见了，她慢慢地转过脸来。啊！好一张清作文秀的脸，可，可是，她的眼睛……当我看到她那仿佛蒙着雾气，没有焦点的眼睛时，我不由得心里一震，惊奇地叫出了声：“你，你是个盲人！”她顿时涨红了脸，低下头，不好意思地说：“我知道我画得不好，我也知道我不可能画好。但是你在画纸上看到的，是我真心描绘地我心中的太阳，我虽然看不到，但我能用心感受，感受太阳的火红、炽热，感受它带给我的温暖与希望！”她说到这里时，显得有些激动。她接着说道：“我从小热爱美术，但我却看不到任何色彩，仅仅能看到的是那永远地黑色。每当我因自身条件和梦想相矛盾而沮丧时，我就会来这儿画太阳。我想连太阳这光明之源也有落下去再爬起来的时候，我又有何种理由不来面对这些困难呢？我要勇敢地面对一切，坚强地迎接每一天的太阳！”听了她的一席话，我不由愣住了，许久才回过神来，激动地对她说：“你画的太阳，是我见过的最美的太阳，你能送一张给我做纪念吗？”女子听后，自信地从画夹上取下画，递给了我。我连忙接过画，庄重地向她鞠了一躬……
From now on, left a such views in my memory: Woman of a white garment stands below the setting sun, gentle breeze is swaying her that pitch-black long hair, she is drawing the sun hard. I know that is the sun in her heart, it is the most beautiful scenery in my eye.
从此，在我的记忆中便留下了这样一道风景：一名白衣女子站在夕阳下，微风吹拂着她那乌黑的长发，她正在努力地画着太阳。我知道那是她心中的太阳，是我眼中最美的风景。(文/金洋杏)