What arranging thick and fast on screen is us this month takes an examination of a rank. The line of sight glides slowly, the uneasiness in the heart a inch of one very little ground is deepening what …… takes an examination of and also pay no attention to want, 4 course did not highlight, even before the liberal art that I am good at suffers a defeat again and again, science department need not say …… more I the effort of this month resembles is a jest. Carrying the evening on the lamp to study by oneself in scheduled time in the evening, is colour of sky returned in the morning not does dawn get up for what is everything of …… all these? The motivation of my that little begins abreaction ……
屏幕上密密集集排列着的是我们这次的月考排名。视线慢慢下滑，心中的不安也一寸一寸地在加深……考的并不理想，四门科目没有突出的，连以往我所擅长的文科都连连失利，理科更是不用说了……我这个月的努力就像是个笑话。晚上挑着灯上晚自习，早上天色还未晓就起床……这一切的一切又是为了什么？我那一点点的动力开始消散……
Sad, disturbed, faint, ignorant ground ended the study of a week, return the home like the ground like pull wires puppet in. Frowsty frowsty ground, him coop room, chain everything, do not want to do think, try to go the cruelty of escapism.
难过着，不安着，无力着，浑浑噩噩地结束了一周的学习，就像牵线木偶般地回到家里。闷闷地，将自己关进房间，把一切都锁住，不想去做思考，试图去逃避现实的残酷。
Maternal concern is helpless outside the room soft tone persuades: “ goes out go, breath issues fresh air, often closing oneself. ” did not hear my response, the mother also says more no longer. After making sound sigh gently only, left. My nature is the care that understands her, gently ground opened a door, the shoe was changed in porch place, pulling heavy pace day park to go.
母亲担心又无奈地在房外柔声劝道：“去外面走走吧，呼吸下新鲜空气，别老关着自己。”没有听到我的回复，母亲也不再多说。只作了声轻叹后便离去了。我自然是明白她的关心的，轻手轻脚地打开了房门，在玄关处换了鞋，拖着沉重的步伐朝公园走去。
Dim cloud obscured the brightness of sun warmth, head on and the cool idea that the breeze that come also took filar silk, little is gotten into the whole body from the sleeve of small open, I can'ted help hitting cold quiver.
暗淡的云彩遮住了太阳温暖的光辉，迎面而来的微风也带上了丝丝的凉意，一点点从微敞的衣袖钻进了全身，我不由得打了个寒颤。
Hearing the voice that leaf rustle makes sound, those who experiencing Chu Qiu is lonesome. “ phut- - blare broke ” noiseless. Attention is transferred entirely, I seek composition audio source curiously. See an about however 7, little boy of 8 years old by greatly the bicycle is being pressed, his mother comes immediately, after coming to bicycle uprear, hasten the condition of an injury that examines the child. I am apart from with theirs, not far not close, just can be clear about the conversation that hears them. “ we did not drill today. The eaves of maternal small frown of ” little boy. Ground of scrupulous of move big eye is opposite little boy blink his mother path: “ but, mom, I am returned won't. ”“ won't have what concern, you got hurt today, it is a bit better to wait say again. ” his maternal Wen Sheng. “ mom, I do not want to abandon, our teacher said, do a thing to cannot quit, that is the thing that recreant wizard does. Track of raise of ” little boy. These audition be like slight speech to be like however heavy stroke is in a cobble my atrium, resembling is the air that invigorates my display vigour.
听着树叶沙沙作响的声音，感受着初秋的寂寥。“砰--”一声巨响打破了寂静。注意力全部转移，我好奇地寻找作文声音的来源。却见一个约莫七、八岁的小男孩被一辆大大的自行车压着，他的母亲应声赶来，把自行车扶起来后，赶忙查看孩子的伤势。我与他们的距离，不远不近，刚好能够清楚听到他们的对话。“我们今天就不练了吧。”小男孩的母亲微蹙眉宇道。小男孩眨巴着大眼睛一板一眼地对他母亲道：“可是，妈妈，我还不会呢。”“不会有什么关系，你今天都受伤了，等伤好一点再说吧。”他的母亲温声道。“妈妈，我不想放弃，我们老师说了，做事情不可半途而废，那是胆小鬼才做的事。”小男孩扬声道。这些听似轻微的话语却如一颗颗石子重重击打在我的心房，像是鼓舞我振作的旋律。
I see trip of his over and over again, abrade of over and over again, …… of contrail of deviate of over and over again also sees his over and over again climbs, the over and over again wipes besmirch, the over and over again returns …… of the right path hard as if to also a saw is worn in drag in the heart complex mood …… is final, the boy is stepping on what the bicycle freelies in the park to moving back and forth, yi of the Yi on the face that the beautiful smile below the setting sun covers besmirch in him is unripe brightness ……
我看见他一次又一次地摔倒，一次又一次地擦伤，一次又一次地偏离轨迹……也看见他一次又一次地爬起来，一次又一次地擦拭污渍，一次又一次地努力回到正轨……心中仿佛也有把锯子在拉扯着复杂的情绪……最终，男孩踩着自行车在公园中自如的穿梭着，夕阳下明媚的笑容在他布满污渍的脸上熠熠生辉……
Days Qing Dynasty is shallow, old other people not character. Every time when the mood is immersed in trough, then Zhang Chuncui's smiling face can emerge the mind in me, this, became our bank to go in the motivation of the boundless universe.
时光清浅，旧物不言。每次情绪陷入低谷时，那张纯粹的笑颜便会浮现在我的心头，这，成了我行走在大千世界的动力。