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离别的滋味,如冬日空中飞扬的雪花,虽然看上去很美,但打在脸上很疼。这是苍天在我们漫长的人生道路上装上的一扇门,当孩子们银铃般的笑声洋溢在耳畔时,离别的痛苦已无法摆脱。又是那条古老的小巷,暗红色的砖瓦早已不如第一次与小伙伴们手拉手走进校园时那么鲜亮,还想起最后一次抹着泪走出校门的辛酸情景。朝阳如一盏橘色的心灯,把光散布在世界的每一个角落。树上、草丛中、砖瓦间、金红色的校门上,都被温暖的朝阳映衬着。我怀着沉重的心情踏入曾经的校园,一想到离别的滋味,心中就是一阵颤抖。说实话,我不愿离开这所让我无限留恋的校园。
Farewell to the taste, such as the snow flying in the winter sky, although it looks beautiful, but hit the face hurts. This is a door to Heaven in our long journey of life, and the pain of parting can no longer be separated when children’s silver-bellied laughter overflows with their ears. Is that the ancient alley, dark red brick has not as good as the first time with small partners walked hand in hand when entering the campus so bright, but also reminded the last time wiping tears out of school’s bitter scene. Sun like an orange heart light, spread the light in every corner of the world. Tree, grass, brick, golden red school gate, are backed by a warm sun. With a heavy heart I entered the campus once, thinking of the taste of parting, the heart is a trembling. To be honest, I do not want to leave the campus let me infinite nostalgia.