Because recollect, the raise on corners of the mouth-高中英语阅读.doc

高中学习网 / c6j编辑 Because recollect, the raise on corners of the mouth-高中英语阅读Because recollect, the raise on corners of the mouth（因为回忆，嘴角上扬）纯正美文：As the growth of the age, all precipitated gradually to come down flightily, just discovering to there are a lot of things inside memory is such happiness, just, I already deviated from gradually they. Not beg looks for those once beautiful, because I am early clear, everything in the past has gone, what we can hold is those tentacle only can reach now, to going, can now and then comb memory just. I had returned old home rarely, because be brought up the following the family that I had had myself, oneself wife, oneself daughter, the heart has floated gradually from. My job is in with native place the lie between small town of one hill, when the look that becomes me every time crosses that mountain pass, I can make brief stop, nevertheless namely halt just. Often see somebody walks to go up in those hill roads that I once was familiar with most most, their back is to procrastinate often presbyterial long the setting sun. In my heart, native place had become a kind of distant place, opposite at me now in the heart to ego deviate from. Because this kind is distant, I also am not answered again once when pure. 10 years, it is I deviate from gradually the specific time of native place. When the life annual ring that becomes me has been been close to 30 rounds, as the overgrowth that shaves sordid beard forever, ability discovery, once the dream has left me further and further, I also cannot cash again junior when those acceptance to oneself, for example, let parents live on best house, no longer overworked, like that they hold out a back to take a walk leisurely in the village. Come how many years, for me, they are rushing about all the time, overworked is worn, be mentally and physically exhausted, to all people humbly. This kind of feeling is me all the time I detest, unfortunate is, I nowadays, be in early casual was used to this kind of lifestyle, also, understood them those philosophy about life. Ever remembered, I junior am how flighty, show state power, stimulate raise character; Knead in the eye do not get the least bit sand, to working cautious and conscientious, go after hard to the career. However now, all everything already gradually retreat, till melt into is aeriform. I want to prevent the happening of all these, just I discover, what I want everything what do, it is infructuous nevertheless just. Now, I want to shorten the life in the past only, shrink instantly, meet so recollect a lot of lesser, so wont old incompetent and ashamed, also need not be opposite in years of time denude before with a rustle quiver. Can be reality, let me however must the again and again is low the head goes. Once read article of Guo Yuhua, there is a word to make memory very deep inside: “ is right of the character be obsessed with, to the persistence of love, and pungent to the mankind the pity that big thorough realizes greatly is the 3 big pillar that prop up me to come down alive. ” once, I treated this word as oneself life is gnomic. But, reality lets what I see have us only the angle to money, to fame and gain yearning. Nevertheless, all these this give no cause for more criticism, because our everybody is right,oneself life has the fixed position that attributes his. In this blundering times, have oneself life cause, no matter whether he is exalted, do not have than what target, ignorant ground is living be close friends more. Scan widely looks, everybody indulges in the world in oneself, no matter on mahjong desk clang with a clang make sound, still be the Yao on wine desk 5 drink 6, everything is such blatant. I I want to seek a quiet corner, see a flock of mixing I must come loose alive weak person. It seems that I once had seen, appear again, whats did not see. When differ, I saw different life situation, then, had the different life of jackknife. I know, had run quickly of 3 we, when cannot returning 18 years old forever the sort of pure, also cannot wanton like in those days the ground runs again, loud forced smile, because this is a specific fact, have the reason of physiology, night also has social reason. In my heart, often imagining a such pictures: The setting sun falls on the west, I and wife sit relative to, the look of peaceful crosses the glass of the balcony, there is stroke of a breeze to pass in the house, what there are a few wild flowers in wind is aromatic, there is like sunshine resembling sootCan imagine, there is the moment of such countless happinesses in our life, but, we were not savouring everything well, because live because of making a living, also because of us already gradually blundering heart. Pass through the gap that this world closes, I saw those twisting air is medium ceaseless floating dust is increasing. One day, I walk out of a school gate, think of to go on the street, go out before long, close drip-drop squeezes assured source come down. Helpless, hide in the lanai of the other peoples house to take shelter from rain with a few pedestrians. The drip-drop that looks at big drop keeps falling, there is taste in air. Go head on a woman, 30 come year old, countenance is ordinary without strange, her hand, pulling to combing the girl of two small plait, see, that is her daughter, 2 people of mother and daughter are involving a head. The ground mutters to say in moms mouth: Early know to want to rain today, I should let you carrying the umbrella in the morning, such also wont the dress you is wringing, strange mother is actually bad, ought not to hit mahjong to uncle home, otherwise if, I also can carry the umbrella, the child, did you become cold? She plays the daughter to the front of the bosom, I feel to go inside the body that she wants to adopt the daughter into oneself, as if to have only such, his daughter just can feel warm like, in fact, that already was April weather, herself is worn rarely, and her shoulder and arm had been hit by rainwater wet. At this moment, the woman of accost of an old person beside also lets and everybody hides together, the woman shakes her head, say to want to hurried back the home cooks to the daughter, at this moment, well-meaning host lent a woman an umbrella, the woman wither, pulling the child to go, I follow the look in their back, discovered a very strange phenomenon, the woman is hitting an umbrella, but the umbrella fills the head in the daughter however, herself is drenching as before rain. Slowly, she goes far, disappear in my eye shot. Later, the person in rain is gradually much rise, everybody is hitting an umbrella, look far, this is the ocean of an umbrella. After rain stops, stroll a school, the detail in a lot of rainwater, already was forgotten by me slowly. The busy work in the same placing in the office change without the expression that notices me, natural, they also do not know the picture of this one human nature. They are worn in business as before, or is immersed oneself in work, or is talking about city of house price, car cheerly to still have oil price. Suddenly discovery, the circle that we live is in casual narrowed a lot of, so small that remain ourselves only. And our job also mode was changed a lot of, specializationed a lot of, we became a part on the machine gradually, turn in oneself limits only. Sat on the seat to want very long, cannot find an equal opportunity however, say oneself sensation to export. Of the office inclined on, it is my dormitory, listening to alarm clock to get up everyday, those once brave words, as before indistinct in side side echo. But it is in that way ambiguous. Because I always am busying, connect night, how much does my cerebra also cannot get to rest. The daughter was brought up gradually, he is the main subject that I live, she and wife, it is the full text that I live. All the time since, I want to write a few scripts for her, but facing computer of a blank, I do not know however from why to write case, those characters that I have, cant bear the weight of at all my love to her. Go up like the world all parental later, look for the love that is less than right written language to convey pair of children. This is me is confused, also be my affliction. Let him at leisure come down without the opportunity all the time, but everyday what am I busy doing again? To the life, I am having too much feeling. This, with a lot of people. But, today, facing on boundless and indistinct group on, I generated doubt suddenly, where is just my final a home to return to, where just has the grave that buries flesh of next my this body? Roam about inside oneself heart all the time, days is recording our footmark. Memory and yearning. Still have, every light goes and make, sunset and the life of breath. Perhaps, boundless and indistinct group of unknowable distance besides hill, it is my final a home to return to, be the place that should I reach? The spirit that I do not know me waves towards where fall, as if, that rootless float. Perhaps, 10 years ago, when I leave old home, I had become rootless float. Native place, a paragraph of memory that is me only just, a paragraph of graven memory. I tell about the beauty that the bound comes out outside the move to children, from inside their eye, I saw longing, of course, also having trifling confused. In native place, always have so a few other peoples, in central room among, keeping the name of ancestor. Actually I know, they also are not the earth here is worn, as my ancestor, from very far place all the way drift from place to place, just arrive at the corner that cannot find on this map. Nevertheless, they had treated here as oneself root. I am mixed me those ancestors are same, was destined already in the destiny drift from place to place, be destined to rush about already an alien land? Come a lot of years, facing the child with those euqally pure white paper, I am being told about and my life, my experience, my life experience, I think, I understood the life, I discover now, before the life, the child that I am a nursery school nevertheless child just, to this big book, perhaps I cannot be read forever understand. Return old home every time, see those better in the village, the furrow on the face is engraving the trace of days, in the eyes that satisfies then from them, I guess, memory in former days days, maybe is a happy thing! The day still is continueing, the course of development of life does not have terminus forever, after the metempsychosis of the again and again, we can discover, days old person is looking attentively at us with that youthful eyes as before, inside the eyes, having care, having gratified, also having be anxious triflingly. The hungry wind of boyhood already gradually far go, our cheek is felt, will be a brand-new season, although we are having too much memory to going, but, time forever wont because of our where individual 2 halt come down, we know only, a lot of after year, when farewell remembers everything todays, our corners of the mouth is met as before go up slightly raise. Resemble today, we recall the past event when exactly like. 名师翻译：随着年龄的增长，所有的浮躁都渐渐地沉淀了下来，才发现记忆里面有很多东西都是如此的美好，只是，我已渐渐地背离了它们。不乞求找回那些曾经的美丽，因为我早就明白，过去的一切都已经过去，我们所能把握的只是那些触手可及的现在，对于过去，只能偶尔梳理一下回忆而已。我已经很少回到老家了，因为长大以后的我已经有了自己的家庭，自己的妻，自己的女儿，心已经逐渐漂离。我工作在与老家一山之隔的小镇，每次当我的目光翻越那座山口的时候，我都会做短暂的停顿，不过也就是停顿而已。常常看见有人行走在那些我曾经最最熟悉的山路上，他们的身后是拖得老长老长的夕阳。在我的心里，老家已经成了一种遥远的所在，相对于我现在心里对于自我的背离。因为这种遥远，我再也回不到曾经儿时的单纯。十年，是我逐渐背离老家的具体时间。当我的人生年轮已经接近三十圈的时候，随着永远刮不干净的胡须的疯长，才发现，曾经的梦想已经离我越来越远，我再也无法兑现年少时对自己的那些承诺，譬如，让父母住上最好的房子，不再劳累，然他们挺起脊背在村里悠闲地散步。多少年来，为了我，他们一直奔波着，劳累着，心力交瘁，对着所有的人低声下气。这种感觉一直是我我厌恶的，不幸的是，如今的我，早在不经意间习惯了这种生活方式，也就，理解了他们那些关于人生的哲学。曾记得，年少的我是如何的轻狂，指点江山，激扬文字；眼睛里揉不得半点沙子，对工作兢兢业业，对事业苦苦追求。然而现在，所有的一切都已经逐渐退却，直至化为无形。我想阻止这一切的发生，只不过我发现，我所想做的一切，不过是徒劳而已。现在，我只想把过去的人生缩短，缩成须臾，这样就会少了很多回忆，就不会这么多年的碌碌无为而羞耻，也就不用在岁月对时间的剥蚀面前瑟瑟发抖。可是现实，让我却不得不一次又一次低下头去。曾经读过余华的一篇文章，里面有一句话让记忆很深：“对文字的痴迷，对爱情的执着，以及对人类苦痛大彻大悟的怜悯是支撑我活下来的三大支柱。”曾经，我把这句话当做了自己的人生格言。可是，现实让我看到的只有我们对金钱的追逐，对名利的向往。不过，这一切本无可厚非，因为我们每个人对自己的人生都有属于自己的定位。在这个浮躁的时代，拥有一份自己的人生目标，不管他是否高尚，都比什么目标都没有，浑浑噩噩地活着要好得多。放眼望去，每个人都沉迷在自己的世界里，无论麻将桌上的哗哗作响，还是酒桌上吆五喝六，一切都是如此的喧嚣。我我想寻找一个安静的角落，看到一群和我活得散淡的人。似乎我曾经看到过，又似乎，什么都没有看到。在不同的时候，我看到了不同的生活状况，于是，就有了重叠的不同的人生。我知道，已经奔三的我们，永远无法回到十八岁时的那种单纯，再也不能像那时一样放肆地奔跑，大声的苦笑，因为这是一个特定的事实，有生理的原因，夜也有社会的原因。在我的心里，常常幻想着这样一幅画面：夕阳西下，我与妻相对而坐，恬静的目光穿过阳台的玻璃，屋子里有一丝微风拂过，风中带着几丝野花的芬芳，阳光像烟尘一样弥漫着可以想象，我们的生活中有着无数这样美好的瞬间，但是，我们没有好好品味着一切，因因为生活，也因为我们早已逐渐浮躁的心。透过阳关的缝隙，我看见了空气中那些捻不断的浮尘越来越多。有一天，我走出校门，想到街上走走，出门不久，密密的雨滴就挤着落了下来。无奈之余，和几个行人躲在人家的房子的门廊里避雨。看着大滴的雨滴不停地落下，空气中有着些许凄冷的味道。迎面走来一个女子，三十来岁，面容平凡无奇，她的手，拉着一个梳着两条小辫的女孩，看得出来，那是她的女儿，母女二人都关着头。妈妈的口中喃喃地说：早知道今天要下雨，我早上就应该让你把伞带着，这样也就不会把你的衣服淋湿了，其实都怪妈妈不好，不该到叔叔家打麻将，否则的话，我也能将伞带着，孩子，你冷了吧？她把女儿拉到胸前，我感觉她要把女儿抱进自己的身体里面去，仿佛只有这样，他的女儿才会感到温暖似的，事实上，那已是四月天气，她自己都穿得很少，而且她的肩膀和袖子都已经被雨水打湿了。这时，身边的