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1当一缕月光透过窗户,洒在我的书桌上时,我知道,中秋快到了。关上灯,书桌仿佛被月光镀上了一层白银,朦胧、美好、洁净。我知道,这样的月夜,她一定会出现。那年我五岁,坐在月光下的院子里吃月饼。妈妈是位医生,她一直限制我吃甜食,但中秋节是个例外。我正吃着月饼,突然看见一团白绒绒的东西正在草丛里蠕动。我吓了—跳,手里的月饼也掉在了地上。她从院子里的草丛里跳了出来。奇怪,在她跳出来的那一瞬间,我心里的害怕却一丁点儿都没有了。我像见到了最最熟悉最最依赖的亲人一样,不由自主地迎向她。
1 When a moonlight shines through my window and spills on my desk, I know Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Turn off the lights, the desk seems to be coated with a layer of silver moonlight, hazy, beautiful, clean. I know, such a moonlit night, she will appear. That year I was five years old, sitting in the moonlight yard to eat moon cake. Mom is a doctor, she has been limiting me to eat sweets, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is an exception. I was eating moon cake, I suddenly saw a white stuffed things are creeping in the grass. I was shocked - jump, the hands of the moon cake also fell to the ground. She jumped out of the grass in the yard. Strangely, the moment of her jump, my heart’s fear is a little bit gone. I like to see the most familiar and most dependent relatives, involuntarily welcome her.