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人生中最美好的答案

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Issuing time:2022-03-29 10:58

奶奶去天国好几年了,但她留给我的最后的微笑,却恍如昨天。



小时候,爸妈在广东打工,作为奶奶的掌上明珠,我度过了童话般的童年生活。“又是一年三月三,风筝飞满天,牵着我的思念和梦幻,走回到童年。”无拘无束的我,天真地以为人生可以随心所欲,我心飞翔。我给奶奶唱歌、跳舞,奶奶总是笑得合不拢嘴:我被小朋友欺负,歇斯底里地哭喊着“要奶奶”。我痴痴地望着天上各色的风景,奶奶便用篦条、红纸给我做,尽管红纸糊得双手通红还被篾条刺破了指尖,奶奶仍笑眯眯地教我如何起步、松线、奔跑、拽线……




我的风筝终于飞上了天,也将我的梦想带到了蓝天白云之上°奶奶的笑容绽放在我的心底。于是,我轻声诵起了秦戈尔的《纸船》的填词版:“夜来了,我的脸埋在手譬里,/梦见我的风笔在子夜的星光下缓缓地浮泛前去。/睡仙坐在风笨上,带着满载着梦的篮子。”



我在快乐中完成了人生的第一份答案,那上面勾勒着快乐。


岁月像沙漏一般,在白驹过隙般的时光中流转。渐渐地,我长大了,很少见到爸妈了,不再无忧无虑,变得沉默寡言起来。看到别的同学相拥在妈妈的怀里里,爸爸的膝下,我就问自己:我该不是野孩子吧?[点评:心理描写,因为很难见到爸爸。妈妈,“我”变得自卑,沉默难言。



看到同学异样的目光时,我就如同断了线的风筝,顿时没了方向。我只好在泪眼婆娑中完成一个个答案,而那上面赫然印上了一一失败。


我想:灯火阑珊处,一定有父母的关怀。于是,我经常一个人静默在村头的大槐树下,遥望着父母远去的羊肠小道。奶奶看出了我的心事,事加疼爱我了,对我几乎是百依百顺。但我总觉得心中空荡荡的,怅然若失。为了缓解对父母的思念,我只好拼命读书、学习。深夜,我在台灯下奋笔疾书,喝着姐姐蹑手蹑脚端来的热气腾腾的牛奶;周末中午,我在餐桌上玩着手机,喝着奶奶喂到嘴里的香喷喷的大鱼大肉;下午,我在院坝里狂练身体,擦着奶奶轻手轻脚递过来的湿毛巾……


排比句式,描写奶奶小心翼翼地照顾“我”的生活,表现了奶奶对“我”的疼爱,甚至溺爱。

渐渐地,我重燃了梦想,梦想着长大后,给子女创造好的家庭、学习环境,绝不让亲情缺位。我在自信中完成了又一摞答案,那上面描绘着一-成功。当一张张白纸被我用岁月涂抹成五彩缤纷的时候,当我用稚嫩的双手完成任务生的答案的时候,奶奶却不堪病的折磨,撒手人寰了。犹记得见到病床上骨瘦如柴的奶奶时,我心如刀绞,强忍着眼泪。奶奶用干枯的手抚摸着我的脸蛋,笑盈盈地说:“乖,奶奶要走了,你长大了,懂事了,能干了,奶奶就……”

奶奶辞世前的叮嘱和笑容,成为了“我”人生中最美好的答案。


奶奶的笑容,定格在了我的心底,成为我人生中最美好的答案。

Grandma went to heaven for several years, but the last smile she left me was like yesterday.



When I was young, my parents worked in Guangdong, and as my grandma's jewel, I lived a fairy-tale childhood. "It's the third day of the third month of the year again, and the kite is flying all over the sky, holding my thoughts and dreams, and walking back to my childhood." I, unfettered, naively thought that life could be anything I wanted, and my heart was flying. I sang and danced to my grandmother, and she always laughed from ear to ear: I was bullied by children and cried hysterically, "I want grandma." I stared at the colorful scenery in the sky, and my grandma made it for me with grate strips and red paper. Although the red paper made my hands red and my fingertips were pierced by the strips, my grandma still smiled and taught me how to start and loosen up. Line, run, drag line...




My kite finally flew into the sky, and it also brought my dream to the blue sky and white clouds. Grandma's smile bloomed in my heart. So, I softly recited the lyric version of Qinger's "Paper Boat": "The night is coming, my face is buried in my hand, / I dreamed that my wind pen slowly floated forward under the midnight starlight ./ Sleeping Fairy sits on Feng Ben with a basket full of dreams."



I completed the first answer in my life in happiness, and happiness was outlined on it.


The years are like an hourglass, passing in the time like a white horse passing through a gap. Gradually, as I grew up, I rarely saw my parents, no longer carefree, and became taciturn. Seeing other classmates hugging each other in my mother's arms and my father's knees, I asked myself: Am I not a wild child? [Comment: Psychological description, because it is difficult to see my father. Mom, "I" became inferior and silent.



When I saw the strange eyes of my classmates, I was like a kite with a broken string, and suddenly lost its direction. I had no choice but to finish each answer in tears, and one failure was printed on it.


I think: in the dim light, there must be parental care. So, I often sit silently under the big locust tree at the head of the village, looking at the sheep intestines path where my parents are far away. Grandma saw what was on my mind, and she loved me even more, and she was almost obedient to me. But I always feel empty in my heart and lost. In order to relieve my thoughts of my parents, I had to study hard and study hard. In the middle of the night, I was writing hard under the desk lamp, drinking the steaming milk that my sister tiptoed; on weekends at noon, I was playing with my mobile phone at the dining table and drinking the fragrant fish and meat that my grandma fed into my mouth; in the afternoon, I Practicing the body in the courtyard, wiping the wet towel handed over by grandma...


Comparing the sentence pattern, it describes the life that grandma takes care of "me" carefully, showing grandma's love and even doting on "me".

Gradually, I rekindled my dream, dreaming that when I grow up, I will create a good family and learning environment for my children, and never let family love be absent. In confidence, I completed another stack of answers that depicted one-success. When the sheets of white paper were painted into colorful colors with my years, when I completed the answers of the task students with my tender hands, my grandmother was tortured by illness and passed away. I still remember when I saw my scrawny grandma on the hospital bed, I was heartbroken and held back tears. Grandma stroked my face with dry hands and said with a smile: "Good, grandma is leaving, you are grown up, sensible, and capable, grandma just..."

Grandma's advice and smile before her death became the best answer in "my" life.


Grandma's smile, fixed in my heart, became the best answer in my life.


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