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一直以为男孩比较粗糙,想不到男孩也有细腻之处。日前在整理儿子旧电脑中的文件时,读到他几年前写的一篇英文作业, 文中的描写似曾相识...

Vivaldi's four seasons是儿子最喜欢的古典音乐之一,有很多次见到他听着“四季”在做作业。虽然还没有和他确认过他的这篇短文是对“四季”中某一乐章的描写,但还是能从文中嗅出Summer的气息。

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A wind rose through the valley and rustled the evergreens. With birds floating free in the sky like the wind and trees as green as emeralds, the forest at first glance was a serene paradise. However below the blue sky, below the treetops, and below the branches, existed a perfect harmony between the land and the living. With deer galloping through the branches, trees basking in the sun, and fish diving beneath the waters, all seemed to be at rest. However within that very harmony was the primordial chaos called nature.

Suddenly above the forest, without any warning dark storm clouds appeared and moments later tears fell from the sky onto the face of the world. Lighting battered the world like a hammer strike from Thor, and a conflagration from hell consumed the forest. The scream of thunder echoed through the air; the cry of the living remained to be heard. Animals looked on desperately to the rising plume of smoke with nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. The flame grew and the end came. In an instant life became death, reality became memory, and hope became despair. What once was verdant and green was now but black and dead. Yet a flicker of hope remained. A single flower not yet bloomed stood. Slowly it began to unfold, its pale white petals a beacon in a sea of ash. The flower was a reminder of what once was and a portent what would be. With enough time perhaps the forest too would bloom again and the eternal cycle would once again renew.

Nature is whimsical and at every moment the world walks a razor’s edge between life and death and it is this randomness that makes life so pure, so fleeting, and so fragile. With this thought it is odd that nature creates complete order out of utter chaos. Perhaps that thought is beyond mortal comprehension but what is within our comprehension is the presence of change within nature. Like an arrow of time, change flies forward bringing pain, suffering, and hurt but also peace, calm, and hope. The hope that some day in the future the wind can once again rise through the valley and rustle the evergreens.

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  • 枫下拾英 / 乐韵书香 / 一直以为男孩比较粗糙,想不到男孩也有细腻之处。日前在整理儿子旧电脑中的文件时,读到他几年前写的一篇英文作业, 文中的描写似曾相识...
    Vivaldi's four seasons是儿子最喜欢的古典音乐之一,有很多次见到他听着“四季”在做作业。虽然还没有和他确认过他的这篇短文是对“四季”中某一乐章的描写,但还是能从文中嗅出Summer的气息。

    -----------------------Writing Assignment----------------------------------

    A wind rose through the valley and rustled the evergreens. With birds floating free in the sky like the wind and trees as green as emeralds, the forest at first glance was a serene paradise. However below the blue sky, below the treetops, and below the branches, existed a perfect harmony between the land and the living. With deer galloping through the branches, trees basking in the sun, and fish diving beneath the waters, all seemed to be at rest. However within that very harmony was the primordial chaos called nature.

    Suddenly above the forest, without any warning dark storm clouds appeared and moments later tears fell from the sky onto the face of the world. Lighting battered the world like a hammer strike from Thor, and a conflagration from hell consumed the forest. The scream of thunder echoed through the air; the cry of the living remained to be heard. Animals looked on desperately to the rising plume of smoke with nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. The flame grew and the end came. In an instant life became death, reality became memory, and hope became despair. What once was verdant and green was now but black and dead. Yet a flicker of hope remained. A single flower not yet bloomed stood. Slowly it began to unfold, its pale white petals a beacon in a sea of ash. The flower was a reminder of what once was and a portent what would be. With enough time perhaps the forest too would bloom again and the eternal cycle would once again renew.

    Nature is whimsical and at every moment the world walks a razor’s edge between life and death and it is this randomness that makes life so pure, so fleeting, and so fragile. With this thought it is odd that nature creates complete order out of utter chaos. Perhaps that thought is beyond mortal comprehension but what is within our comprehension is the presence of change within nature. Like an arrow of time, change flies forward bringing pain, suffering, and hurt but also peace, calm, and hope. The hope that some day in the future the wind can once again rise through the valley and rustle the evergreens.

    • 都够有才的。这样的文笔可以考虑培养学文科。
      • 谢谢,读文科已经没有可能了,选了Science。
        • 男孩还是学理工科好,理工科要么Logical,要么Handy,这都是男人不可缺少的。学文科即不Logical又不Handy,当然偶尔文采也能当饭吃,但难以吃饱和吃好。锅盖顶之,以防板砖。。。
          • 要那么多Logical,Handy,干啥?人生需要激情,对不对。饮酒赋诗,多快乐的事情,比什么Logical,Handy,都要宝贵,对不对。
    • 文笔和想象力直追魏晋骈文。。。。
    • 不错,听了一下帖子中的Summer,文章的描写和音乐真的很接近。学文科也会是一个不错的选择哈。
      • 其实他最喜欢听Winter
    • 不错的配乐散文。。。
      • 谢谢,在这里长大的孩子知识面还是比较平衡,文理兼顾。
    • 不兴偷看孩子的笔记 ~。 我看,倒象是成年人自己写滴。
      • 我倒想能把E文写的溜一点,可是事与愿违啊:-)
      • 受你的<吉他>贴的启发,我也贴二个我儿子弹的曲子。
        • 好听
          对于做饭的妈妈,该给予适当的尊重。换一种方式表达,更好。没有她苦苦地劳作,哪里会有你们父子的浪漫情怀呢?
    • 了得!了得!YYSX后继有人啊!