<p class="ql-block">原文：為夢(mèng)想著色</p><p class="ql-block">董恩家九年級(jí)課堂作文（6）</p><p class="ql-block">曾幾何時(shí)，我與同伴們躺在草坪上，仰望著滿天星辰，微風(fēng)親吻著我們的臉頰，拂過(guò)地上的青綠，向天空掠去。</p><p class="ql-block">"你們說(shuō)；太空真的有電影里那么美嗎？"我扭頭望了望他們。</p><p class="ql-block">"誰(shuí)知道呢？</p><p class="ql-block">你要那么想看，就去問(wèn)問(wèn)風(fēng)，說(shuō)不定它正在上頭望著太空呢"。</p><p class="ql-block">眾人被小胖逗的合不攏嘴。歡笑之后他們問(wèn)我是不是想當(dāng)宇航員？我笑了笑說(shuō)："可能吧，再什么想也不可能當(dāng)?shù)蒙习桑?quot;</p><p class="ql-block">時(shí)光飛逝，當(dāng)年躺在同一片草坪的人們，已經(jīng)各奔東西了，</p><p class="ql-block">我已無(wú)從得知他們現(xiàn)在的夢(mèng)想是什么了。從前他們有說(shuō)過(guò)想當(dāng)醫(yī)生的，想當(dāng)飛行員的。但估計(jì)和我一樣不過(guò)是說(shuō)著玩兒罷了。</p><p class="ql-block">政治第一節(jié)課。老師問(wèn)我們的夢(mèng)想是什么？我很想把那個(gè)塵封在內(nèi)心里的答案說(shuō)出來(lái)，但終究還是以環(huán)游世界這個(gè)理由糊弄過(guò)去了。</p><p class="ql-block">我很向往太空，但向往終究是向往，與真實(shí)還是有著遙不可及的距離。每當(dāng)我在書(shū)桌前奮筆疾書(shū)時(shí)，仰起頭來(lái)看到的并不是星辰大海，而是一片虛無(wú)罷了。漸漸地，我不在向往星空。</p><p class="ql-block">無(wú)數(shù)次的月夜，殘留在天上的只不過(guò)是幾顆孤星。</p><p class="ql-block">我甚至在想，那晚所看到的星河是否只是幻覺(jué)？只是我對(duì)太空的一廂情愿。我不敢再妄想星空，不愿再面對(duì)那虛空。那孤獨(dú)。</p><p class="ql-block">彗星的來(lái)臨引起了無(wú)數(shù)人的關(guān)注，但那對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)不過(guò)是壓倒我星空夢(mèng)的最后一棵稻草。當(dāng)彗星劃破星河時(shí)，無(wú)數(shù)人會(huì)驚嘆。而以為看不到彗星的我，只能嘆息。但現(xiàn)實(shí)是我所在的位置也能看到彗星。當(dāng)我抬起頭時(shí)，我的眼中只剩下了震驚：伴隨著彗星一同來(lái)到的是那漫天繁星以及那無(wú)法描述的黑，那種五彩斑斕的黑，那種充滿生機(jī)的黑！</p><p class="ql-block">我迅速抄起表哥留下的畫(huà)板，架起畫(huà)架在板上灑起黑色，點(diǎn)起白色，畫(huà)上紫色，以及描上彗星那淺藍(lán)的尾跡。畫(huà)的右下角，有一個(gè)小月球，上面站著一個(gè)用無(wú)比拙劣的技法畫(huà)出的一個(gè)宇航員。盡管與現(xiàn)實(shí)對(duì)比，這只是一個(gè)略強(qiáng)于兒童涂鴉的顏料大雜燴，但這正令我回想起了我的太空夢(mèng)，也是我第一次正式面對(duì)這個(gè)遙不可及的夢(mèng)想，第一次為這黑著色！</p><p class="ql-block">倘若老師再一次問(wèn)起我的夢(mèng)想，我會(huì)站起來(lái)。挺起胸膛，自豪地說(shuō)：我的夢(mèng)想是星辰大海，我的理想是?？菔癄€！</p><p class="ql-block">譯文：Color your dreams</p><p class="ql-block">Dong Enjia 9th Grade Class Composition (6)</p><p class="ql-block">Once upon a time, my companions and I lay on the lawn, looking up at gypsophila extract, and the breeze kissed our cheeks, brushed the green on the ground, and swept away to the sky.</p><p class="ql-block">"You say; Is space really as beautiful as in the movies?" I looked round at them.</p><p class="ql-block">"Who knows?</p><p class="ql-block">If you want to see it so much, ask the wind. Maybe it's looking up into space. "</p><p class="ql-block">People are small fat teasing from mouth to mouth. After laughing, they asked me if I wanted to be an astronaut. I smiled and said: "Maybe. Couldn't have done anything, would it?"</p><p class="ql-block">Time flies. People who were lying on the same lawn have gone their separate ways.</p><p class="ql-block">I have no way of knowing what their dreams are now. They used to say they wanted to be a doctor, they wanted to be a pilot. But I guess it's just a joke like me.</p><p class="ql-block">Politics first class. The teacher asked us what our dreams were. I wanted to say the answer to the dust in my heart, but I was fooled by the reason of traveling the world.</p><p class="ql-block">I longed for space, but yearning is a yearning after all, and the real or have a distance beyond reach. Whenever I write hard at my desk, I look up to see not the sea of stars, but nothingness. Gradually, I no longer longed for the stars.</p><p class="ql-block">Innumerable moonlit nights, only a few solitary stars remain in the sky.</p><p class="ql-block">I even wondered if the galaxy I saw that night was just an illusion. It's just my wishful thinking about space. I dare not dream of the stars, do not want to face the void.</p><p class="ql-block">The coming of the comet has attracted the attention of countless people, but for me it was just the last straw that overwhelmed my dream of starry skies. Millions of people will marvel when the comet cuts across the galaxy. And thought I could not see the comet, I can only sigh. But the reality is that I can see comets from my position. When I looked up, there was nothing but shock in my eyes: Along with the comet came the sky with the stars and the indescribable black, the colorful black, the black full of life!</p><p class="ql-block">I quickly picked up my cousin's drawing board, set up an easel, sprinkled black on the board, lit white, painted purple, and painted the comet's pale blue wake. In the lower right corner of the picture, there is a small moon, above which stands an astronaut, drawn with a very poor technique. Although this is a slightly better mix of paint than children's graffiti, it reminds me of my space dream and the first time I've ever been formally confronted with this distant dream, the first time I've painted this black!</p><p class="ql-block">If the teacher asked me about my dream again, I would stand up. Put your chest out and say proudly: My dream is the stars of the sea, my ideal is the sea withered stone!</p>