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醒来作文 篇1

伴着一路飘飞的几场细雨，乘着轻柔拂面的几卷荷风，我就这样悄悄地踏进烟水迷离，恍若梦境的江南。

Accompanied by a few drizzles flying all the way, and by a few rolls of lotus wind gently brushing my face, I quietly stepped into the misty and dreamy Jiangnan.

漫步在铺着青石板的走廊上，宛然抬首，墙上挂着几幅书法，隽永秀气，使平淡无奇的白墙上，生了几丝趣味。跨过门槛，大堂里挂着一副半墙高的对联，字迹豪迈大气，联前放着两块木椅，正对大门。墙上总是些墨色也是不太妙的，所以自出心裁的园林设计者创造了透花窗，窗外的竹子与芭蕉为墙增了几丝盎然的绿意，使景隔而不堵，断中又续，有着上百种款式，这也算是挂在墙上的“四季画”了。园林中门和窗，雕琢与创意就像一件工艺品，工细而别具匠心。

Walking on the corridor paved with bluestone slabs, I looked up as if there were some calligraphies hanging on the wall, which made the plain white wall interesting. Across the threshold, a couplet half a wall high was hung in the lobby, with bold handwriting. Two wooden chairs were placed in front of the couplet, facing the gate. There is always some ink on the wall, which is not very good, so the ingenious garden designer created a transparent window. The bamboo and plantain outside the window add a few strands of green to the wall, making the landscape separate but not blocked. There are hundreds of styles, which can also be regarded as the "Four Seasons Painting" hung on the wall. The doors and windows in the garden are carved and created like a handicraft, which is exquisite and unique.

就算你不是一位摄影师，随手拍一张照，也是一幅画。可以是眼前的粉墙黛瓦，可以是头上的鬼斧神工，可以是手边的几幅书画，可以是脚旁的几朵芳菲。就如叶圣陶先生所说的“似乎设计者和匠师们一致追求的是：务必使游览者无论站在哪个点上，眼前总是一副完美的图画。”

Even if you are not a photographer, taking a picture is also a painting. It can be the pink walls and black tiles in front of you, the uncanny workmanship on your head, the paintings and calligraphy on your hand, or the beautiful flowers at your feet. As Mr. Ye Shengtao said, "It seems that designers and craftsmen are pursuing the same goal: to make sure that no matter where visitors stand, there is always a perfect picture in front of them."

屋里是古画，蕴含着百年的记忆。屋外是水墨画，有着赏心悦目的闲适。

There are ancient paintings in the room, which contain a hundred years of memory. Outside, there are ink paintings, which are enjoyable and leisurely.

水是江南不可少的，不是长长的水巷就是园中的一池绿水，或是两岸青山间的湖泊。乘着小船缓慢地行驶着，两岸是百年前的黑瓦白墙，岸边的杨柳叶，随着微风轻轻摆动，耳边是船夫嘹亮高亢的歌声，不时可以看见大爷大妈拿着一篮子的衣服到江边淘洗。池塘里有几只锦鲤在悠闲地游着，边上有假山配合着竹子花木。湖上靠岸的地方长着一大片的荷花，有风姿绰约的红莲，也有玲珑纯洁的白莲，还有鸭子用红掌拨着清波。

Water is indispensable in the south of the Yangtze River. It is either a long water lane, a pool of green water in the garden, or a lake between the green mountains on both sides. The two sides of the river are black tiles and white walls hundreds of years ago. The willow leaves on the bank sway gently with the breeze. The boatman's loud and high voice is heard. From time to time, you can see the old people carrying a basket of clothes to the river to wash. There are several koi swimming leisurely in the pond. There are rockeries beside them with bamboo flowers and trees. A large area of lotus grows on the shore of the lake. There are graceful red lotus, delicate and pure white lotus, and ducks pluck the waves with their red palms.

江南的这场梦是视觉的盛宴。梦里是藕园的古朴清雅，是七里山塘的小桥流水，是周庄的月挂墙头，是乌镇的柳叶飘飘，是西湖的水光潋滟。

This dream in Jiangnan is a visual feast. In the dream, it is the quaint and elegant lotus garden, the small bridge running water of Qili Mountain Pond, the moon hanging wall of Zhouzhuang, the willow leaves floating in Wuzhen, and the glittering water of the West Lake.

江南，是一场不愿醒来的梦……

Jiangnan is a dream that doesn't want to wake up

醒来作文 篇2

人的一生，悠悠转转，犹如白驹过隙，许多的人和事，就穿插在这淡淡的时光里……

A person's life goes around like a flash in time. Many people and things are interspersed in this light time

又是一年樱花盛开的季节，阳春三月，天气逐渐回暖，温和的春风吹得让人有些沉迷，和煦的阳光使人渐渐变得懒散，我迷失在这片万物复苏的春光里。

It is also the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. In March, the weather is getting warmer. The gentle spring wind makes people addicted, and the genial sunshine makes people lazy. I am lost in the spring light when everything recovers.

我看着太阳，日复一日的升起又落下，我看着潮水，月复一月的涨起又退去，我看着自己，年复一年的上学又放学。我找不到属于自己的春天，我找不到那春风拂面的温柔与惬意，我感觉自己像是在火红的荒原里奔跑，我与成绩赛跑，我与考试挣扎，那里有灼热甚至黑暗。

I look at the sun, rising and falling day after day, I look at the tide, rising and falling month after month, I look at myself, going to school and leaving school year after year. I can't find my own spring. I can't find the tenderness and comfort of the spring breeze. I feel like I'm running in the fiery wilderness.

我甚至迷茫，我不知道自己将来要做什么。我甚至不知道现在自己做的事情有什么意义，我只是不顾一切的，机械的，遵循着外界认为的我应该做的事。

I'm even confused. I don't know what I will do in the future. I don't even know what the meaning of what I'm doing now is. I'm just desperate, mechanical, and following what the outside world thinks I should do.

我只是看着樱花盛开，落下，化在最卑微的尘土里，被时间淡忘。我不明白，纵使知道结果，却还是不曾放弃努力开放，即使拗不过生命的轮回。

I just watched the cherry blossoms bloom and fall, melting into the most humble dust, forgotten by time. I don't understand that even though I know the result, I still haven't given up trying to open up, even though I can't beat the reincarnation of life.

我突然听到旁边的老人们在谈论。一个老人说：“无论什么时候，樱花都很好看，就算被风吹散了，也像花瓣雨一样，这或许是它生长的意义。”

I suddenly heard the old people nearby talking. An old man said, "Cherry blossoms are beautiful at any time. Even if they are scattered by the wind, they are like petal rain. This may be the meaning of their growth."

我惊住了，短短一句话，几个月以来的迷茫，无助全都消散。是啊，樱花的一生虽短，却吸引了无数人的目光，或许人生也是如此吧！生命虽如昙花一现，却也绚丽，也有奋斗的意义。就是惊艳他人时的满足，就是为了能够站在更高的山峰有更多的选择。

I was shocked. In a short sentence, the confusion and helplessness of the past few months all disappeared. Yes, although the life of Cherry Blossom is short, it has attracted the attention of countless people. Perhaps the same is true of life! Although life is like a flash in the pan, it is also gorgeous and has the meaning of struggle. It is the satisfaction of stunning others, and it is to stand on a higher mountain and have more choices.

此时，我已醒来，心中不再迷茫，我看见光晕渲染中流云的等候，我看见云卷云舒中人生的淡定与辉煌！

At this time, I have woken up, and my heart is no longer confused. I see the waiting of Liuyun in the halo rendering, and I see the calm and brilliant life of Yunjuanyunshu!

以醒来为题的作文600字 篇3

黄靖泽

Huang Jingze

我朦胧地睁开双眼，只望斜阳一抹，眼前飞过信鸽，奔向无垠的远方。我只是浩瀚宇宙中的尘埃，却仍在跌跌撞撞的追寻着，即便步履蹒跚。

I opened my eyes hazily and only looked at the setting sun. In front of me, the carrier pigeons flew to the boundless distance. I'm just the dust in the vast universe, but I'm still stumbling along, even if I'm faltering.

梦境是美好的，但会让你不觉地沉浸其中，让你在真真假假的甜美中迷失了方向。它让你嘴角上扬，它让你放下彷徨，也让你在无依中无措，在失眠中上瘾。

The dream is beautiful, but it will let you immerse in it unconsciously, and let you lose your direction in the true and false sweetness. It makes your mouth turn up, it makes you stop hesitating, it also makes you feel helpless and addicted to insomnia.

紧握住双手，睁开眼眸，冲破一层又一层梦魇的束缚，受够了一折又一折磨难的叨扰。无奈烟何飘渺，窗外皆是凄寒，在风雨的轮回之中昂然长啸，昏昏睡去。坠入漆黑的夜里，脚下的转盘微动，微红的瞳孔闪着黯淡的光，似在挥发着可怖的气息。神态不清，迷茫不前，身边的一切都已骤变，孤鸟回旋在头顶，周遭的哑然无声让这里更少了一份生气，我只是静静走向围栏，像那千百年前的黄昏一样。

Hold hands tightly, open your eyes, break through the shackles of layer after layer of nightmares, and have been fed up with the harassment of twists and turns of hardships. But there is no misty smoke. Outside the window, there is cold. In the reincarnation of wind and rain, I howl and fall asleep. Falling into the dark night, the turntable at the foot moves slightly, and the reddish pupils flash a dull light, as if volatilizing a terrible atmosphere. The air is unclear and confused. Everything around me has suddenly changed. Lonely birds hover overhead. The silence around me makes me less angry. I just walk quietly to the fence, just like the dusk thousands of years ago.

已而独醉于孤林，心绪散乱，意难平，忘身于苍穹之外，满身疲惫的醒来，却还在原点。一丝丝冰凉仿佛蔓延过我的身体，我看见自己的意念碎成雪花，铺在供人前行的路上，一切执念化为雪水，流淌进地下的深渊，就像是被永远埋藏的心事。在梦境围成的罗网，挣扎着向死而生。不甘心沉沉睡去，因为，会无法释然。

I have been intoxicated in the lonely forest alone. My mind is scattered and I can't calm down. I forget to be outside the sky. I wake up tired but still at the origin. The coldness seemed to spread through my body. I saw my thoughts broken into snowflakes and spread on the road for people to move forward. All the obsession turned into snow water and flowed into the abyss of the earth, just like a mind buried forever. In the net of dreams, struggling to die. Not reconciled to deep sleep, because, will not be relieved.

其实，我们每个人都是一粒种子，在多少岁月前就被播撒在世间，带着宿命和责任醒来，吸收阳光和水的滋润成长，亦或是在光明和希望的启迪中不懈前行，我们在梦境中醒来，从磨难与羁绊中逃脱，我们只有用尽全力抵御成长路上的风雨，才能在时间的长河中留有一席之地。

In fact, each of us is a seed that has been sown in the world many years ago. We wake up with destiny and responsibility to absorb the sunshine and water to grow up, or we keep moving forward in the enlightenment of light and hope. We wake up in a dream and escape from suffering and fetters. Only by doing our best to resist the wind and rain on the road of growth can we leave a place in the long river of time.

我们以梦为剑，我们以心为舟，我们在不停寻找走出泥潭的方向。繁花已逝，秋容已改，提一壶老酒，携二尺长锋，在绝境中醒来，信念的剑芒，划破长空。

We take dreams as our swords, our hearts as our boats, and we are constantly looking for directions to get out of the quagmire. The flowers are gone, and the autumn scene has changed. With a pot of old wine and a two foot long edge, I wake up in the desperate situation, and the sword of faith breaks the sky.