shirleyxu's Journal

奔跑的马

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今年我的生日并不冷清, 连美国人都跟着起哄地庆祝. 老公出差在外, 中午, 我跟敦敦上街吃了顿鲜辣的贵州菜. 接着就逛八百伴, 给敦敦那双长得飞快的大脚配了双42号的拖鞋. 敦敦跟他老妈在鞋号上已经有一拼了.

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我按惯例, 要求孩子给我写几行字作为礼物, 尽管人家陈大作家正在期中考试的百忙之中, 但为了满足老妈的要求, 他还是抽空一挥而就了下面的文字. 短短7-8行, 老妈的人生跃然纸上. 在众动物中, 敦敦选择了马. 这还真让我感到有点受宠若惊. 敦敦问我最喜欢哪一句, 我说我最欣赏最后一句, ‘她停下来, 转身, 回眸傲视, 然后返回原路, 继续奔跑’.

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Leo Chan

The Horse That Ran

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The horse was alone. It ran on, on the seamless plains of life. The dust flew, floating through its own lonely course of existence. Every sinew of the horse’s muscles strained carrying on in the monotony of progress. There was a future, in the rays of light. It’s power rousing every sleeping soul in the mist of which name was life.

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The world is hasty, seeing and forgetting; let us embrace with that dark treasure that was always ours. The truth burns in our souls, dampened by the chilling falsities. The horse stopped and turned around; with an arrogant glance it turned back to it’s path and galloped on…

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������ This is my mother’s life.