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The Trees Outside My Window |
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从我居室的窗口望出去，可以看到一株高高的芙蓉树。在那烟树参差的春日里，花红点点，煞是迷人。它牵动我的灵感，撩拨我的文思，久而久之，我竟视这位隔窗而立的“邻居”为知已了。 | |
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可是，有一个早晨，我推窗而望，蓦然发现昨夜的一场风雨已将它剥蚀得面目全非。立时，一种“繁花落尽”的悲凉掠过了我的心头！我不由感慨系之：在人生道路上磕磕绊绊，几经周折，几度沧桑，又一次次地失落了许多至爱的朋友，生命不正如同这随风而逝的繁花么？ | |
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这件事过了些时日，也就渐渐地淡忘了。一次，我下乡归来，感到室内空气有些沉闷，就不经意打开了窗户，顿觉眼前一亮：一树火红的三角梅映入眼帘，它在夕阳的背景下定格。意外的惊喜使我几乎不能自持，我诧异，当初在落英的背后，为什么竟没有发现这萌动着的不屈的生命呢？ | |
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是的，芙蓉的最后一叶花瓣凋落了，人们对它的嘉许也遗忘在往昔的记忆里，可是三角梅却成长了，那火焰般灿烂耀眼的红色向人们昭示着生命的更迭与延续。谁能说，失去与获得不是一曲交响乐呢？ | |
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我久久地伫立在窗前，深深感悟到：生命中没有四时不变的风景，只要心永远朝着阳光，你就会发现，每个早晨都会有清丽而又朦胧的憧憬在你的窗前旋转、升腾，这个世界永远传送着希望的序曲。 | |
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From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist1, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working2. I gradually regarded it as my best friend. | |
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Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before3. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sudden saddens at the thought“ all the blossom is doomed to fall”4. I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns5.The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind? | |
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This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus6. | |
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When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left7, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. Can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss gain. | |
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Standing by the window lost in thought for a long time8, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold9 and the world will always be bringing about new hopes. | |
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