学会分享(learn to share)
Unfortunately, she was the only kid in her family. Parents spoiled her by all means to make sure she lacks no love. Yes she was their princess and she was very much spoiled. She has been their precious yet unique gift of God who was luckily left behind when death came down to take more people with him the day she was born.her survival leads her to the center of this family like the sun in the solar system in which every member serves around 24 hours 7 days. 18 years of strict disciplines toward the magic turning point Parents set ahead of her from the little ugly duckling to an elegant swan, she was on a precarious position to slip down the cliff into the valley of loneliness which finds no exit but a terminal of self-termination.
" She is cold and priggish." people say. Well probably she is; she has to admit after all the efforts of finding the justification went in vain. Her heart is closed, only herself holds the key. The misery is that she has never been aware of it because nobody has ever taught her. Instead of peeping out of her little own world, she takes the loneliness as the beauty of self-awareness. Somehow, deep inside the flame that comes along with life itself can never extinguish. When the wind dilivers the song of sping, it is time the flame starts to sparkle. Late at night, tears roll down her face. A voice tells her, there is something missing in her life. feeling like a princess doesn't make her happy. Underneath the mask was the naughty child in the memory holding candle in grandma's story yard of summer night counting the fireflies with her chin on the knee. Nevertheless, this child is not to be back again. She's gone long time ago. Now left only a young, ego-centric & ambitious woman in her expedition to conquer the world. The trip has no back.
No one never teaches her the joy of sharing, she's determined to achieve everythng she ever dreams of for that's what she has been trained to since kid. Till then, the life means nothing but a route towards the goal set by someone else.
One day the window opens, an angel comes down to her desk, took her hand and lead her to the castle on the seashore. There, on the top of the roof, she was taught to take a long deep breathe in the salty mediterrean wind and to let fly of the imagination. "tell me what you feel." Angel said. The young woman portraited her imagination with all details."I feel that I'm flying, spreading my wings on the mountain top. Every single cell of my body is as if being revitalized between its inspiration and expiration...everything is....so unreal. Am I in the dream? Why is the touch of wind so soft?" Looking into the angel's eyes, she saw the same joy that the inspiration brought her. At the same time a sweet feeling creeped up her heart, a feeling that she had never experienced before; So warm, pure, like the flow of childen's carol in the church, the vivid blossm in spring. The door of her heart slowly opened, the iceburg started to melt. Inbetween, there's the sprout of gay. The young woman is me. It doesn't take long before I realize and cherish the great joy of sharing. It is the sparkle of wisdom, the blossom of inspiration in our time of sharing that fills the prettiness of nature another great sense of beauty which paints my soul with the color of rainbow. My world is no longer alone, of which half is in your hand half is in mine. Hand in hand, we'll be going down the path fertilizing each other's land of hope.
Learn to share is the best lesson I ever take.英语作文
