什么是个好

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原文：什么是个好

董恩豪初中课堂写的文章（4）

随着一声平常无比的放学铃声响起，同学们一边闲聊，一边收拾起了书包。这时老师突然走上了讲台，在黑板上写下几个大字：什么是个好？并说这就是周末的作文。

第二天早上，正当我提笔准备写时，我才意识到我不会写。什么是个好？是父子之间的亲情好呢？

还是像汤姆和杰瑞之间的友情好呢？我不知道，似乎笔头与纸张的中间有一道隐形的屏障，使我的笔无法触摸到纸。经过了一段时间的思考后，我还是放下了笔，随手拿上一件衣服出门散步了。

户外的阳光很明媚，洒落在大地上，散落在池塘里。树底下的光斑不断的破碎又不断的重合。微风拂过，使池塘泛起阵阵涟漪，使树叶发出轻轻的沙沙声。难道是这样的景色好吗？一路上我见到了很多：有牵着孩子白嫩的小手出来玩儿的亲情；有牵着伴侣的手出来散步的爱情；有牵着老人干枯的手陪老人出来下棋的孝情……我把它们一一记在脑海里，琢磨着"好"到底是什么。

这时，一个路边的小摊吸引住了我。小摊摆的都是些小玩意儿，像钥匙扣，小型娃娃和陶瓷小物件之类的，小巧而又不失精致。摆摊的是一个看起来四十左右的大叔。皮肤黝黑，左手拿着把小扇子扇风，

圆框眼镜和脸上挂着的微笑，让人觉得很慈祥。我买了一个陶瓷小哨子，在付款时我问道："叔叔，你觉得什么是好？"他微笑着拍了拍身边的一个麻袋说："这些对我来说就是好！"

我以为麻袋里装的是其它小物件，就点了点头。

可刚走没多久，那阳光就消失不见了，只剩下了灰暗。这时一阵大风刮了过来把树叶吹乱，树叶杂乱无章的噪声似乎形成了一首渎神的交响乐，老天爷听完后怒吼一声，便降下了瓢泼大雨。我赶紧从包里拿出一把伞，看着行人冒雨冲向自家的样子感到遗憾，遗憾无法帮助他们。

当我又一次路过小摊时，我发现人们把小摊围得水泄不通，奋力挤进去一看，我才明白了真正的好是什么：麻袋、里的装的都是伞，而那个大叔正把伞发给路人，他自己没有打伞，但路人们却为他撑着伞。他的脸上依旧挂着笑容。对呀，"好"不就是陌生人之间那难得互相关爱吗？我快步回家，拿起笔开写，连衣服都没来得及换。作文写完了，我把它放在了那儿，并把那个陶瓷哨子压在了上面。

译文：What is a good

Articles written by Tung En-ho in junior high school (4)

With an ordinary and incomparable school bell rang, the classmates chatted, while packing up the schoolbag. Then the teacher suddenly stepped onto the platform and wrote a few large characters on the blackboard: What's a good one? and said that this is the weekend composition.

The next morning, just as I was getting my pen ready to write, I realized I could not write. What's a good one? Is father and son affection good?

Or is it like the friendship between Tom and Jerry? I don't know. It seems that there is an invisible barrier between the pen and the paper that keeps my pen from touching the paper. After a period of thinking, I put down the pen and took a piece of clothes and went out for a walk.

The sun was bright outside, falling on the ground and scattered in the pond. Under the tree, the lights are constantly breaking and overlapping. The breeze blew over the pond, making ripples and leaves rustle gently. Is this the view? I saw a lot along the way: There is holding the child white tender small hand out of the family to play; Love that takes her partner's hand for a walk; There is the old man withered hand to accompany the old man out of the chess filial piety...... I put them one by one in my mind, wondering what "good" is.

At this time, a roadside stall attracted me. The stalls are small and delicate, such as keychains, small dolls and small ceramic objects. the stall is an uncle who looks about forty. Dark skin, fanning a small fan in his left hand,

Round glasses and a smile on your face make you feel kind. I bought a small ceramic whistle, and when I paid, I asked: "Uncle, what do you think is good? He smiled and patted a sack beside him and said:" This is good for me! "

I nodded, thinking that the sack contained other small objects.

Can just walk not long, that sunlight disappeared, only the gray. At that moment a strong wind came

The leaves were blown in disorder. The noise of the leaves seemed to form a blasphemous symphony. After hearing this, the heavens roared and rained. I quickly took an umbrella out of my bag and regretted watching pedestrians rush towards their homes in the rain. I was sorry I couldn't help them.

When I passed by the stalls again, I noticed that people were crowded around the stalls and tried to squeeze in, and I realized what was really good: The sacks and the ones inside were all umbrellas. The uncle was giving the umbrella to passers-by. He did not have an umbrella, but the passers-by held it for him. His face was still smiling. Yeah, well, isn't "nice" the rare love between strangers? I hurried home, picked up the pen to write, and did not even have time to change clothes. When the composition was finished, I put it there and pressed the ceramic whistle against it.