为梦想着色

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原文：为梦想着色

董恩家九年级课堂作文（6）

曾几何时，我与同伴们躺在草坪上，仰望着满天星辰，微风亲吻着我们的脸颊，拂过地上的青绿，向天空掠去。

"你们说；太空真的有电影里那么美吗？"我扭头望了望他们。

"谁知道呢？

你要那么想看，就去问问风，说不定它正在上头望着太空呢"。

众人被小胖逗的合不拢嘴。欢笑之后他们问我是不是想当宇航员？我笑了笑说："可能吧，再什么想也不可能当得上吧？"

时光飞逝，当年躺在同一片草坪的人们，已经各奔东西了，

我已无从得知他们现在的梦想是什么了。从前他们有说过想当医生的，想当飞行员的。但估计和我一样不过是说着玩儿罢了。

政治第一节课。老师问我们的梦想是什么？我很想把那个尘封在内心里的答案说出来，但终究还是以环游世界这个理由糊弄过去了。

我很向往太空，但向往终究是向往，与真实还是有着遥不可及的距离。每当我在书桌前奋笔疾书时，仰起头来看到的并不是星辰大海，而是一片虚无罢了。渐渐地，我不在向往星空。

无数次的月夜，残留在天上的只不过是几颗孤星。

我甚至在想，那晚所看到的星河是否只是幻觉？只是我对太空的一厢情愿。我不敢再妄想星空，不愿再面对那虚空。那孤独。

彗星的来临引起了无数人的关注，但那对我来说不过是压倒我星空梦的最后一棵稻草。当彗星划破星河时，无数人会惊叹。而以为看不到彗星的我，只能叹息。但现实是我所在的位置也能看到彗星。当我抬起头时，我的眼中只剩下了震惊：伴随着彗星一同来到的是那漫天繁星以及那无法描述的黑，那种五彩斑斓的黑，那种充满生机的黑！

我迅速抄起表哥留下的画板，架起画架在板上洒起黑色，点起白色，画上紫色，以及描上彗星那浅蓝的尾迹。画的右下角，有一个小月球，上面站着一个用无比拙劣的技法画出的一个宇航员。尽管与现实对比，这只是一个略强于儿童涂鸦的颜料大杂烩，但这正令我回想起了我的太空梦，也是我第一次正式面对这个遥不可及的梦想，第一次为这黑着色！

倘若老师再一次问起我的梦想，我会站起来。挺起胸膛，自豪地说：我的梦想是星辰大海，我的理想是海枯石烂！

译文：Color your dreams

Dong Enjia 9th Grade Class Composition (6)

Once upon a time, my companions and I lay on the lawn, looking up at gypsophila extract, and the breeze kissed our cheeks, brushed the green on the ground, and swept away to the sky.

"You say; Is space really as beautiful as in the movies?" I looked round at them.

"Who knows?

If you want to see it so much, ask the wind. Maybe it's looking up into space. "

People are small fat teasing from mouth to mouth. After laughing, they asked me if I wanted to be an astronaut. I smiled and said: "Maybe. Couldn't have done anything, would it?"

Time flies. People who were lying on the same lawn have gone their separate ways.

I have no way of knowing what their dreams are now. They used to say they wanted to be a doctor, they wanted to be a pilot. But I guess it's just a joke like me.

Politics first class. The teacher asked us what our dreams were. I wanted to say the answer to the dust in my heart, but I was fooled by the reason of traveling the world.

I longed for space, but yearning is a yearning after all, and the real or have a distance beyond reach. Whenever I write hard at my desk, I look up to see not the sea of stars, but nothingness. Gradually, I no longer longed for the stars.

Innumerable moonlit nights, only a few solitary stars remain in the sky.

I even wondered if the galaxy I saw that night was just an illusion. It's just my wishful thinking about space. I dare not dream of the stars, do not want to face the void.

The coming of the comet has attracted the attention of countless people, but for me it was just the last straw that overwhelmed my dream of starry skies. Millions of people will marvel when the comet cuts across the galaxy. And thought I could not see the comet, I can only sigh. But the reality is that I can see comets from my position. When I looked up, there was nothing but shock in my eyes: Along with the comet came the sky with the stars and the indescribable black, the colorful black, the black full of life!

I quickly picked up my cousin's drawing board, set up an easel, sprinkled black on the board, lit white, painted purple, and painted the comet's pale blue wake. In the lower right corner of the picture, there is a small moon, above which stands an astronaut, drawn with a very poor technique. Although this is a slightly better mix of paint than children's graffiti, it reminds me of my space dream and the first time I've ever been formally confronted with this distant dream, the first time I've painted this black!

If the teacher asked me about my dream again, I would stand up. Put your chest out and say proudly: My dream is the stars of the sea, my ideal is the sea withered stone!