幸福的滋味英语日记

幸福的滋味英语日记

　　滚热的风吹动着焦躁的人群，我漫步其中，望着刺眼的银白太阳，心中泛起一阵狂热，胸中的沃土没有得到上天的泪水，仍不肯发出一芥绿芽，腔中的热血随着人群流动而沸沛全身。已经是第三个小时了，如潮的人流没有一个愿意走向那艳红色的募捐箱。酷暑的街头停不住任何人的步伐。可就在早上，我还不停地向妈妈说，愿为灾区募捐些“心意”，任何劝词也无法阻挡我那固执的心，难道造物主生活好到会将人心换成用铁打造？

　　The hot wind is blowing the anxious crowd。 I walk in it and look at the dazzling silver sun。 There is a frenzy in my heart。 The fertile soil in my chest has not got the tears of heaven， but I still refuse to send out a mustard green bud。 The blood in the cavity is boiling with the crowd。 It's the third hour， and none of the crowd is willing to go to the red donation box。 No one can stop on the hot street。 But in the morning， I kept saying to my mother that I would like to raise money for the disaster area。 Any advice can't stop my stubborn heart。 Does the creator live so well that he can change his heart to be made of iron？

　　募捐的冲动是源于那一个个伤讯，一个个的孩子没有了上学的机会，一串串心愿碎在了童年的路上。这些让我记起心中的世界也是需要关爱的，所以我扛上纸箱走上街头，希望圆那无数的梦。

　　The impulse to raise money comes from the news of injuries。 Children have no chance to go to school， and a string of wishes are broken on the way to childhood。 These let me remember that the world in my heart also needs care， so I carry the cartons to the streets， hoping to realize the countless dreams。

　　脑海中又印起那五彩的梦幻世界，想到这些便又举起纸箱涌向人潮，可令人渴望的甘雨依旧没有降临，那枯涸的土地仍没有受到润泽，还是那般粗糙，那般黝黑！无奈我又坐了下来，那颗草籽捧在掌心，可没人愿意滋润它那美丽的外衣。箱子仿佛要燃烧了似的，张着那饥渴的口。此时远方蹦蹦跳跳地跑来一个小女孩，吮着手指向那募捐箱挪动，侧下腰，伸出手，投入……“轰轰！”腔中的沃土上空一片乌黑，甘雨倾盆汇成溪、河，一芥芥草籽迅速、迫不及待的吮吸着久别甘露，想要快些长大……那“铃铃”的银币声随着“雷声”渐逝。我抬头望着那个散布润雨的天使，她那身躯被恬静的日光映的发亮，她不在意那无意的举动，依旧吮着手指蹦跳的离开喧闹的街头。

　　The colorful dream world is printed in my mind， and when I think of it， I hold up the cartons and rush to the crowd。 However， the sweet rain that I yearn for still hasn't come， and the dry land hasn't been moistened， it's still as rough and dark！ But I sat down again， and the grass seed was held in my palm， but no one wanted to moisten its beautiful coat。 The box seemed to burn， with its hungry mouth open。 At this time， a little girl came running in the distance， sucking her fingers and moving towards the donation box， leaning down， reaching out and putting in "Roar！" there is a black sky over the fertile soil in the cavity。 The rain pours into streams and rivers。 A mustard seed sucks the long—time nectar quickly and eagerly。 It wants to grow up faster The sound of the "bell" silver coins died with the sound of thunder。 I looked up at the angel spreading the rain， her body was shining by the quiet sunlight， she didn't care about the unintentional action， still sucking her fingers and jumping away from the noisy street。

　　心中的水面仍旧随着那声“铃铃”荡起了千层波，泛起了一片暖意，胸中的土地随着那声“轰轰”滋生出万里森林，长出了一片生机，内心被那温暖笼罩着，我知道此事内心恬静的日光泛出的暖意就是幸福的滋味。

　　The water in my heart still waves with the "bell" and warms my heart。 The land in my heart grows into a forest with the "roar" and grows into a vitality。 My heart is covered by the warmth。 I know that the warmth of the peaceful sunlight in my heart is the taste of happiness。

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