第1个回答 2019-11-10
我自己写的,印象深刻的事。貌似太多了,你自己缩写一点吧
As
I
touched
the
tender
texture
of
the
velvet
pouch,
memories
rose
like
waves,
bringing
me
back
to
the
day
when
I
had
first
seen
it.
Despite
it
having
past
a
long
time
ago,
I
just
could
not
thisexperience
that
left
such
a
deep
impression
upon
my
memory.
I
was
only
six
years
old
then,
little
more
than
a
toddler.
That
day,
my
mother
brought
me
to
visit
an
intimate
friend
of
hers.
Bored
by
the
endless
chatting
of
my
mother
and
her
friend,
whom
I
called
Aunty
Wong,
I
darted
my
glance
here
and
there
around
the
living
room.
Burning
with
curiosity
triggered
by
my
childish
craving
for
adventures,
I
could
not
wait
to
explore
the
house.Unable
to
contain
my
restlessness,
I
jumped
down
from
the
stool
to
take
a
tour
around
the
house.
When
I
wandered
into
Aunty
Wong’s
bedroom,
I
saw
it.
It
was
resting
on
the
gilded
glass
surface
of
the
table,
beside
the
enormous
queen-sized
bed.
Somehow,
it
had
worked
a
kind
of
enchantment
on
me,
luring
me
towards
it.
Under
the
sunlight
filtering
through
the
window,
the
pouch
gave
a
soft
violet
glow.
I
padded
towards
it,
almost
stealthily,
as
if
afraid
to
disturb
its
serenity.
As
I
walked
near,
I
noticed
there
was
a
hibiscus
with
curled
petals,
intricately
embroidered
with
hundreds
of
tiny
beads
on
the
pouch.
The
beads
nesting
on
the
soft
velvet
shimmered
with
a
pearly
light.
As
if
in
a
trance,
I
stretched
out
my
hand
to
touch
the
pouch.
But
before
my
fingers
had
reached
the
pouch,
my
mind
suddenly
registered
a
terrible
truth—the
pouch
belonged
to
Aunty
Wong,
not
me.
My
hands
hang
in
mid-air,
my
fingertips
barely
an
inch
from
the
pouch.
How
I
wish
I
can
touch
its
sleek
surface,
feel
its
warm
glow
everyday!
But
I
did
not
own
the
pouch.
How
could
it
become
mine?
“How
could
the
pouch
become
mine?”
Just
then,
this
thought
struck
something—I
could
steal
the
pouch!
I
looked
at
the
pouch,it
was
as
if
it
was
smiling
at
me,
inviting
me
to
take
it.
I
just
could
not
tear
my
eyes
away
from
it.
I
just
could
not
resist
its
temptation.
Finally,
I
grabbed
the
pouch,
stuffed
it
into
my
pocket
and
briskly
walked
out
of
the
bedroom.
Sitting
on
the
sofa
in
the
living
room,
I
tried
to
pretend
that
nothing
had
happened.
But
inside,
my
conscience
was
battling
with
my
greed.
“How
could
I
have
taken
the
pouch?
It
was
an
act
of
theft!
”
A
wave
of
guilt
swept
over
me.
“But
I
loved
it
so
much!
I
just
had
to
have
it!”
My
greed
argued.
After
struggling
with
myself
for
around
ten
minutes,
there
was
still
not
a
champion
to
my
inner
battle.
By
chance,
I
looked
up
and
saw
my
mother
smiling
at
me.At
thet
moment,
her
words
rang
in
my
brain:
always
be
an
honest
person.
At
that
flicker
of
a
second,
I
made
my
decision.
Mustering
up
my
courage,
I
approached
Aunty
wong
and
took
out
the
pouch.
I
stammered,
“Aunty,
Aunty
Wong,
I,
I
just
took
your
pouch,
I
mean,
I
actually
stole
it,
but
I
really
regret
it
and
want
to
apologize
to
you
now.”
I
finished
my
words
in
a
rush.
To
my
surprise,
instead
of
feeling
dreadful,I
felt
relieved
after
I
had
finished
speaking,
as
if
I
had
put
down
a
burden.
Stealing
a
glance
up,
I
was
even
more
amazed
to
see
both
my
mother
and
Aunty
Wong
were
smiling.
My
mother
said,
“We
had
been
observing
you,
and
had
seen
you
take
the
pouch.
I
believed
that
you
were
an
honest
girl
and
would
own
up
yourself.
I
am
so
proud
that
you
lived
up
to
my
expectation.”
Aunty
Wong
said,
“
As
a
reward
for
your
honesty,
you
shall
have
the
pouch.”
What?
I
could
not
believe
my
ears.
The
pouch
had
become
mine!
My
heart
filled
with
radiance
as
I
jumped
for
joy.
That
was
how
I
came
to
have
the
pouch.
Looking
at
the
pouch
now,
I
was
yet
again
reminded
how
this
unforgettable
experience
had
impressioned
so
deep
in
my
memory.
It
always
teaches
me
to
be
honest.
第2个回答 2019-06-26
请问楼主是从一个大学生的角度来写吗?
The
following
is
my
opinion,
I
hope
that
it
will
help
you.
During
my
high
school
period,
I
was
always
looking
forward
to
experiencing
a
new
life
in
the
university.
I
felt
tight
and
tense
towards
my
high
school
life
since
there
was
lots
of
homework
for
each
subject
everyday.
The
schedule
was
full
forever,
and
it's
impossible
to
take
a
break
especially
in
my
12th
grade.
Now
finally
I
can
step
out
from
my
“old
life”,
and
start
enjoying
my
new
adventure
in
the
university.
However,
life
in
the
university
is
not
quite
the
same
as
I
imagined.
It
is
true
that
nowadays
I
am
able
to
get
a
flexible
schedule,
but
at
the
same
time,
it
requires
you
to
be
self-disciplined.
Most
people
say
it
is
easy
to
be
self-disciplined,
however,
I
don’t
really
agree
with
them.
In
high
school,
the
high
school
teachers
will
arrange
your
schedule;
therefore,
you
did
not
have
to
worry
about
it.
However,
now
you
have
to
arrange
it
by
yourself,
and
this
is
not
a
piece
of
cake!
If
your
personality
is
kind
of
sloppy,
you
will
easily
mess
up
your
life
in
the
university,
which
may
lead
you
to
be
a
loser
at
the
end
of
your
university
life.
I
suggest
that
we
should
think
about
our
“new
life”
seriously.
There
is
no
free
lunch
in
this
world!