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车站。阴天,冷风,人海。一串急促而响亮的铃声响起——列车进站了!这一下子刺痛了我的心,宛如带刺的游丝胡乱地裹挟着我。——爸爸妈妈,难道你们就不能在离家近的地方工作吗?我才读初二,弟弟读四年级,他哪里会洗衣服,哪里会安排自己的生活呢?他无聊的时候,便会偷偷地落泪,好像丢了魂似的。我这个当姐姐的,记得你们的一次次叮嘱,努力表现得十分坚强,一边逗着弟弟开心,一边暗自神伤:我也是个孩子!
station. Cloudy, cold, sea of people. A rapid and loud ringing of the bell rang - the train got in! All of a sudden it hurt my heart, like a prickly hairspray clutching me wildly. - Mom and Dad, can not you work close to home? I just read the second day. My younger brother was in fourth grade. Where did he wash clothes and where would he arrange his own life? When he was bored, he would Secretly crying, as if lost like a soul. My sister, remember your time and time again told hard work was very strong, while funny brother happy, while secretly sad: I am also a child!