一頁復一頁，生命的日歷翻過，有心酸悲傷的眼淚，有燦爛明天的憧憬，也有母愛點點滴滴堆砌而成的幸福。

Page by page, the calendar of life turns over, there are sad tears, bright vision of tomorrow, there are also mother's love piled up little by little happiness.

翻到幼時的一頁，記載著的是自行車粗重的喘息聲。幼時的我，身體不好，常生病，去醫(yī)院便成了我的家常便飯。那是父親在外地工作，于是每天放學后帶我去掛點滴變成了母親最重要的任務。上坡時候，自行車粗重的喘息聲與母親的喘息聲相互交錯，卻像重錘打在我的心頭，一顫一顫。但是，我知道我是幸福的，因為坐在自行車上，抓著媽媽的衣角，我知道我抓住了一個溫暖的依靠。

Turning to a page when I was a child, it recorded the heavy breathing of my bicycle. When I was a child, I was not in good health and often fell ill. It became a common thing for me to go to the hospital. It was my father who worked in other places, so taking me to hang up every day after school became my mother's most important task. When going uphill, the heavy breathing of bicycle and mother's breathing are interlaced, but they strike my heart like a hammer, shaking. But, I know I am happy, because sitting on the bicycle, holding the corner of my mother's clothes, I know I hold a warm dependence.

翻到日歷后一點的一頁，記載著的是一個悲傷的眼神和一個欣慰的微笑。十一二歲的時候，一時興起，我向母親承諾之后每天都要寫一篇日記，母親笑著告訴我說絕對不能食言，有空的時候，她會檢查。但是，那個時期正是貪玩的年齡，不到一個星期，寫日記這件事兒就被拋到九霄云外去了。那天下午，當我有些哆嗦地吧日記上交給母親時，原以為母親會狠狠地責備我，可是她只是深深地深深地看了我一眼，那種夾雜著悲傷，些許憤怒的眼神，讓我覺得自己是個十足的壞學生，眼淚不爭氣地趕集似的涌出，母親的手環(huán)過來，輕輕抱住了我，她輕風似的話語滑過耳邊：“以后，講話一定要算數?！蔽移戳嗣频狞c頭……現(xiàn)在一想，我那時是幸福，是母親澆灌了我的內心誠信的種子。

Turning to a page at the back of the calendar, it records a sad look and a happy smile. When I was 11 or 12 years old, I made a promise to my mother that I would write a diary every day. My mother told me with a smile that she would never break her promise. When she was free, she would check it. However, it was the age of playfulness at that time. In less than a week, diary writing was left out of the sky. That afternoon, when I gave my diary to my mother, I thought that she would scold me severely, but she just gave me a deep look, which was mixed with sadness and a little anger, which made me feel that I was a full bad student, tears were rushing out like a market, and my mother's Bracelet came over and gently hugged me, she was like a breeze The words slipped over my ears: "in the future, you must count your words." I nodded my head as if I were dying Now think about it, I was happy, my mother watered the seeds of my inner integrity.

日歷翻到今天，傍晚回家時，聽到母親輕輕地喚著我的小名，看到屋頂上裊裊的炊煙，便是一種最本質，最香醇的幸福。如今的日歷記載著的是我與母親跨過心靈的橋梁之后所展現(xiàn)的最純潔的微笑。

When I go home in the evening, I hear my mother gently calling my nickname. Seeing the curling smoke on the roof is the most essential and mellow happiness. Today's calendar records the purest smile my mother and I have ever shown after crossing the spiritual bridge.

日歷還將一頁頁翻過，幸福也將一次又一次的傳遞。翻開新的一頁，你又會發(fā)現(xiàn)這一頁將會記載著母親為你精心打造的幸?！?/p>

The calendar will also turn over one page, and happiness will be delivered again and again. Turn to a new page, and you will find that this page will record the happiness that your mother has meticulously built for you

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記敘文最忌平鋪直敘，文章卻巧妙構思：選取生活中三個典型事件（母親送我去看病，在我學習松懈時鼓勵我，傍晚在家對我的守候之愛）提煉為幾個精致的細節(jié)（推自行車的粗重喘氣聲，對我鼓勵的眼神和微笑、清風似的話語，屋頂上的裊裊炊煙）以細膩的描寫生動凸現(xiàn)出來，母親與我的心靈交流、給我的幸福傳遞躍然紙上；又用散文筆法，以“翻到日歷的×××頁，那上面記載著……”的領起句串聯(lián)起來，并首尾呼應點題，形散而神不散。

The narrative is the most taboo to be straightforward, but the article is ingenious: select three typical events in life (my mother sent me to see a doctor, encouraged me when I was slack in my study, and my waiting love at home in the evening) and refine them into several delicate details (heavy breathing of pushing a bicycle, encouraging eyes and smiles, wind like words, and smoke curling on the roof) to describe them in detail Vividly, my mother's communication with my heart and happiness transfer to me jumped to the surface of the paper. In prose, I turned to page XX of the calendar, which recorded The leading sentences are connected in series, and the head and the tail correspond to the point. The form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered.

但“日歷第二頁”部分，領起句與后文的照應文字有矛盾不周延之處。

However, in the second page of the calendar, there are some inconsistencies between the leading sentence and the reference text.