【话题作文】
第一篇:《美文精选》
匆匆
作者: 朱自清
燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
1922年3月28日
昨天和今天
—关于时间的遐想
昨天
昨天，来也匆匆，去也匆匆。
昨天已经与我们分手，有如大江东去，再也不复回了。
昨天走得仓促，面影朦胧。你可真的认清了它的真面目吗？
昨天，是一个白昼和一个夜晚的简单的和；是业已彻底失落了的二十四小时；是人生的一页永远也抹不掉的确凿记录；是我们的生命在不知不觉间流逝了的一小部分。――是的，只不过是很小很小的一部分，然而却是很足珍惜的一部分。
昨天，头也不回地悄然而去了，然而却带走了人们在那二十四小时里的一切行为的印记。那些印记自然还十分新鲜――有的人留下光彩，而有的人却留下了污斑。有的人留下了辛勤的成果，留下了前进的脚印，留下了攀登的指痕；而有的人却只留下了几声无聊的笑语，几声懒散的呵欠和刺耳的饱呃""
你呢？你给昨天留下了什么印记？
在向昨天揖别的时候，愿你不要因为自己辜负了它而有愧于心。
今天
今天，翩然而至了。你可曾思索过：今天是什么？
今天，是昨天未尝得到，而明天又行将失去的东西。今天是从昨天而来的，然而不属于过去；今天将要向明天进发，然而又不属于未来。
今天，只属于它自己。
今天是活生生的，实实在在的。今天充满色彩、声音、生气和活力。
――有风，也有水；有花，也有草；有阳光和云朵，有山岳和海洋；还有原野和森林，还有月亮和星星。
创造的汗水，进军的鼓点，奋发的吼声；胜利的欢呼""使今天显得格外迷人。
今天，书声琅琅，歌声飞扬。
今天，列车奔驰，钢花飞溅。
今天，庄稼在贪婪地吮吸大地母亲的乳汁；石油钻探平台的钻头在起劲地向大陆架的岩层伸延""
啊，这就是今天！朝气蓬勃的今天，龙腾虎跃的今天！今天是为了诞生希望和奇迹而存在的。谁也不要辜负这洒满阳光的日子！
抓住今天吧！紧紧地抓住吧！今天，我们要有所作为，有所进步，有所登攀！
明天，曙光初临的时分，当你揖别我们眼下这个沸腾的“昨天”，愿你不要因为曾经荒弃过它而感到羞赧。
随想二则汪国真
我喜欢出发
我喜欢出发。
凡是到达了的地方，都属于昨天。哪怕那山再清，那水再秀，那风再温柔。太深的流连便成了一种羁绊，绊住的不仅有双脚，还有未来。
怎么能不喜欢出发呢？没见过大山的巍峨，真是遗憾；见了大山的巍峨没见过大海的浩瀚，仍然遗憾；见了大海的浩瀚没见过大漠的广袤，依旧遗憾；见了大漠的广袤没见过森林的神秘，还是遗憾。世界上有不绝的风景，我有不老的心情。 我自然知道，大山有坎坷，大海有浪涛，大漠有风沙，森林有猛兽。即便这样，我依然喜欢。
打破生活的平静便是另一番景致，一种属于年轻的景致。真庆幸，我还没有老。即便真老了又怎么样，不是有句话叫老当益壮吗？
于是，我还想从大山那里学习深刻，我还想从大海那里学习勇敢，我还想从大漠那里学习沉着，我还想从森林那里学习机敏。我想学着品味一种缤纷的人生。 人能走多远？这话不是要问两脚而是要问志向；人能攀多高？这事不是要问双手而是要问意志。于是，我想用青春的热血给自己树起一个高远的目标。不仅是为了争取一种光荣，更是为了追求一种境界。目标实现了，便是光荣；目标实现不了，人生也会因这一路风雨跋涉变得丰富而充实。在我看来，这就是不虚此生。 是的，我喜欢出发，愿你也喜欢。
平凡的魅力
我不会蔑视平凡，因为我是平凡中的一员。我的心上印着普通人的愿望，眼睛里印着普通人的悲欢，我所探求的也是人们都在探求着的答案。
是的，我平凡，但却无须以你的深沉俯视我，即便我仰视什么，要看的也不是你尊贵的容颜，而是山的雄奇天的高远；是的，我平凡，但却无须以你的深刻轻视
我，即便我聆听什么，要听的也不是你空洞的大话，而是林涛的喧响海洋的呼喊；是的，我平凡，但却无须以你的崇高揶揄我，即便我向往什么，也永不会是你的空中楼阁，而是泥土的芬芳晨曦的灿烂。当然，当那些真挚的熟悉或陌生的朋友提醒或勉励我，不论说对了还是说错了，我都会感到温暖。
孤芳自赏并不能代表美丽，也不能说明绚烂，自以为不凡更不能象征英雄气概立地顶天。
我承认，我的确很平凡，平凡得像风像水像雪""然而，平凡并非没有自豪的理由，并非没有魅力可言。
风很平凡，如果吹在夏天；水很平凡，如果是沙漠中的一泓清泉；雪很平凡，如果飘落在冬日与春日之间""
我欣赏这样的平凡，我喜爱这样的平凡，我也想努力成为这样的平凡。
做个唐朝少年郎潘向黎
你愿意生活在哪个时代？有一天，突然有人这么问我。
唐朝，当然是唐朝！只有在那个年代，我希望我是个男人。只有奔放昂扬的男儿意气，才能和那个时代的雄浑开阔相称。
做一个唐代的翩翩少年郎！想一想都让人热血沸腾。
“新丰美酒斗十千，咸阳游侠多少年。相逢意气为君饮，系马高楼垂柳边。”美酒值万钱，咸阳的游侠多么年轻潇洒！彼此相逢又意气相投，且一起去畅饮一番吧，不马系在酒家旁的柳树下，且别管它。多么潇洒不羁！第一次读王维的这首《少年行》，我就想，只有那个胸襟开阔、元气淋漓、高歌狂饮、八面来风的唐朝，才出得了这样英气勃勃的少年郎。什么少年老成，什么仕途经济，都成了酒时的笑谈！除非是那些无情无趣的呆子，谁“忍把浮名，换了浅吟低唱”？何况“安能摧眉折腰事权贵，使我不得开心颜！”
我要练一身好武艺。我要四处游历名山大川。我路见不平，拔刀相助；我轻财重义，一诺千金；我来去如风，行迹萍踪。
“洛阳城里春光好，洛阳才子他乡老。”在自我放逐中用乡愁下酒，这是我
第二篇:《美文》
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of
the best string instrument players in our town. He could not
read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it.
When he was younger, he was a member of a small country
music band. They would play at local dances and on a few
occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told
us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that
featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that{家人美文}.
after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious
man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the
day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of
environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for
the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr.,
would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz,
Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known{家人美文}.
rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its
Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house.
One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We
learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and
would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another
song that was often shared in our house was a song that
accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only
had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to
play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier"
was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the
song and the program and would often get out the mandolin
after the program was over. I could never get over how he could
play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I
loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin.
This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we
enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he
could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family.
He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that
his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man
and have children of my own before I realized how much he
had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962.
Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to
play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. 我父亲是个自学成才的曼陀林琴手，他是我们镇最优秀的弦乐演奏者之一。他看不懂乐谱，但是如果听几次曲子，他就能演奏出来。当他年轻一点的时候，他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们在当地舞厅演奏，有几次还为当地广播电台演奏。他经常告诉我们，自己如何试演，如何在佩茜?克莱恩作为主唱的乐队里占一席之位。他告诉家人，一旦被聘用就永不回头。父亲是一个很严谨的人，他讲述了他试演的那天，很多人在喝酒，咒骂，他不想呆在那种环境里。 有时候，父亲会拿出曼陀林，为家人弹奏。我们三个小孩：翠莎、蒙蒂和我，还有乔治通常会伴唱。唱的有：《田纳西华尔兹》和《海港之光》，到了圣诞节，就唱脍炙人口的《银铃》："银铃，银铃，城里来了圣诞节。"歌声充满了整个房子。父亲最爱的其中一首赞歌是《古老的十字架》。我们很小的时候就学会歌词了，而且在父亲弹唱的时候，我们也跟着唱。我们经常一起唱的另外一首歌来自沃特?迪斯尼的系列片：《戴维?克罗克特》。父亲只要听了两遍就弹起来了，"戴维，戴维?克罗克特，荒野边疆的国王。"那是我们家最喜欢的歌曲。他知道我们喜欢那首歌和那个节目，所以每次节目结束后，他就拿出曼陀林弹奏。我永远不能明白他如何能听完几遍后就能把一首曲子弹得那么好。我热爱唱歌，但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林，这是我遗憾至今的事情。 父亲喜欢为家人弹奏曼陀林，他知道我们喜欢唱歌，喜欢听他弹奏。他就是那样，如果他能把快乐奉献给别人，他从不吝啬，尤其是
He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that
old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You
could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the{家人美文}.
farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the
man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from
the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone
quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to
in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks,
Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an
accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that
the welders farther up the production line would have it to
complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third
index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of
steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it,
and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He
didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him
picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the
mandolin. 对他的家人。他总是那样，牺牲自己的时间和精力让家人生活得满足。父亲的这种付出是只有当我长大成人，而且是有了自己的孩子后才能体会到的。 我在1962年1月加入了美国空军基地。每当我休假回家，我都请求父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有人弹奏曼他在那古老的曼陀林上抚出的旋律能够触及你的灵魂。他弹奏的时候，身上似乎能发出四射的光芒。你可以看出，父亲为能给家人弹奏出如此美妙的旋律，他是多么的自豪。 父亲年轻的时候，曾在农场为爷爷工作。爷爷是农场使用者，要向农场所有人交纳谷物抵租。1950年，我们全家搬离农场，父亲在当地石灰石采石场谋得职位。采石场
在1957年倒闭，他只好另觅工作。seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company 陀林能达到像我父亲那样的境界，
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. 他曾在马里兰州登多克的欧文斯游He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the
would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we 艇公司上班，还在马里兰州的洛斯铁公司上班期间，他遇到了意外。accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he 的托德钢铁公司上过班。在托德钢would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, 他的工作是把有棱角的铁滚到搬运I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the 台上，这样焊接工才能作进一步加accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it
didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We
were just glad that he would play. When he played the old
mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in 左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", 铁中。医生对手指施手术，但未能
保住那只手指，最后父亲只好让医would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West
Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with
inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy
treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity.
About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play
the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He
knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us.
He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I
looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw 事故后，父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林了，他觉得再也不能像以前弹得那么好了。我休假回家请求他弹奏曼陀林，他以种种借口解释不能弹奏的原因。最后，我们软硬兼施生把那手指的指尖给切除了。那个手指并没有完全丧失拿东西的能力，但是却影响了他弹奏曼陀林的能力。 工来完成整个工序。在那个特殊的日子里，父亲的
before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes 逼他就范，他终于说："好吧，但是from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad
that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes
the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing
was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin! 记住，我拨弦再也不能像过去一样后，我再也不能弹得像过去那样好了。"对于家人来说，父亲弹得好不弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀
林，就会把我们带回昔日那些无忧
无虑的幸福时光。"戴维，戴维?克
罗克特，荒野边疆的国王"就会再次
响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。
1993年8月，父亲诊断得了不
宜动手术的肺癌。他不想接受化疗，
因为他想体面地过完他生命最后的
时光。大约在父亲去世的一周前，
我们请求他能否