英语文章 美文赏析
山西传媒学院-2012思想汇报
英语文章 美文赏析
There are few
opportunities for me to physically go out
of
my city for sightseeing, and even fewer to take
part in a
tourist group. Such an occasion came
when
I was invited to a day trip to
Wujiaqu, or Five Family
Creek, a new farm-
turned
city 32 km away from Urumqi to
which I’d never been
before. Without the
least
hesitation I accepted the
invitation.
It was an outing organized
by the local disabled persons’
federation. A
30-strong party of “special citizens” and
their caretakers, it was a “special group
” consisting of people with cerebral palsy,
polio, and
permanent spinal cord injuries. A
few sat in wheelchairs,
some leaned on
crutches, and still some limped around with
their heads and hands turning and wringing at
odd angles.
They could create an attraction
unique in its own! But each
and every one of
them wore
a happy face and talked
animatedly with one another as I
joined the
lot on April 30, 2009.
“Disabled” has
always been a harsh word to me, however
subconsciously admitted
I am to the
fact that I belong to that “lot.” I was
brought up in a world of
“normal people.” There is literally nothing I
cannot do
in my parents’ loving care. The use
of the Internet and the
grasp of the English
language have pushed me even further
away from
the consciousness that I am disabled. Right
this
moment when I, for the second time,
stood in the cool
morning air with the
“lot
” waiting for the charted bus, I
became more than ever
conscious of my “nervous
problems,” and an hour of waiting
seemed like
an eternity.
Finally the bus arrived. I
went on board with my mother
and chose a seat
by the
window in the second row. The
engine started when
everyone was seated with
all
the wheelchairs secured in the
aisle. From an attractive
midget young lady
two
seats away on my right, I retrieved
my glance and focused
it on the window. Past
corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable
plantations, the bus came to a halt one
hour later in what looked like a small
parking lot of a
scenic spot called “The 4th
Annual Exhibition of Tulips.”
Tulips!
Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they
are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost
like a gentle
young lady? Ask Thumbelina from
one of my picture books
Mother used to read me
when I was young – which depicted
a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower
I have
loved tulips ever since, but was never
given a chance to get
a real-life sight of
them until now….
But it was not until
the bus, with tremendous difficulty,
maneuvered a few feet
closer to the
entrance some 30 minutes later, did I get
off
to catch my first glimpse at my favorite
flower.
Arranged in crescent beds are
patches of red and yellow
dazzling under the
blazing sun. Despite the warning “Stay
where
you are and we will have a group photo
taken in a moment,” my legs take me to the nearest
bed.
Bending down, I fix my gaze at one
particular tulip, which
holds its six red
petals on an upstanding
stem. Around the
stem sprouted several half-folded
triangular
leaves like two little hands posed as if to
support the stem and the flower. Inside the
petals there is
no little Thumbelina to be
found but a tiny golden pistil
standing up
straight on purple and yellow star-patterned
velvet, bracing itself up for the sun
’s and my glare.
“Attention. Time to
take the photo!” Comes a shout from
the crowd
behind. Obediently I turn around and squeeze into
a
pool of standers for one unified “Cheese!”
And then a real
tour of tulips begins.
Along a tree-lined road there are red,
yellow, pink,
orange, magenta, crimson, cream,
snowy white, pearly silver,
dark purple, light
gold, and rosy claret – the only colors I
know by their names. They, together
with a wide array of
color
combinations – magenta-yellow, red-white, purple-
silver,
pink-gold, to name a few, creates a
world of colors.
Tottering on the brick-wide
path laid amidst the
flowers, I am
turned into a clumsy butterfly in a search
for
the perfect patch
of tulips. This lot is
charming, I yell to my mom and the
companions.
No, wait
, I think this one is even
better…, I decide hesitantly.
In the end I,
dazzled
by an overwhelming effort of
tulips to show off their
tints and hues, haul
down
my wings and come to a conclusion
that it’s real hard to
find one group superior
to any other, for every color, every
pattern
they exhibit is a creation of Nature – created
long
before preference and prejudice were ever
known to mankind.
To share something
good with your friends doubles your
happiness.
I find this saying quite weak when I see one of my
wheelchair-bound friends shooting flowers
with a DV. He is a handsome man in his late
thirties. Ten
years ago he broke his neck in a
terrible work accident and
has been left
paralyzed since.
“Wow, I wish I could
have a camera like this.” I walk
over and ask,
“Is this
a disc-type?”
“Yep, 40GB.” He replies with a smile.
His smile makes my happiness grow by at least five
times.