中文誦讀: 絢麗紫  英文誦讀: 小小麥冬

 

      時光荏苒，日月流轉(zhuǎn)，轉(zhuǎn)眼間三年匆匆而過。時間如同一位急躁的說書人，從不停歇，而我們經(jīng)歷的一切也已成為了歷史。三年的疫情，抗疫、封城、停課，仿佛是一場大夢。然而，盡管時光流逝，但有些人的身影早已深深刻進了歷史長河，也銘刻在你我的心中。因為他們早已成為疫情肆虐，萬物蕭殺，冬日余暉里揮之不去的那抹最美的風景。

       2022年的夏天，我每天在家上網(wǎng)課，和父母互相鼓勵，努力維持著那本就不多的一線希望。直到，那一天，你的出現(xiàn)。你日復一日地在小區(qū)中消毒，為老奶奶買菜、做飯，拿著擴音器一次又一次地鼓勵我們。我不知道你的年齡、模樣，也不了解你的來歷。只知道你是一位年輕的姐姐，在那個灰暗的時刻，你就是那抹最美的風景，把我從深淵中拉了出來，讓我聞到了春的氣息。

       那是一個夏夜，天上突然下起了大雨。雨聲淅淅瀝瀝地拍打著窗戶，整個世界顯得壓抑而又恐怖。我在房間里來回踱步，心里像壓了一塊巨石，喘不過氣。越是這樣的寂靜，越讓人懷念往日的煙火氣息，曾經(jīng)的萬家燈火和熱鬧的人間。

       走到窗邊，我忽然看見你穿著防護服站在門口，頂著狂風暴雨依然堅定地守護著小區(qū)。風在你身上肆意拍打，可你卻紋絲不動。冰冷的雨幕中，你的目光如一道炙熱的光束，傳遞著無比堅定的信念。黑暗中，除了你，還有千千萬萬和你一樣的無名英雄——醫(yī)生、護士、快遞員、環(huán)衛(wèi)工人……他們默默無聞，組成了那抹最美的風景，裝飾著，堅定地守護著我們的家園。

        那一刻，我感覺心中的巨石被移走了，風也小了，雨滴仿佛變成了翩翩飛舞的蝴蝶，點綴出最美的風景線。是啊，她不是一個人，有無數(shù)像她一樣的平凡英雄在默默堅守。他們都相信：我們終將迎來勝利的曙光！

       你看，天總會放晴，雨終會停止。我們所堅守的，最終得以實現(xiàn)。

        歷史的書頁或許太薄，記不下他們炙熱的一生。但像她們這樣默默無聞的普通人，在中國有多少？雨夜中的那抹最美的風景，早已深深刻在我心里。她們的名字無人知曉，但她們卻在不經(jīng)意間成為了明燈，照亮了我們這一代人的赤子之心。愿我們以青春的熱烈，擁抱著那抹最美的風景，筑就中華新時代的未來！

A Scene That Will Never Fade Away

(This article aims to eulogize the nameless and faceless people in COVID-19.)

As the days and months swirl by, three years have slipped away in the blink of an eye. Time is like an impatient storyteller who never pauses. Everything we’ve experienced has now become part of history. The three years of fighting the COVID-19, blockading the cities and closing the schools feel like an unbelievable dream. However, despite the passing of time, some people have already been deeply etched into the river of history, and into our hearts. They have long become the most beautiful scenery, lingering in the twilight of winter, amid the raging pandemic and the desolation of life.

In the summer of 2022, I attended online classes at home every day, encouraging each other with my parents as we clung to the faint hope that remained. One day，you appeared. You disinfected the neighborhood, bought groceries and cooked for the elderly lady, using a loudspeaker to repeatedly encourage us day after day. I don’t know your age or appearance, nor do I know where you came from. All I know is that you were a young girl, and in that dark moment, you were the most beautiful scenery. You pulled me out of the abyss and allowed me to smell the scent of spring.

It was a summer night, and suddenly, a heavy rain began to pour. The sound of the rain pattered against the window, making the world feel oppressive and terrifying. I paced back and forth in my room, feeling as though a huge stone was pressing on my chest, leaving me gasping for air. The more silent it became, the more I longed for the warmth and life of days gone by—the bustling streets, the myriad lights of homes, and the vibrancy of humanity.

I walked to the window and saw you, you stood at the entrance of the building in your protective suit, braving the storm as you resolutely guarded the neighborhood. The wind lashed against you, but you didn’t give in. In the cold dreary rain, your gaze shone like a burning beam of light, conveying a deep and unshakable belief. In the darkness, there were countless unsung heroes but you—doctors, nurses, delivery workers, sanitation workers and so on. They worked carefully and silently, forming that most beautiful scenery, steadfastly guarding our home.

At that moment, I felt the stone in my heart lift, and the wind seemed to get smaller. The raindrops turned into fluttering butterflies, adorning the most beautiful scene. In fact, she wasn’t alone—there were countless ordinary heroes like her, standing firm in silence. They all believed that we would eventually see the dawn of victory!

You see, the sky finally clears, and the rain eventually stops. What we hold on to will ultimately be realized.

The pages of history may be too thin to record their fervent lives. But how many ordinary, nameless and faceless people like her exist in China? That beautiful scene in the rainy night has already been deeply engraved in my heart. Their names are unknown, yet they inadvertently became beacons, illuminating the pure hearts of our young generation. May we embrace that most beautiful scenery with the passion of our youth and build the future of China’s new era together!  

注：魏瀾系鄭州外國語學校平原分校七(10）班學生，此文是她升入初中后首次沒有經(jīng)過潤色修改，原汁原味的月考作文。

【作者簡介】

姓名: 魏瀾。鄭州外國語學校平原分校，七(10)班學生，自幼喜歡閱讀和寫作。

【英譯者簡介】

魏海璽，河南省南陽市社旗縣人，北京第二外國語學院英語學院2023級英語專業(yè)碩士研究生�，F(xiàn)正致力翻譯一部200多頁中華文化藝術經(jīng)典圖史專著。

【中文主播簡介】

絢麗紫，山東淄博人，大專，曾任國企播音員，喜歡攝影，熱愛朗誦，網(wǎng)絡多家平臺簽約主播，喜歡用聲音詮釋文字的魅力，用真誠演繹歲月的故事。在唯美的詩句和旋律中，做一個真、善、美的傳播者。

【英文主播簡介】