每个人，都想建立自己的国度

多少次尝试让自己的梦随风飞舞

却总是理想的泡沫在泪海中漂浮

背井离乡洒下头颅

念着渺茫的明日沉痛地付出

没有谁能够真正理解

我们的孤独，我们的无助

异乡的夕阳寒冷彻骨

我们的步履又无比急促

苦海无边

再回头时，却已无法登陆

终于——

你我都练成了绝世的功夫

你我都得到了神明的庇护

本想演绎最完美的征服

却怎么，怎么

怎么都打不赢这江湖……

Frankly, I must say, a race which is so exhausting that one aims at getting his best grades can only grit his teeth to persevere through, was certainly a test for endurance. However, the satisfaction that the end of this harsh period gave me was, to my astonishment, much less than I had expected. Perhaps after going through a routine of forcing myself to sit on the desk and stuffing enormous information into my mind, a sudden relaxation seems unable to overcome the inertia.

Any way, the final lap was over. I want to run over cloud nine, but I have to lie down to recover.

                                                              ----题记

花香在窗外蔓延，填补着每一个缝隙。

阳光透过窗子斜进屋来，空中摇曳的蝴蝶仿佛被一种魔力所牵引，沿着阳光的通道，飘到那宣纸上。纸上绽开的是几株鲜艳的牡丹，姹紫嫣红，恣意浪漫。

“花香再醉人，也比不上你的墨香。”

十三岁的小莫痴已经是大唐画界翘楚，天资聪颖的他似乎天生就与水墨丹青相息相通。在师父的精心指点下，画艺日见精湛，成了远近闻名的小才子。

和莫痴一起学画的还有邻家少女楚凄凄，两人青梅竹马，相交甚笃。小莫痴最开心的时刻，莫过于携同凄凄到长安郊外的渭水河畔，铺一张宣纸，执一管狼毫，各自描绘心中最美的风景。半晌，两人望着彼此画中的自己相视而笑。直到夕阳将天边的云霞染成和她脸颊一样绯红，他们会把彼此的画，连同画中的彼此，一起投入渭水河中。他看着她笑靥，美得含蓄、美得细腻、美得悠扬，像一个古老而又遥远的梦境，又像是似曾相识。伴着流水荡漾出的动人情歌，两只小手牵在一起，留在身后的是两人长长的影子。晚风轻轻斜过，风中雨点轻轻地敲打着他们小小的幸福。

十六岁那年，唐王李世民下令在民间招募宫廷画师。一同参选的莫痴和凄凄得到的是让人惊讶的结果，楚凄凄当场被考官选中，而莫痴却在连续几轮的竞争中惨遭淘汰。

凄凄的离去的瞬间，莫痴热泪夺眶而出，却似乎也无法温暖她苍凉的背影。凄凄仓促的回望定格在莫痴记忆的长廊里，从这一刻起，寂寞便成了这个少年的唯一伙伴，在每一个不眠的夜里，在每一个静寂的黎明，在每一个失意的午后。

从那以后，莫痴便辞别了师父，开始了自己的云游之路。

流年百转千回，十年后，他故地重游，欲寻故人却无觅处。长安，大唐帝都，依然整齐喧嚣，严谨多变，无时无刻不向造访者宣示这个都城的壮丽与宏大。

然而这一切，都因为少了一个她而不再显得亲切。

行至闻香酒楼，欲呼美酒，却猛然想起凡间还有叫做银子的东西。

突然，楼上的一声喊叫引起了众人的注意。莫痴急忙上楼，发现十几个流氓正在欺负一个歌女。莫痴二话不说，拳脚解决了几个流氓。众见之欲上，莫痴抽出画笔，在空中挥洒出一块巨石，把他们压在石下。一袭长衫，一纸折扇，一管狼毫，一身书生打扮的莫痴却有如此身手，难怪围观的人惊讶于他眼神中的波澜不惊。

原来，莫痴出走后被微服下凡的太白金星看中，历经十年风雨，苦修画艺，终于化身为天庭画师。

俊朗的面容，刚毅的目光，轻风中微微颤动的睫毛，还有那管被岁月摧残得不堪入目的狼毫笔……这一切，别人不识，她又如何不识？往日的记忆韧如丝，一圈一圈包裹着她僵硬的身躯，眼前英雄的轮廓却越见清晰。

“小女子楚凄凄，多谢公子救命之恩。敢问公子尊姓大名？ ”

莫痴一怔，灵魂几欲出壳。

一直潜伏在自己血液里的女子，一句陌生人般的道谢，夹带着隐隐的哀伤，像落在宣纸上的一滴墨，沉缓而怅然地在他脑海中斑驳开来。

“在下画魂，云游四海之画师。”也许是近情情却，也许是不想暴露仙界身份，内心翻腾的千言万语却凝成了让两人都始料未及的一句话。

“姑娘保重，在下先行告退。”

凄凄猛地抬头，却已追寻不见。冰冷的话语已经像锋利的匕首，一遍又一遍划过她已经凋零的心。

翌日，长安东市。心神如滴入清水的墨汁般游离不定，莫痴猛然听到身后人群的谈话。

闻香酒楼的歌女服毒自尽，她的谜一般的身世也终于公诸于众。原来，本来身为宫庭画师的她，为躲避唐王的宠幸，借回家探亲为机，在闻香酒楼隐姓埋名，化作一名歌女，每日为自己画眉来逃避官兵的追捕。

莫痴听罢，胸口一阵剧痛，迸出的一口鲜血红若染料。奔至凄凄榻前，她已是白布覆身。

红尘往事，依稀重现。泪眼模糊的天界画仙拔出他的画笔，在白布上运笔如行云。寥寥几笔，一个女子的轮廓已清晰可见。每画一笔，莫痴的脸都被痛苦扭曲得变形，不只因为道行的消耗疾如风，还因为内心的积累的歉疚浓于墨。最后一笔落成，只见白布上的女子周围笼罩着七彩的光环，又缓缓消失，这女子似与凄凄合为一体。

放笔的一刹那，又是一口鲜血迸出，这回脸上却是释然的微笑。

莫痴用他的道行为凄凄画出了她的魂魄。

她已性命无虞。

重重玉宇三千界，一一琼台十二楼。

虚空之间，凌霄宝殿演绎庄严与繁华。

“大胆莫痴，你可知自己该当何罪！你私自下凡，已是触犯天条，又深陷儿女私情，滥用仙法，扰乱人间生死规律，罪无可赦。理应送上斩妖台，让你魂散九天。朕念你初犯，法外开恩，你若尽数承认罪状，朕便发放你到人间，与凡间楚凄凄历尽千世情结，再来为仙。”

玉帝言罢，两名天兵便把笔墨纸砚摆到莫痴面前。众神的视线都集中在莫痴的身上。

抬手之间，莫痴发现自己的右手已被封印。看着周围冷笑的眼神，他突然明白想置他于死地的神不只一个。

莫痴意念暗动，别离、聚集、守望、缠绵，一切在此刻飞扬。数千滴墨汁应韵而起，翻转，升腾，又像仇恨的雨点砸在宣纸上，便是钩、皴、点、染，浓、淡、干、湿，阴、阳、向、背，虚、实、疏、密，一应俱全。纸上又是那熟悉的女子，还未完全现形便已昭示出她的魅力。最后两滴，点出的是凄凄明若星子，澄澈无比的双眸，荡涤了在场每一个神仙的心。

莫痴左手一扬，一个身披七彩霓裳，笼罩日月光华的女子已经在空中临风起舞。天地间彩霞潋滟，美轮美奂。

这一刻，这个天庭为之动容。

这一刻，连玉帝都动了凡心。

伸出左手，面容憔悴的莫痴确已无力追寻。深情的眼神中承载的是只有凄凄才能读懂的话语。

如果有来世，我会在时间的尽头守望，看你从六朝的繁华中款款走来。

如果有来世，我会重新在渭水河边，拿起手中的画笔，画出你最美的容颜。

如果有来世，我会与你相拥在牡丹花架下，做一个繁星满天的梦。

如果有来世，我会与你同隐江湖，并肩站立，遥看年华，飞逝如烟。

改编自<北京欢迎你>,献给中国男足:

我家球门常打开;要进几个随你

交锋过后就有了底;你会爱上这里

不管远近都是客人;请不用客气

进的少了别在意;下次补给你

我家住着谢亚龙;书写每段传奇

不懂足球也不要紧;仕途才是第一

陌生熟悉都是客人;请不用拘礼

谢主席他很热情;场场都陪你

国足欢迎你;为你敞开球门

再不济的实力;也能找信心

国足欢迎你;在主场上分享平局

哪怕你（世界）排名垫底

我家球门常打开;开怀容纳天地

一个两个不算稀奇;再多也输得起

天大地大都是朋友;请不用客气

场上梦游是惯例;场下才牛B

国足欢迎你;用红牌感动你

你们捞足积分;我们来出局

国足欢迎你;遇上了您就随便赢

有我们就会有奇迹

Question: Write about the time when you were faced with an extremely difficult situation which involved your sense of integrity, and how you overcame it.

It was an afternoon when we were in Primary School. John, my best friend, and I went t find Sean, our class monitor to do our homework together. Unexpectedly, we were told by his mother that he had not come back yet.

“It has been two hours after school, where else can he go?” John asked.

“Who knows? Let’s go and find him.” I answered without actually knowing where to go.

We walked down the street, wondering why the well-behaved boy did not go home after school. When we approached our school main gate, I accidentally saw a familiar figure in the Internet Bar next to our school. I called John to draw his attention to that person.

“Oh, my God! Is it Sean?” John shouted out in disbelief.

Sadly, it was. Our class monitor was playing in an Internet Bar, making a mistake seriously prohibited by our school rule, and sitting so close to the door that everybody outside could see him. We walked nearer, much to our surprise, Sean, who used to be so quiet and self-disciplined that made no body link him to computer games, seemed so much engaged by the screen in front of him. John ran into the bar without thinking twice, pulled Sean out and stared at him in anger. No doubt that we were both shocked.

“Please, don’t tell my parents that you have seen me here, or they’ll kill me.” Sean begged, his voice shaking.

“You should know that you have done something wrong.”

“Sorry, but please don’t say anything. How about this?” He quickly pushed a one dollar coin to each of us.

I was so bitterly disappointed by his act. However, seeing so much fear, if not horror, on Sean’s face, I pulled John and we ran away.

“What am I going to do about this?” I asked myself, still doubting whether what I had seen just now was true. I could not make a decision whether to tell his parents. Thinking of the expression on Sean’s face just now, I realized that his parents must treat such matters very seriously. However, his behavior had turn my impression of him upside down. If I were to confess to his parents where he had been, I must be pushing one of my best friends into a plight. If not, will he realize that he has done something wrong and stop making the mistake over and over again? At that moment, I had already made up my mind. Something must be done to rescue him.

I went to his house and told his parents what we saw, handing over that one dollar coin that Sean had given to me. That was also the moment when Sean came back home.

In a fit of apoplexy, Sean’s father slammed the table with his hands, shouting at him, “Out! You are not my son anymore!” To be honest, I started to regret after seeing his father’s reaction.

Sean was obviously trying his best to hold back his tears, but he failed. At least he managed to pluck up his courage to admit his mistakes.

Avoiding to see him being scolded, I left his home.

After so many years until today, I still cannot forget about this. If I were given a second choice, I think I would still do the same. I have conquered myself and helped my friend.

Epilogue: Are you surprised that this lousy piece of work can give you an A2? Unbelievable, isn’t it? Now it may be better explained if I cite the examiner’s comment for you. “ A good attempt! This recount is well-developed! Pay more attention to sentence construction and expression.” Just like what my teacher has told me, you don’t need bombastic vocabulary to give a good impression to the examiners, neither do you need to create a fantastic story line to astonish your readers, what really matters is the development and organization. Surprised again? English composition is just like this. After all, it is not difficult, as long as you keep the tips in mind.

兰舟上，让我为你撑渡

探寻失落的霓裳，那江南旧梦

玲珑湖畔，清雅女子

像一片曼妙婉约的江南小令

借千年的风，万年的雨

在红尘中风华绝代的是你

醉人的女儿红，眼中的迷茫

岁月也被微醺

可是浓雾中

那里去寻那彩虹似的梦？

飞花落，细雨朦

烟雨蒙蒙的江南

轻轻绕指的三分温柔

最美的不是梦，是那淡淡的忧愁

纤纤素手，柔情似水

江南为我写了一首动情的诗

滴滴细雨穿成的银线

竟成了我流连尘世的羁绊

雨中的江南，细腻的极致

点滴到天明

天啊，离人的泪

胭脂般的嫣红

轻舞，飞扬

丁香般的古律

将记忆中的残存唤醒

却让我独自凭栏

这次，氤氲的是眼泪

白衣娘子已被岁月染红

恍惚间，我想

你早已不该再寻觅那江南旧梦

钟声悠扬

你泪雨凝噎，念着伤心的哀婉

却唤不回那背影

换回了一股凄凉

摇摇欲坠的泪滴

砸在心头

你却化蝶，飞向他

梦如江南，我沉醉一生

天刚好下着雨，柏油路上湿湿的。他们在骑楼下躲雨，他穿着白色的风衣，看绿色的邮筒站在街的这面。虽然他们站在一起，我却感到他是孤独的。樱子也望过来，她知道，我一直站在店里的橱窗后面。

沉默了这么久，为什么不开口呢？

虽然隔着一条马路，我看得见樱子的脸上做了一个下决心的表情，她的唇在颤抖。就在这时，他对她说了一句话，她静了一下，也对他说了一句话。他默默点头，从风衣口袋里掏出一个信封，把信封交给了她。

樱子对他微笑着，又说了一句话，撑起伞，走过马路，向邮筒这边走来。

对我而言，她是向我这边走过来了。

我看到樱子的眼神，她看到我了。现在她是向着我，背着他。这半年来，她的心早已向着我，背着他。樱子对我笑了笑，那眼神，仿佛在说，让我为他做完最后一件事，就跟他说清楚。

随着一阵拔尖的刹车声，樱子的一生轻轻地飞了起来，缓缓地，飘落在湿冷的界面，好像一只夜晚的蝴蝶。

虽然是春天，好像已经是秋深了。

她只是过马路来帮他寄信。这简单的动作，却叫我终身难忘了。我缓缓睁开眼，茫然站在橱窗后面，眼里裹着滚烫的泪水。世上所有的车子都静了下来，人潮涌向马路中央。

没有人知道哪躺在街面的，是我的，蝴蝶。这是她离开他，离开我，都只是五公尺，对他而言，是五公尺的永远；对我而言，是永远的五公尺。他一定后悔让她离开五公尺，我则只能在心里哀伤，永远，只差五公尺，就可以像他现在这样，光明正大地，抱起樱子。

更大的雨点溅在橱窗上，隔着透明的玻璃，溅到我的生命里来。

然而我又看到永远的樱子，穿着白色的风衣，撑着伞，静静过马路了。他所爱着的樱子，就这样永远是他的蝴蝶了。我所爱着的樱子，也就这样永远只属于我的了，几乎就要公开的秘密花园。我茫然站在橱窗后，为樱子守住了这个秘密，成全了他和樱子的永远，也将我和樱子的永远封缄。

那封信是怎样写的，年轻的樱子还不知道，我却是知道的。我是他最好的朋友，他在两天前把决定在下个月和樱子结婚的心意告诉我；那封信是打算通知他母亲的。我也是为了这个原因，决定要向他坦白；善良的樱子却要求我，让她亲口告诉他，以免对他造成更大的伤害。

我们约好了，就在今天，在这个他们经常约好见面的地方。她会对他说清楚。而今天，刚好下着雨，我还想，雨天，总是适合离别。

                                                                                                                          梁文福(新加坡)

从我身旁划过

却不在我肩上

留下一簇芳香

望着书桌上

那叶细细而又狭长

手心里攥着的

是花开的希望

拨开浓密的叶子

甩掉晶莹的露水

粉色的花朵在跳舞

舞动失落，舞动惆怅

花儿迟早会凋落

这美丽又能有多久长

如果花开的结局是悔恨

我宁愿接受花落的悲伤

然而花落是花开的伊始

花落是归宿的芬芳

花落与花开一样

值得庆贺，值得赞赏

花开，是幸福的歌唱

花落，是幸福的守望