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這是一篇英文習作，也是一個真實而久遠的故事。多少年過去了，他依然還會在某個夜晚悄然地走入我的夢境——那些相似的悲傷又苦澀的夢啊，這些年來不知重複過多少回？
夢裏的背景永遠是昏暗的，沒有光明；他的微笑也總帶著幾絲的憂鬱，令我感到陌生。總好像他在某個地方隱居著，有時是山洞，有時在荒原，有時就在他自己的家；又總像他身殘了，不是眼失明戴著寬寬的墨鏡，便是腿瘸了拄著高高的拐杖…而我，又總是大哭大叫忘情地對著他藏身的地方狂呼他的名字：肖陽，肖陽! 你出來，出來呀，別躲我啊，我不怕你眼瞎了，我不怕你腿斷了，我愛你愛你啊!……這最後一句現實中從未對他說出口的話，在夢裏竟是喊了又喊。夢中的他，對我這幾近瘋狂的呼喚隻是默默地微笑——那種酸楚又無奈的笑……
當又一次類似的夢醒來之後, 我和他多年前第一次的邂逅相遇再次展開在記憶中，曆曆在目。我哼起了那天他唱的歌，雙眼開始潮濕……
後來因想參加一個寫作培訓班，要求寫一篇短文，於是便有了下文。
Your Sunny, Eternal Smile
It was the coldest winter I can remember. I was 13 and came home from a middle school where I was boarding for the winter break. My parents were working in Henan oil field located in the suburb of Nanyang city, in the province of Henan. The oil field was still in its inception and you could see the construction sites everywhere. More than 80,000 people were transferred there from different areas all over China for a great battle for oil. Very soon, we formed a small town but did not have our own schools, hospitals, department stores, or post offices -- life was hard and inconvenient.
It was a very cold day. There was little food left for my family. Mom gave my brother and me “an arduous task” to go shopping in the country fair which was about five kilometers away from home. We had no bicycles then and walking all the way in such an abominable cold weather seemed so horrible to me -- I’ve always been in fear of coldness my whole life.
With baskets on our backs, my brother and I marched on the bleak and desolate country road. The northwestern wind was howling badly, and it felt as if there were innumerable knives cutting into my face. Although we were still moving, my whole body got frozen gradually. I cursed the weather and kept stamping my feet with anger and pain.
Seeing my suffering, my brother tried to divert my attention from this tough condition by telling me about his school life and his new friend -- the son of his school master. “He can compose songs like our Dad. He plays accordion and violoncello. He’s very nice and warmhearted.” My brother spoke in his high spirit of how this 15 year-old boy had taught them songs and instructed them for a rehearsal. When they finally got to the stage singing and dancing, he was the one that played his accordion for them. Little by little, I got spellbound by my brother’s words about this talented boy. Unconsciously, my steps were quickened.
The sky was dark, the wind was still blowing. There were few people on the road. Suddenly, a sonorous singing voice was wafted from afar by the wind, “holding a gun in my hands, a myriad of sun rays draping over me, I’m guarding the frontier of my motherland……” words of the popular army song at the time were heard clearer as the singer approaching us nearer. “That’s him, that’s him!” my brother shouted. The singing boy stopped singing and walked toward us followed by a girl and a kid at about my age. Meeting us unexpectedly made him very happy, especially when he knew I was a singer in my school. We started chatting on music, the school band and our dream to become a musician and a singer someday… I was so impressed by his enthusiasm, his sunny smile, his bright deep eyes, and his intelligence that I forgot the time and the terrible weather which had been bothering me.
Since then, we had been friends. When the oil field had its first middle school, he became the monitor of my class. We practiced singing together and he composed a lot of school songs for the class. We not only gave performances in the school but also toured the drilling teams one by one for the workers who had little recreational activities. We went to the universities at the same year and kept in touch by letters. Although we both knew that we loved each other, we just had not expressed the feelings out of our heart. We thought we were still young and had much of life ahead. We thought the day would come naturally, as if when a melon is ripe and falls off its stem. Unfortunately and sadly, he left me only sweet and bitter memories… he was gone forever when he was only 21.
Many, many years have passed, my dear friend. Your sunny, eternal smile has been, and will always be, on my mind.
我是搞金屬礦產的,我們曾經會戰過一個金礦,距克拉瑪依油田僅幾十公裏.同樣住帳篷,同樣鑽塔林立,同樣的壯誌豪情,喜愛同樣的歌.除《克拉瑪依之歌》，還有《勘探隊員之歌》，電影“創業”插曲（歌名忘了）。
棒打也不全是壞事，得看具體情況。
還不都是為了你好，那時候你還小，不懂事。若不是當時的果斷，還不知道你要吃多少苦。
還要謝謝我哥，他那棒子打得好啊！
既然二兄發話了，我隻好接招，今晚回家 苦思冥想一把，看看還能回憶出多少細節， 不過，千萬不要認真，也不要指望妹子的碼字水平啊!
二妹子，就說說一見鍾情的事吧。小兒科戀曲，多純真呀！
大哥啊，您就別跟著起哄了！嘿嘿，當年要不是你堅決反對，俺那一見鍾情的初戀能那麽快就夭折嗎？
俺那點兒小兒科“戀曲”哪能跟金字招牌的手風琴戀歌相比呀，不值得大家掛念滴？
嘿嘿，n 年了，別提它了~~~！
別光嘿嘿，吊胃口，透露一二與大家分享啊。
謝謝你的共鳴和一貫的支持！
謝謝笑微同學！
那個陽光燦爛的青年，那個多才多藝的小夥子，永遠地留在了記憶深處，令人歎息！
多麽淒美的初戀，從未表達然而心心相映，無限美好的遐想隨風飄入天堂。
“手握一杆鋼槍，身披萬道霞光，我守衛在邊防線上，為我們偉大祖國站崗、、、”非常熟悉這首歌，金同學譯的也很好，把人帶回了那個遙遠的年代。
野外地質會戰也是我親曆的事，讀起來非常親切。謝謝金同學！
不過，我相信美麗的愛情終究會有美麗的結果，他隻是去了另一個世界，天堂裏，一定還有他的歌聲和琴聲！