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这是一篇英文习作，也是一个真实而久远的故事。多少年过去了，他依然还会在某个夜晚悄然地走入我的梦境——那些相似的悲伤又苦涩的梦啊，这些年来不知重复过多少回？
梦里的背景永远是昏暗的，没有光明；他的微笑也总带着几丝的忧郁，令我感到陌生。总好像他在某个地方隐居着，有时是山洞，有时在荒原，有时就在他自己的家；又总像他身残了，不是眼失明戴着宽宽的墨镜，便是腿瘸了拄着高高的拐杖…而我，又总是大哭大叫忘情地对着他藏身的地方狂呼他的名字：肖阳，肖阳! 你出来，出来呀，别躲我啊，我不怕你眼瞎了，我不怕你腿断了，我爱你爱你啊!……这最后一句现实中从未对他说出口的话，在梦里竟是喊了又喊。梦中的他，对我这几近疯狂的呼唤只是默默地微笑——那种酸楚又无奈的笑……
当又一次类似的梦醒来之后, 我和他多年前第一次的邂逅相遇再次展开在记忆中，历历在目。我哼起了那天他唱的歌，双眼开始潮湿……
后来因想参加一个写作培训班，要求写一篇短文，于是便有了下文。
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.
我是搞金属矿产的,我们曾经会战过一个金矿,距克拉玛依油田仅几十公里.同样住帐篷,同样钻塔林立,同样的壮志豪情,喜爱同样的歌.除《克拉玛依之歌》，还有《勘探队员之歌》，电影“创业”插曲（歌名忘了）。
棒打也不全是坏事，得看具体情况。
还不都是为了你好，那时候你还小，不懂事。若不是当时的果断，还不知道你要吃多少苦。
还要谢谢我哥，他那棒子打得好啊！
既然二兄发话了，我只好接招，今晚回家 苦思冥想一把，看看还能回忆出多少细节， 不过，千万不要认真，也不要指望妹子的码字水平啊!
二妹子，就说说一见钟情的事吧。小儿科恋曲，多纯真呀！
大哥啊，您就别跟着起哄了！嘿嘿，当年要不是你坚决反对，俺那一见钟情的初恋能那么快就夭折吗？
俺那点儿小儿科“恋曲”哪能跟金字招牌的手风琴恋歌相比呀，不值得大家挂念滴？
嘿嘿，n 年了，别提它了~~~！
别光嘿嘿，吊胃口，透露一二与大家分享啊。
谢谢你的共鸣和一贯的支持！
谢谢笑微同学！
那个阳光灿烂的青年，那个多才多艺的小伙子，永远地留在了记忆深处，令人叹息！
多么凄美的初恋，从未表达然而心心相映，无限美好的遐想随风飘入天堂。
“手握一杆钢枪，身披万道霞光，我守卫在边防线上，为我们伟大祖国站岗、、、”非常熟悉这首歌，金同学译的也很好，把人带回了那个遥远的年代。
野外地质会战也是我亲历的事，读起来非常亲切。谢谢金同学！
不过，我相信美丽的爱情终究会有美丽的结果，他只是去了另一个世界，天堂里，一定还有他的歌声和琴声！