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那年花开

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    ①夏季，是栀子花盛开的季节。那纯洁的花瓣，幻化成一张张灿烂的笑脸，那弥散在空气中的花香，凝聚成记忆中的欢声笑语。那些深藏在记忆深处的想念，便随着这清新的栀子花香弥漫开来。

    ②初三那年，我对写小说特别感兴趣，经常把自己写的小说拿给班里的好朋友看，他们都夸我写得好。我高兴极了，写得更起劲。有次上课的时候，一位同学偷偷看我写的小说，被老师抓个正着，于是我被请进了老师的办公室。

    ③“这么闲啊？”班主任徐老师拿着我写的小说，摇晃着举到我面前。

    ④“老师，我写小说没有占用课堂时间，都是在作业做完了以后再写的……”我吞吞吐吐地说。

    ⑤“作业做完了，再做其它的练习题巩固啊！要知道，你现在上初三，正是关键的时候，怎么还有空写这些东西！”徐老师显得非常失望。

    ⑥“老师，我保证以后再也不写了，您别生气。”我小心翼翼地说。

    ⑦A徐老师坐到椅子上，把小说从头看到尾，时而眉头舒展，时而嘴角含笑，一直没有再说话。墙上的钟“嘀嗒嘀嗒”地走着，仿佛在敲打着我的心，我紧张得快要窒息了。

    ⑧谁知他看完后，对我说道：“文笔很不错嘛！不过目前学业最重要，千万不能因为写小说而影响了学业。我倒是很愿意做你的第一个读者。”他顿了顿，接着说道：“我这里有杂志社的征文启事，你可以试着投稿。”我听了他的话，惊讶地抬起头看着他。看到他脸上微笑的表情，我悬着的心终于放了下来。

    ⑨在老师的鼓励下，我参加了人生中的第一次征文比赛。不过出师不利，什么名次都没有得到，我气得把稿纸全部撕掉，发誓再也不写小说了。徐老师得知后，又把我喊到了他的办公室。

    ⑩“喝杯茶吧。”徐老师温柔地拍拍我的肩膀，把一杯热气腾腾的茶递到我手上。“今天找你聊聊，给你讲个故事。”看着我沮丧的神情，徐老师微笑着说道。

    ⑪“在伊朗德黑兰的一座宫殿，人们会欣赏到世界上最美的建筑。宫殿的天花板和四周墙壁都闪闪发光，好似镶满璀璨的宝石。但如果你走近细看，就会发现那些所谓的宝石其实只是普通的玻璃碎片。”听到这儿，我疑惑地看着徐老师。

    ⑫“建筑师原本打算把当时十分珍贵的镜子嵌进墙面。镜子运到的时候，不小心被工人打碎了，工期又非常紧张，再运镜子已经来不及了，建筑师灵机一动，把那些碎裂的镜片敲得更小，镶嵌在天花板和墙壁上，从远处看，那些镜片就像是钻石一样熠熠生辉。”

    ⑬“这太神奇了！”我不由得惊叹道。

    ⑭“是的，”徐老师语重心长地对我说，“在人的一生中，会遇到很多的挫折，谁的梦没有被打碎过？挫折是把双刃剑，既会让你感受到失败的痛苦，又会让你快速成长。听说你把稿子撕成了碎片，希望你能把失败的碎片，变成成功的宝石。”

    ⑮听了徐老师的这番话，我重拾了信心，写作的热情一发不可收拾，有越来越多的文章刊登在报刊上。在那年中考中，我发挥出色，作文得了满分。徐老师知道后，竟然一反常态，在办公室里转起圈来……

    ⑯B在我的记忆里，那一年，校园里栀子树上的花笑了，笑得那样灿烂！

（选自《中学生阅读》2016年第2期有删改）

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    Years ago when I volunteered at a homeless shelter, I talked with a boy, Albert. He said he liked my1 “Do you want to see mine?” he said, 2 his leg. He was barefoot. He said he'd been meaning to pick up a pair but hadn't gotten one. I felt a 3 feeling in my stomach.

    A few days later I was at home helping to 4 my daughter. I smiled when I 5 the socks over her feet. At that moment, Albert flashed in my 6.

    At noon, I went to a department store and 7 a shopping cart with socks — nothing 8, just white cotton men's socks.

    The next morning, I drove to the Palisades Park, which is a common overnight—destination for 9 individuals,

    I grabbed one of the 10 from my trunk and walked across the grass. It was dark out. It was a beautiful feeling to 11 before the sun and most living things.

    I headed fro a group of three men. Two were asleep and the third was digging through his shopping cart. It was loaded with plastic bottles and some clothes, and a few books — most 12, everything he owned in this world. As I walked toward him, he turned and 13 me, perhaps questioning my intention.

    “I thought you might 14 some new socks, ” I told him, handing him a pair. He looked 15 at first but took them, smiled and said, “Thank you.” I gave two more 16 for his partners.

    I 17. After 20 minutes, I returned for the second bag. An hour later, I 18 all the socks. Most people were sleeping, and I felt like a(n) 19 Santa Claus. I knew when they woke up they would find a very meaningful 20. That gave me an amazing feeling.