星云法师的一席话

前几天，我参加了“马来西亚佛光山青年寺院体验营”。
永固法师和我们说她曾听过星云法师的一席话：
怕冷就到冷的地方去，
怕热就到热的地方去，
怕人就到人的地方去。

冷不怕怕风，
穷不怕怕债，
病不怕怕痛，
鬼不怕怕人。

你所怕的人很可怜，
用慈悲可以超越恐惧。

千里之行，始于足下。

……终于，来到了中学生涯的最后一天。微凉的风抚摸着我无情的脸庞，告诉我：“是时候离开了。”

望着礼堂外的天空，远处的山和树被朦胧的绵绵细雨笼罩着。我拼命地眨眼，想看清我的校园，这个培养我五年的校舍。无奈，映入疲惫的眼帘只是一片模糊的校园雨图……

屈指一数，我上了十二年的课。我已想不起第一天上学的自己了。留下的，只有最开心与最伤心的记忆……抹不去，也带不走。

或许很多年后，我见到了老朋友（不是说你们老哦！）我可能会忘记他们的名字。但回忆的碎片，偶尔会提醒我--我有过最好的少年时光。

好不容易，一步一脚印地完成了第一个阶段的教育。接下来我要面对的是更加深入的学问。能够获取学问是我的幸运。能够以我获取的学问造福人群既是我的荣幸。想想那些没有机会受教育的可怜人。他们何尝不是用尽绵薄之力贡献社会，造福人群？只要给他们一个机会，他们一定会做得更好，更棒！

朋友们，珍惜你们从学府学到的知识并学以致用。古人云：学而不思则罔，思而不学则殆。 无论你的成绩好坏，请你抱着一个赤子之心，以“千磨万击还坚韧，任尔东西南北风”的心态创出一个美好的未来！

Save Me!

Just now, my family and I went to the watch "The Legend of Ip Man" at Jusco. As I just got my driving license, dad insists that I should be "The Driver of the Night". Anxiously, I started the engine and went on the busy road.

After I got through the traffics, it was a long, dark road. There were only few cars on the road. Fear crept into my heart when I almost lost a clear vision of the road. In addition, the driver behind me was flashing his car lamps to me, how annoying! Once again, the sparkles reduce my vision. Moreover, I felt very nervous when I enter the "Cow Zone".

The "Cow Zone" is a place where cows can cross the road whenever they like. Oweing to this, many fender-bender took place in this area. Most of the drivers died in the fender-bender. Though, there were other cases where both man and cows die or only cows die. "Namo Amittabha" I muttured to myself. May Buddha bless me. I do not want to die in a fender-bender with cows yet.

While I was focusing on the road, I saw a brown object on the road. "Oh no, was it a cow or was it only a dog?" I asked myself. When I got nearer to the object, I saw that it was not a cow, but a herd of cow! With all my might, I stepped on the brake and my car screeched to a halt. So as the car behind me. Phew! I stopped just in time. There were three cows and a calf crossing the road without fear. Still, I was afraid that they might charge at me as I was an annoying trespasser to them. I pumped the oil hard and zoomed away in a flash of lightning.

We were so lucky to survive from the cows' 'sudden attack'. My parents grumbled that the cows should be shot to death because they had cause many road accidents. To me, I think that our government should put more effort in solving two problems: Cow breeding and road lamps. If the road lamps are there, drivers can avoid crashing into those cows as they can see them from far. On the other hand, government should insist the cow breeders to keep their cows in their own farm or land. It is very dangerous to let their cows wandering on the road.

As a conclusion, Malaysia government never take any of these problems seriously. Why? This is because they live in the city where cows would not cross the highways or charge at them. Therefore, efficient steps should be taken by our government immediately to solve this issue in hand with the JKR department to reduce the risk of car accidents.

IF I HAD LISTENED TO HIM....

“no…No!” I woke up drenched with sweat. Having slept fitfully since that day, I felt drained.

I would never forget that eventful day. As it was the summer holidays, Kelvin and I had taken a few days off for a vacation at Pangkor Island. We set off just before the dawn broke and arrived at the port quite early. Our car was parked near a coffee shop under a mango tree. While waiting for the ticket counter to open, we had some cappucino in the coffee shop. The salty air and the aroma of the coffee was surprisingly a perfect match. Being two early birds, we chit-chatted happily because this was our first holiday at Pangkor island.

Soon, the port was crowded. We squeezed through the crowd and bought an early ticket to Pangkor Island. Ferries were coming into the port. Some were loading and unloading goods while others had tourists on board. Our belongings were just a backpack. “Pangkor” was the ferry we were going to board. She was not gigantic but new and well furnished with Luxurious seats, air conditioners and a LCD television! How comfortable it was.

In spite of the cozy ambience, we decided to enjoy the fresh air on the deck. Kelvin loved the murmuring sound of sea breeze as much as I did. We loved each other as we are both nature’s lover. Seagulls glided above us as I clicked the camera busily. It would be the front cover of my latest collection of wildlife on Facebook.

Suddenly, a lightning tore the blue sky apart. The thunders rolled. The dark clouds conquered the reign of the blue sky. It started raining cats and dogs. The deck became wet and slippery. All the tourists ran down the deck.

“Ah!” I slipped and fell on the deck.

“The sole of your feet is bleeding profusely! Quick, head for the door!” Kelvin shouted.

He held me tight in his arms as we walked cautiously towards the door. Just before we made it to the door, the ferry pitched vigorously and both of us fell on our knees. Then, another violent pitch occured and this time, Kelvin was lost from my sight. He had fallen overboard.

“Kelvin! Where are you?” I cried in a daze.

Before I knew, I was rushing down the deck and shouting for help. All the passengers were nervous when they heard me. The captain came to me to assure me. He said that the rescue team would arrive soon but the ship had to dock at Pangkor Island. I sat down in despair. The sky was tumbling down and I almost cried my eyes out. Helpless, I could only say my prayers.

“Please, keep him in the palm of Your hands.” I whispered to God.

Finally, the ferry arrived at a shore. From afar, I saw the rescue unit running towards me. They told me that Kelvin was found alive! I cried in joy when I met him though he was unconcious. I hugged him tightly and thanked God, for ‘He’ had heard my prayers. In no time, we were sent to a nearby hospital on the Island. The doctor said that Kelvin would be conciouse. It was just a matter of time. I was relieved.

I hated myself for my self-centredness. If I had listened to him, this would not have happened. He had wanted to go to a hill resort. If I had listened to him, he would not be lying here, in the hospital. We would have been holidaying in Genting Highlands happily.

暮晖无限好，只惜近凋残...

独立轩窗处
寻觅着如血嫣红的夕阳 千红万紫的彩霞
却是徒劳
霞光的余辉 瑰丽的温柔已不复再
凄凉的暮霭 无以名状的惨白取之
蓦然回眸
思绪转惘然 沧桑充满怀。

曾几何时
倾泻重峦复嶂的霞光 何等壮丽
鸟雀逐侣归巢的啼叫 好是烂漫
犹如一轮浑圆的落日 多么凄美

然而，

巍峨的群山万壑 已何去？
栖枝头的钗头燕 该何从？
诠释夕阳凄美的笙歌

亦在一片遗憾声中 戛然而止。

如今
似血的残阳 绚丽已不再
黯淡的余晖 窒息中西坠
依偎在夕阳殷殷如血的怀抱之年华岁月
仅仅是曾经。

却是谁言：
但得夕阳无限好，
何需惆怅近黄昏？

看见了 都看见了
汝深皱的眉头 通红的脸蛋
听见了 都听见了
汝无声的苛责 怫然的咆哮
汝无可奈何的哀求 于耳际再三回荡
久久不归于岑寂

孰不知汝再也禁不住折腾 ？
却有谁 为汝泪？
为汝悲？
为汝泣？

亦有谁 为汝反思？
谁 为汝心忧？
谁 为汝动衷？

是谁 放肆地污染汝的璀璨
让汝的淡雅沾上污点
践踏着汝的从容辉煌

予怀怅然 眼前却是一片夕阳红
泪洒凛冽西风
只言：

“暮晖无限好，只惜近凋残......”

雨夜思父

雨夜。

窗外，下着绵绵的细雨，悠悠的雨丝，天籁般的雨声——带领着我的思绪飘向远方，缅怀起许多泛黄的往事，回忆起那蹉跎成往的童年。

依稀记得，孩提时代的我，像其他小孩一样，害怕暴风雨。然而，不同的是，我有个能预测气象的超人父亲。每每暴风开始咆哮，狂雨袭来之际，无论我身在何处，他总气喘呼呼，光着脚丫，浑身脏兮兮地从田地赶到我身边，并紧紧把我脸埋在他挺拔的怀里，脱口而出的第一句话总是：“骏，别怕。爹爹在。”。他那浓厚的福建腔总像一股暖流，在我心坎倾泻而下，短短一句话，却蕴含着万千真挚的父爱，温暖着我心怀。任凭暴风是多么的狂烈，不管狂雨是多么的肆意，只要在父亲宽厚的怀抱里，我始终不曾畏惧。就这样，我在父亲的怀抱里熬过了一个又一个暴风雨之夜。

此刻，心灵注入了太多的情感，是怀念，也是想念。我突然好怀念那懵懂的青葱岁月，想念那最快乐、最无忧的年代。好怀念那段骑在父亲结实的肩膀上嬉戏、被爸爸粗壮的双手高高举起，在玩伴们面前逞威风、在田地追逐蜻蜓的日子。每次回想起当时我的年幼无知，还有把我当着掌上明珠似的百般呵护的父亲，我都会忍俊不住，哑然失笑。

回忆起自己昔日正值青春年少时的任性刁蛮，心坎就如刀割般，抽搐地痛着。记得我总是不让父亲抚摸我的额头，总埋怨他黝黑、结满了老茧的双手粗糙非常，却忘了正是那双手含辛茹苦地把我抚养长大的；放学时总不希望父亲来接我，害怕被同学嘲笑自己的父亲朴素的穿着，却忘了父亲总把买新衣服的钱省下，为喜新厌旧的我买了一件又一件的新衣裳；当我稍微长大了，不再害怕暴风雨后，我总是埋怨父亲身上的烟味难闻，不让他抱我，却忘了四十余年的老烟枪为此特地戒了烟，而我，却仍然以种种理由不让他靠近我。

多少个秋去冬来，复又春暖花开？在岁月流年的洗礼下，昔日稚气未泯的我，今朝迈向成熟。蓦然忆起家中的父亲，忆起他鬓角银丝般的白发，饱经人世沧桑的脸颊上不乏深深的皱纹，曾经把自己高高举起的那双手如今微微颤抖着，曾经呵护我走过一个又一个暴风雨夜的体躯如今佝偻着。有谁能抵挡岁月的摧残?唯一不变的只有那璀璨的笑容，那亲切感至今仍深深的烙印在我心里。突然心一酸，潸然泪下，感叹光阴荏苒，感慨岁月不饶人......

雨声在一片寂静中戛然而止，深沉的寂寞依然笼罩着黑夜，孤独的身影仍然让我觉得很彷徨、很无助。父亲啊，我真的好想再次把脸埋进你温暖的怀里，好想再听您说一次：“骏，别怕。爹爹在。”。如果人生可以重来的话，该多好啊！父亲啊，我好想再当您的儿子.......

比碧蓝的天空更为宽广的是什么？比无际的大海更为深沉的又是什么？答案是，父爱......

中五毕业演讲稿.

谁曾悄悄来到我的身边，伴我静谧于雪影萍踪之际。

谁曾轻轻拨动我封尘的心弦，慢奏起我生命中最美妙的音符。

在那铺满星辉的校道上，你我曾不期而遇。

而我竟忘记收拾起那份自命的不羁，让你便这般擦肩而过。

思念，思念，我的心难如静水，点点轻泛涟漪。

回忆，回忆，不灭的是那离愁，袭上我的心头。

我知道，回忆在沉默中永不褪色。

岁月的洗痕抹不去往昔青春的笑颜。

但你可知否？

在我们分别后的每一天，

在我心中，依然荡涤着的是你那——

一颦一笑一忧伤。

——————————————————引言————————————————

什么是母校？

母校就是，

那个你一天埋怨几遍，却不许别人说它坏话的地方；

母校就是，

你刚来的时候恨不得早点离开，但真的要离开的时候却万分不舍，

急切的希望着能多留几天的地方......

朋友们，

五年同窗，我们一起分享喜悦、分担悲伤，携手共谱写了多少友谊的篇章？

就在这里，我们从相遇，到相知，到今天我们即将挥手告别，

离开曾经陪我们欢笑、哭泣过的朋友，

挥别学校里熟悉的一草一木，与不辞辛劳的老师。

今天，我们踏出校门，已不再是懵懂的丫头，我们都是“小”大人了呢...

毕业了，好想念以前的日子呢！

曾经那些不在乎的人，不在意的小事，此刻想起来真的、真的好珍贵...

朋友们，还记得我们几年来的点点滴滴吗？

还记得，我们第一次来报到的情景吗？

还记得，我们考试时东张西望的情景吗？

还记得，我们搬出各自糗事来谈的时候吗？

还记得，我们高谈阔论的是是非非吗？

还记得，我们在班上的粉笔大战，还有为朋友取的花名吗？

还记得，我们第一次被老师称赞的喜悦吗？

还记得，每当我们遇到比较“友善”的老师，教室前几排都空着的课堂吗？

只是，毕业后，那些灿烂的花儿不再绽开，

那些记忆终究会沦落为回忆——甜美的回忆，却只剩那满腔留恋......

也许，很多年后，我们会把今天称作“那年，那——让人缅怀的一天”，

在那一天，我们

最后一次穿上校服，系上领带，

最后一次背着书包，捧着那沉重的课本，

最后一次坐在自己的座位上听着老师们讲课，

最后一次趁老师不注意时与邻座传纸条，

最后一次听着师长们的叮嘱，

最后一次全班一起合影毕业照，

最后一次与朋友勾着脖子，高唱着“友谊万岁”......

朋友们，

我们即将要分开了，即将告别这充满欢笑酸涩与淡淡忧郁的学生年代...

甚至来不及好好话别，我们就要各分东西，奔向那好遥远、好遥远的未来.....

离别，却带不走回忆，也带不走那淡淡的忧伤与苍凉......

别了，育群。

五年前，缘分将你我聚集在这里...

你的心田里，有我们嬉戏的浪花；

你的怀抱中，有我们辛勤的汗水；

你的泪眼中，更有着你我难以割舍的回忆......

别了，恩师。

您用人类最崇高的感情——爱，

播种春天，播种理想，播种力量……

您工作在今朝，却建设着祖国的明天；

您教学在课堂，却成就了祖国的未来。

您给予了我们学问，给予了我们生命的色彩，

又叫我们如何开启离别之口？

别了，朋友们，

一同拼搏的兄弟姐妹。

五年的点点滴滴，

同窗挚友，请睁开你们的双眼，

回望我们走过这青春岁月留下的深深足迹，

那里有尽兴的欢声笑语，

有酸涩的青春烦恼，

有无穷的人生启迪，

更有为实现人生价值而不断追求、永不言败的——自信笑容.....

再见了，给我教诲的恩师们，

再见了，给我友谊的挚友们，

再见了，给我留下永久记忆的育群国中，

再见了，我五彩缤纷的中学时光......