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学校汉江文化展览室里摆放了许多石头,它们各有特色,让人眼花缭乱。看着看着,我觉得世界安静下来,隐约能听到说话的声音,可仔细一听却没有了,当我再次聚精会神观赏那些石头时,声音又出现了,这一次,我听得很清楚——石头在向我讲述它们的故事。什么?您不信?那就请听我慢慢向您道来。每当我走过一方石头,总能听到生动的故事。我的耳朵,或者说是我的脚步,被一个饱经风霜的声音留下了,我想,或许它能给我一些人生启发吧!它不像别的石头争着给我讲故事,而是先让我观察它的样貌:伤疤遍布,有新的,也有旧的。看样子,它一定受过不少苦。可在它脸上,我找不到一丝
There are many stones placed in the Han River Culture Exhibition Hall in the school, each of which has its own characteristics and is dazzling. Looked at, I think the world is quiet, can vaguely hear the voice of the voice can be heard but gone, when I once again concentrate on those stones, the sound again, this time, I heard very clearly - Stones tell me the story of them. What? You do not believe it please listen to me slowly come to you. Whenever I walked a stone, you can always hear vivid stories. My ears, or my steps, were left behind by a weather-beating sound, and I thought maybe it would give me some inspiration in life, unlike the rest of the stones competing to tell me a story, I observe its appearance: scar all over, there are new, there are old. It looks like it must have suffered a lot. Can be in its face, I can not find a trace