這個哨子,它的顏色是銀白色的.它是我曾祖母給我的,它跟著我,雖然說不是很多年,但是就是因為不是很多年,我才覺得更有它實際的意義.曾祖母很老了,她要到別的地方住,臨走時,叫妹妹拿這個口哨給我,那時我還問怎么拿給我呢?過后,我哭了,我想起她對我的好,這也許是她對我的期望.我是長孫,弟妹們也都長大了,這個哨子就沒什么特殊用途了.也許由我最初開始,最后還是要到我手上吧,這是一個過程,成長的過程.曾祖母老了,但是卻讓人推來推去,有時候我覺得我非常沒用,如果我有本事,我一定會給她最好的照顧.我想這個哨子會一直陪著我,因為這里有著曾祖母對我的期望,我要用它來吹響人生.吹響自己.

熱心網友

The silver-colored whistle was handed down to me from my greatgrandmother。It has been mine for not many years but that is why I feel it so special。When my greatgrandmother was old she decided to move to a new home。She had my sister giving me this whistle before she left。I asked why it was handed to me then in a little surprise,but I could not help bursting into tears when recalling her kindness。It was a token of her expectation。As the eldest grandson,I am the beginning of that expectation and I should be responsible for it,though the whistle had lost its actual use after all my younger brothers and sisters had bid farewell to their childhood,So it also witnessed my growing into a grown-up。I feel myself rather useless when greatgrandmother's children are trying to pass the buck to each other with all sorts of excuses。I swear I would give her the best care whenever possible,also I will keep this gift of expectation all along,as the opening whistle of my life。