B8 2020年4月16日
小露峥嵘
责任编辑：李岩
《环保从小事做起》 文/蒯令姗
As our living standard has been improved, the environmental protection is becoming more and more important. What can I do for our environment? I think that starting from small things around us will lead to the improvement of our environment. For example, I do my best to save electricity in my daily life. When I leave the room, I always remember to turn off the lights and TV. Water is obviously the most precious natural resource that
exists on our planet. I do my best to save water everyday. I al- ways remember to turn off water to avoid wasting water. During summer, I collect used water for my gardening when I wash vegetables. Planting trees helps improve and beautify the envi- ronment. I do my best to avoid using paper cups and disposable chopsticks because they are made of wood. We shouldn’t cut down too many trees. We all know plastic bags don’t decompose
easily. So, I made some cloth bags by reusing the old cloths. When I go shopping, I use the cloth bags instead of the plastic bags. I believe that doing all these small things will improve our environment and help make our world more beautifu（l.By Ling- shan Kua）i
在我的包包里有个小小的环保袋，她一 直伴随着我从家乡来到这里。小小的环保袋 由我们中国特有的方格子布自制而成，简约 的款式和淡淡色彩，除了里层有个夹层之外， 没有任何的华丽装饰，简简单单的一点都不 起眼。每天不管去哪我都随身带着这个小小 的环保袋，她不仅购物时能排上用场，避免使 用不环保的塑料袋，她还承载了我对家乡的 思念，还有我对世界环境的保护和对地球— 我们的家园的一份爱和小小的贡献！ There is a small handmade recycle bag in my backpack. She has been accompanying me here from my hometown China. The small eco- friendly bag is made by our own unique square cloth in China, with simple style and light col- or. Except the inner layer has a mezzanine, there is no gorgeous decora- tion. It is simple and inconspicuous. I bring this small green bag with me anywhere everyday. It’s not only helping me for shopping and avoiding using plastic shopping bags, but also making me miss my hometown. It’s my little contribution to the world environment protec- tion and my love to the Earth where we are living.（By Lily Liu） 我的环保袋 文/ 刘立
图注：作者刘立自制的环保袋
Ups and Downs
David TANG 15 years old Vernon Barford Junior High School
bit, after all, we were the best in town. Then the shock came, we were smashed by the opposing team. A team that had seemed so slow and dim witted before had seemingly managed to transform itself entirely. We were turtles compared to their runs up and down the field. We felt like statues as they cleanly dribbled and passed between us. We seemed similar to malfunctioning machines, missing nearly every pass by a wide margin. In the end, we were utterly humil- iated without compassion in a massive 9-0 loss that did some- thing more severe to us than just a loss on paper. We were se- verely broken down inthe mind. After the game, our coach gave us a long and meaningful pep talk.He described in painful detail of every failure we had gone through this season. The coach also dropped a huge bombshell on us, our success did not come freely, it had to be gained through hard work and perseverance. This idea seemed to be a thunderclap to our conscience and a snowblower to the thick layer of self centred snow that had covered our minds. The rea- son for our failure had been inadequate work ethic and inability to understand the concept of“no pain no gain”. To combat this plague of laziness and overconfidence, our team began our‘Practice Sleep Repeat plan of action’. Every day for the next several weeks we really put our efforts in making our soccer team a powerhouse again. From dawn to dusk we trained our hardest, running along the fields, doing high- speed passing drills, and what felt like hours of actual game simulations. Our sweat poured and minds roared to leave the field and take a break but we all gritted our teeth and continued. This diligent and industrious mindset fixated on strategy began to bear fruit as the season went along. Our record became almost impeccable and it felt as if we were the galacticos once more. The thinking of loss and mortification in our first match gave us fire in our strides as we continued on in our march for final success. The day of redemption had come at last. We were about to face the very side that had so profoundly destroyed us in the first match of the season and gave us a fiery desire for absolute re- venge and satisfaction in the finals of the City Cup. The match had begun quite evenly as we were both on a similar level of playing skill
and style. It was a continuous back and forth between the two sides with no real chances being traded. The game continued like this for another 20, 40, and eventually 80 minutes, and ev- eryone began to wonder who was going to be the winner? After a tense but boring 90 minutes, we went into“golden goal mode”. The team who scores first will be the one to win the City Cup. This is where our great rejuvenation had finally been completed. Slowly and strategically, we had been outdoing the opposing team. Our possession was about 20% more and our passing trice as accurate. The mechanisms in our well-oiled goal machine had finally begun to click. I received a long pass from deep in the defensive area of our side, I dribbled the ball as fast as I possibly could. In a blinding flash, I had made it to the op- posite end of the field just by the corner flag with two defenders on me. The field was wide and not another defender in sight, I silky weave my way between the two lumbering baboons called “defenders”and found a lone goalkeeper standing 15 metres be- tween me and the City Cup. Just as I was dreaming about ultimate glory, I was shaken by a large and ruthless slide tackle from one of the goon defenders. My daydreams disappeared and I turned back into game mode. Dodging the dirty tackle with surprising grace and kept ongoing. I was now right by the goalie, with a flurry of a com- bination of both pure brilliance and private practice, I complete- ly undressed the goalie with a resounding fake before crisply tipped the ball into the net. The crowd went ballistic. That evening, after the celebrations had ended, the cheers had died away, and the endless streams of congratulations and pats on the back had stopped, I sat alone on my porch and looked out at the sunset. My mind was far away from the beauty of vibrant, dancing hues playing before my eyes but on the insane soccer season I had just taken part in.“What allowed us to be so suc- cessful in the end?”I wondered out loud,“What permitted me and the team in general to win that last herculean battle and re- gain our lost laurel of fame?”At that moment, I remembered an iconic Colin Powell inspirational quote that describes my situation per- fectly:‘A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work.’
Never had I ever felt this awkward before. I had looked forward to this day since the beginning of the year, but here I was, my guts predicted oncoming dread. The soccer season had not even started and I was already feeling the beginning of a catastrophic year. My friends offered me some comfort and said I was just para- noid. Deep down however, I had a tingling sensation of uncer- tainty.“What was going to happen this season?”I wondered si- lently to myself as I slowly trudged towards the bright green soc- cer fields. The first practice of the season had started off relatively smooth- ly. Everyone seemed to have a positive vibe. Many of us had not seen each other for a full 10 months and had an almost endless amount of things to say. We expected easy picking on our weak opponents and to continue our magical success from the season past. But a hole began to emerge in our game plan just as we passed the halfway mark of the practice: our attitude. It had declined so badly over the off-season. The same group of people who had been rudely stereotyped and mocked as the fake CR7s (A soccer player often described as the most fit, hard working, and flashy man on Earth) seemed unable to run a lap around the field within 5 minutes. Our coach kept trying to push us to our past limits, but nothing seemed to be working. It felt as if a part of our former selves were missing. At the end of the practice, our general mo- rale changed into a negative wave that swamped all over us. It just didn't seem possible to a team that won every possible medal and trophy last year, without a single loss or tie, being in such bad shape. The first game of the soccer season is approaching. Our spirits had risen quite dramatically after we recognized that we were just a bit off our game and that we had no problems whatsoever. This mindset was further cemented by the fact that we were playing against a team that we had beaten to a pulp so many times in the last season that we basically mucked around a soccer ball for half an hour during the warm-up. We did not worry a
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