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图书名称：《每个人故事都有自己的星光》

【作　者】《青春美文》编辑部编

【丛书名】英语街 有美一朵

【页 数】 219

【出版社】 郑州：河南人民出版社 , 2017.09

【ISBN号】978-7-215-11169-1

【价 格】29.80

【分 类】英语-汉语-对照读物

【参考文献】 《青春美文》编辑部编. 每个人故事都有自己的星光. 郑州：河南人民出版社, 2017.09.

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《每个人故事都有自己的星光》内容提要：

本书是一本精美的中英双语温暖故事书，其主要内容包括；就算你已飞不动，我依然会是载你的风；我的世界，总有你的二分之一；晚安，亲爱的陌生人；短暂地陪你过一生。

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你总是这样，像火堆一样让我汲取源源不断的温暖，像灯塔一样照亮我成长的路途。那么当你有一天累了、倦了时，请换我成为你的依靠，一直到老。

You have always been like a bonfirethat keeps me warm,like a lighthousethat lightens up my path.So when youfeel tired and exhausted,please let m-e be your support till the end.

每一次离别时

情好好炮紧

王宇昆

高三那年的冬天，她给我做了许多次早餐，千篇一律的野菜饼配两个煮鸡蛋，或者自己擀面条，煮一碗热乎乎的鸡蛋面。那是她最不拿手的料理，因为我的嘴巴挑，没那么容易满足。那当然也是她最拿手的料理，出生在北方农村的她最懂得如何烹制筋道的面食。

那些早晨，我要么吃完一个大饼骑单车赶去上学，实在来不及就揣一个在兜里，到学校时，饼还热乎着。后来，我还是厌倦了这没有新意的味道，不再叫她给我做野菜鸡蛋饼。但她还是早早就起床，坐在黑暗的客厅中央，等着到点叫我起床。冬天的早晨那么冷，她穿了两层秋裤站在厨房门口，双手不停摸索着围裙，掏出几块钱让我出去买点吃的。

我把单车抬下楼，她就站在门外看着，每天都是这样，我在楼道里大喊一声“我走啦”，她应一声，然后我听见关门声的回音。

对于她来说，我的吃饭问题是最大的难题，小时候挑食，无论怎样努力都无法做出我喜欢吃的东西，长大后我的毛病改了，可她却没力气再费心思变出什么花样了。

她好像把小区外面速食店里的东西都买了个遍，通过各种各样的食物来试探我的喜好，喜欢了就会一直买下去，不喜欢了就再换另一样。她那么省吃俭用的一个人，剩饭放馊了也不舍得扔，对我却没有止境地放任。

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Please Hold Me Tight Every

Time We Say Goodbye

Wang Yukun

It was a winter in my senior year.She has made me numerous breakfastswith the same vegetable pie and two boiled eggs.And sometimes she wouldmake the noodles by herself and cook a bowl of warm egg noodles,which wasthe most difficult dish for her.Well,I was very picky about food.And of course,born in northern countryside,she was very good at this dish,as she knew bestabout how to cook the tasty chewy noodles.

For all those mornings,I would either finish one big pie and rush for schoolby bike,or put it in my pocket and find it still warm when I arrived at school.

But later,I got tired of the same flavor every day and asked her to stop makingme those vegetable egg pies.She would still get up early in the morning and sitin the middle of the dark living room,waiting for the time to wake me up.Thosewinter mornings were so cold,and she would stand at the kitchen door wearingtwo layers of pants with her hands groping in her apron,trying to find somemoney for me to buy breakfast.

She would stand at the door and watch me carry the bike downstairs everyday.I yelled from the hallway,"I am leaving".And she would respond with theechoing sound of closing door.

As for her,how to feed me was the most difficult task.I was picky aboutfood when I was young.No matter how hard she tried,the food was never myfavorite.As I grew older I quitted the habit,but it seemed that she could nolonger make the effort to create something new.

She seemed to have purchased all the food from the convenience store inour neighborhood and used them to test my likings.If I liked it,she would keepbuying till I changed my flavor.She kept a thrifty life and spared no food even ifit has gone bad.But for me,she would indulge me with no limit

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印象中，她总是偷偷给我塞零花钱，推来推去之后我还是收下，她会再补上一句“奶奶最亲你了”。不知道为什么，我挺厌烦这句话，厌烦的原因连我自己都无法理解。

我厌恶她疏于打理的家，我厌恶她洗不干净的脸，我也厌恶她省吃俭用的性格。

可再多的厌恶，也无法阻碍太阳每天升起，日子

每天刷新，她还是按时把我叫起来，帮我准备好买早餐的钱，把水果洗好，等着我晚自习下课回家吃。

那些年，她成为我生活中的一部分，我们很少聊天，只是偶尔交流今晚准备了什么水果，明天要吃什么。我们很少分享彼此的情绪，她会偷偷记下我的坏毛病，然后告诉我的父母，我也会故意给她一些不好的脸色，不去搭话，不愿理睬。

我因为一些她听不懂的事情伤心着，她因为一些我不会多加关心的事情哭着，但生活终究以这种相互磨合却平淡的方式度过。她迈着硬朗的步子去给我买早点，孜孜不倦地讲着超市里的蔬菜的价格，我抱怨着喊想再多睡一会，推着单车睡眼惺忪地说：“我去上学啦。”

那段回忆里，因为她“一不留神”地闯入，却成了至为深刻的部分。深刻得就像冬日里她踩着冰，拎着早点回家的身影，永远地定格在清晨天蒙蒙亮的颜色里。

她在自家阳台上种了一排辣椒，辣椒成熟后就摘下几颗炒菜用，辣味

十足。她经常向我炫耀这点小成就，笑得很开心。

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In my memory,she would always secretly give me allowances.I wouldtake them in the end after shoving around.She would said,"Grandma lovesyou."Not knowing why,I was really upset about those words and I couldn'teven understand the reason.

I hated the mess at her home,her dirty face and her frugal living style.

Regardless of the hatred,the sun still rose every morning,and the daystill went by.She would wake me up on time and prepare money for me to buybreakfast;she would wash the fruits and wait for me to come home from school.

For all those years,she has been a part of my life.We barely talked.

Occasionally we shared about what to eat tomorrow and what fruit to preparefor tonight.We never shared our hearts,but she would secretly keep notes of mybad habits and pass that along to my parents.And I would deliberately be angrywith her and ignore her words.

I was grieving for something that she would not understand;and she wascrying for something that I would not care about.But life went on as simpleas we adjusted ourselves to each other.She went to buy me breakfast with herstrong and firm steps and talked about the price of vegetables in the markettirelessly.I would complain how I wish I could sleep longer as I pushed awaythe bike with a drowsy look,"I am leaving for school."

Her accidental break into my life has become the deepest part in mymemory.It was so deep that the image of her carrying breakfast on thin ice on awinter day was frozen in the color of dawn forever.

She planted a line of peppers in our balcony.

When they were ripe,she would pick up some fordishes and the spices were so hot.She would oftenshow off this small accomplishment in front of me andlaugh so happily.

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大二这个假期我回来，她却把那一排辣椒全给剪了，没有人知道为什么，也没有人企图拦下她，她只是看着那些光秃秃的辣椒，傻呵呵地笑。

再没人能看透她的心思了，她拿着一个钱包，里面装着几百块钱，时不时手里还握着一把筷子。

她开始咳嗽，喘不上来气，每天需要吸氧，吃饭也越来越少，整个人

一天天消瘦到只剩下骨头。

以前那个胖乎乎的老太太再也没有矫健的身影，只剩干瘪的身体、凌乱的头发和胡言乱语。

连续住了3次院后，她惶恐地睁着眼睛说：“孩子们把我送进了监狱。”嚷着要回家，所以最后只得送她回家保守治疗。她每天要吃10种药物，咽下各种红红绿绿的胶囊。这种邪恶的力量，医学解释为肺癌晚期。所有人都瞒着她，但她好像也察觉出了什么，知道自己的身体愈发糟糕。

我摸着她的胳膊，不停地说话，逗她开心。她抓着我，嘴里不停地念叨着那句“奶奶最亲你了”，转眼又忘记了我的名字。

好像就是那么一瞬间，从前所有的嫌隙都不见了。像当初她给我买早点一样，我走遍大街小巷去买能引起她食欲的东西。像当初她劝我一样，我趴在床边劝她开心一点。她抓着我的胳膊，我笑着对她说：“什么坎都能迈过去的。”

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