动漫迷

你为什么喜欢动漫？
我花了两年才想通这个问题。
从中四开始在朋友的大力推荐后，觉得故事挺有趣的，开始看起在小学毕业后就放弃了的爱好之一 ——动漫!
至于放弃的原因嘛，因为想变得像大人。。。他们总说那太幼稚了，是小孩子才看的。

虽然身边大多数的人都说动漫和卡通是小孩儿的余兴节目。
这点我无法赞同。
抛弃小孩时候所喜欢过的爱好就叫作长大了吗？还是他们无法正视自己，认为只要不再做那些人们都认为不妥的事情，所以才随波逐流，而那些童时的爱好就成了羔羊。

继续看动漫已将近四年了。。。
对现在的我而言，他已经成为了生活的一部分。
他不是单单只是个兴趣，一个生活的调剂品。他就像在冰冷的夜里残留的烛光，给在生活上遇到挫折的心带来一丝温暖， 日常的故事，细腻的情节，让人出乎意料的笑点，就是他的全部，也是我喜欢他的原因。
就像从茶杯上渐渐上升的热气般，带着淡淡的温暖,持续的温馨。

说到动漫，给人的第一个影响应该是这个吧！ ：）

 

这个想必也不陌生吧！

ELT212 (Chapter 3: The Chief)

Crossing through the placid prairie, Acken brought Elliot into a grand castle. In the lounge, there was a middle-aged man stood in the middle of the room.

“Chief, I brought a lost child.”

“What is your name, blond?”

“Elliot Wyclif, Sir.”

“Elliot… It was just like what he had said. He told me that a boy named Elliot, who given the ability to save this world from being engulfed by a tremendous catastrophe which will soon happen, will come from the past. Elliot, we will make sure that you are safe in this world but you have to fulfill your task when the time comes.”

“But Sir, I am just an ordinary human. What can I do?” I am just an ordinary primary school boy, what can I do? After all, who is ‘he’? Why the chief, a gracious leader of a tribe in ELT world have to listen to him and shows respect to him? Most importantly, as a science fiction fan, I travel into the future!? Isn’t this ironic…

“Elliot, he is the ruler of this world, although he is not here since ten years ago but his instruction must be followed, I know that you are not from this world and have no obligation to do as he told but you are now living in the world of he! So please listen to the words of him.”

“As you wish, Sir.”

“Elliot, be careful during 212. You must kill when the harm comes.” Said the chief while glancing at the stained glass that extend to the ground which portray a blonde shepherd.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m a pacifist.”

“Acken, stay with Elliot during 212 and ensure no harm happens to him.”

“Yes, chief.”
(PS: Edited by Kiarie)

ELT 212 (Chapter 2: Acken Hausmann)

              A black hole appeared suddenly in the midair. The boy was dropped. On the lush-green meadow, the boy laid still on the floor. When time passes, the boy was awake. Where am I now? The watch shows 7pm. I had lost track of the other since twelve hours ago, but now I still see no one.  I knew this trip isn’t my thing, I  prefer to spend my time on ‘Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows’  in my room. Wait, I remember there was a black hole on the floor and I was sucked into it. Is this wonderland? But this seems no different with the earth to me though…neither rabbits run around nor a bottle on a table which labeled “Drink Me” appears in this ‘wonderland’. All they have are pine trees, thorns, grass, and a HUMAN KID with reddish-brown mahogany hairs! It looks like I’m saved. Elliot beckons the boy over.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m Elliot Wyclif and currently in the middle of my school trip, Who are you? What is this place? ”

“What is a school trip? They called me Acken Hausmann and I am from tribe ELT and this is The World ELT.”

“Nice to meet you but what is The World ELT? Is this earth?”

“It’s the name of our world on earth, are you having amnesia or memory loss? You should know about ELT.”

“Yeah, I suppose so, you see, I fell down from a tree and hit my head, so I forgot about everything except my name.” This is the worst lie I had ever made.

“Well, guess I will have to explain, we are all live on earth and this world is called ELT because we have a special rule that our ancestors don’t have, called 212. You aren’t supposed to forget about 212, right, this might be what that kills you…”

“What is that? A year or a date?”

“What is date and year? That is a time in 24 hours time format, 9.20 in night, a time to kill.”

“KILL!? Do you mean by murdering? Assassinate? Put someone to death?” Why do they have such a weird rule allowing people to kill? What should I do? 

“Absolutely, it seems like you hurt your head real hard, this is the rule for survival, how can you forgot that. Anyway, follow me, I’ll lead you somewhere safer, There is only one hour before 212.”

ELT212 (Chapter 1: School Trip)

              Living his life as usual, Elliot, a ten years old student in primary boy-school in Florida began to pack his bag for school trip without knowing that a disaster is going to happen to him. The numbskull school trip and the old man were the matters that occupied in his mind. Why should I go to this school trip? I would prefer to read ‘Deadly Hollows’ in my room. Don’t the adults understand that reading is very important? This is a holiday, so school shouldn’t interrupt us with this meaningless school trip… Living in camps for three days, what should this be called? Survival games? What is the use of this? Cultivate independent with SO MANY PEOPLE? Don’t mock me… Besides that, I am still wondering why am I always having a dream about an old man… I do not remember meeting him before but it kept haunting me. “Elliot, don’t forget your sin.” What is he talking about? I admit that I swear a lot but I didn’t commit any crimes. Why did he say that to me like I am a criminal? This is completely a nuisance.
                Reaching the destination at 7am, the advising teachers were giving peroration, including instructions like rule and schedule. Listening to the long speech repeatedly had made Elliot bored. No one knew the tranquilly life of Elliot is going to be twisted after 2 hours, none except the old man. Elliot’s mother was doing the laundry like usual under the clear sky, his friends were chatting with him like usual and the boy himself would not know that he is going to leave nor have the chance of saying farewell. After the speech was finished, the boys were limbering up and went on a ramble afterward in order to search for a suitable place for camping, across the weeds and thorns. Without realizing that he had walked further away from the boys and ignoring the hazard of being alone in the forest, Elliot was reading ‘How To Train Your Dragon Season 2: How To Be A Pirate’. The introduction is hilarious, it say night fury is smaller than other dragons. Haha. After finished one chapter, he finally put his book aside. Why am I alone? Oh my god, I lost the boys.
                  The sky was getting darker and foggier. The gloomy atmosphere in the forest was freaking the boy out. I should find the boys more quickly or else I will have to stay overnight by my own in this murky forest. Beginning to feel anxious, Elliot picked up his pace and went closer to the black hole on the floor unintentionally without realizing the sound of wind coming from the floor. Blinded by the pitch-dark vision, the boy went closer and closer… What is happening? I am getting SUCKED IN! “HHEEELLPP! ANYONNE THEEREE? HHEEELPP MEEE… ” Being sucked into the black hole, the boy went unconscious and traveled through a tunnel filled with darkness and uncountable doors of time. The old man called it the time passage.
(This was my first time writing a short story, hope that it will give you some pleasure in reading it. PS: Edited by Contradictory Dreams)

假面的冷笑

我很开心哦，因为我活着。
有很多烦恼，但我也很开心。
享受着大自然的美，是件值得个高兴的事。
因为没有人会知道那一天什么时候会来临。

开心，活着， 是什么？
烦恼又是什么？
美又可以怎么衡量？
那一天不是一直都在吗？

尽量的享受吧！烦躁，愤怒，怨恨。
因为这是生活的一部分。

好奇，期待，愉快，感恩，这是什么？
有什么值得感到新奇？
未来还存在吗？
什么是欢乐？
他真心想帮你吗？

忧愁？
这是什么？

微笑是什么？

星期日的早晨

那个早晨，写作的早晨。

与星期一至六与众不同，这一天不需要七早八早与周公分离，可以悠哉地睡到自然醒。懒散的赖在床上，看着被电风扇吹得摇摆的窗帘所透露出的腼腆晨光在天花板上优美的舞姿，脑空白的呆望着，今天是星期日。

赖床赖了一段时候拖着懒散的骨头依依不舍的离开温暖的被子。洗把脸，一杯伯爵茶，书架上的一本书，悠闲的日子开始了。

在没有压力的这一天，生活变得自由，自由的生活，清晰的思维，创作的天地。

那一天，也是星期日。

我一直都在找时间，身为一位学生我必须把大部分的时间都花在上课，课外活动和学习上，所以并没什么时间做其它的事情，至少我一直来都是这么想的，所以我便过着只是上课，下课后也只为学习努力，顶多也只是看看电视节目打发时间，从不像其它同龄的学生一样学学点课外的技能，就这样度过了平淡的童年。

上了高中二年级后，班上换了个中文老师。这位老师每隔段时间都会有个特别的任务交给我们——作文。作文在读书生涯是学生常遇见，再普遍不过的功课，可我为什么说它特别呢？不同就在于题目的风格有了微妙的变化。

变成了描写文。这也是我第一次接触描写文。小学写作文时，老师说过写描写文需要丰富且生动的词语，自认没天分，所认识的华文生字又少的我从不碰描写文，所以在有的选择下一直都在避免它。从不为它动脑筋，就这样上了高中。

虽然题目我并不记得了，可是那次是第一次。中文老师只给了一个题目，这次没得选了。

这是第一次为了写作文作了那么多的努力。

为了要写出一篇不差的作文，我第一次为了写作文而查词典，找着适当的形容词，名句和成语。还特地把妈妈厚重且已结尘的成年词典从“藏书阁”里搬了出来。写那篇文章我用了一整天，光找资料参考就用了整个星期六，夜里休息时脑海里满是词典里文字。脑海里朦朦胧胧地浮现无数个疑问，我应该挑选哪些成语？应该如何运用刚学到的成语呢？应该用哪些描写手法呢？应该怎样做才可以把作文写得更精彩？

醒来后，我不在犹豫不决，举起原子笔开始了第一篇潜藏着灵魂的文章。

那个早晨，我似乎抛开了没用的胡思乱想，踏出了为自己所设制的约束，脑袋里全都是生字，句子的结构和眼前的文章。那一种非常专心的感觉真的很好。从那天起，我为了完成老师给的功课而屡次面对写描写文的考验，可是一旦第一次把心里的围墙打破后，下一次就更简单了，对自己的文章也更有信心了。

写作不需要天份，需努力。

妖怪的深渊

          啊， 又吵架了。。。是啊，这才像我的家，热闹？倒不如说是混沌。
          “孩子啊，可好了你出院了，你老爸载我来返医院探访你可辛苦了，看我照顾你顾得生病还对我说了好过份的话，他让我回娘家去”。这是小学四年级因患上骨痛热症出院后两母女聊天时她说的一句话。
          不要再表露出那么受伤的表情了。
          “要我给他些教训吗？” 小女孩笑着说。
          “当然啦！” “还好我还有你啊，我可是为了你才忍他的。”
          不要再说这种话了。。。我不想成为负担。

 已经不是第一次了。
           “孩子啊，你爸今天又说了很让人受伤的话。”
          “需要我帮你出气吗？”小女孩再次笑着说。
          “还好我还有你。”
        
         “妈，我流血了。“看着被抱在手上的狗狗跳到地上时所割伤血零零的四寸长上口忍不住开口了。
          “是啊。“ ”狗狗乖乖哦，不要怕。。。” 头都没回，安慰着出游紧张得吠哭不停的小狗。
        
        “妈，我是负担吗？” “对不起，身子不好老是进出医院，又老是莽莽撞撞的，搞得一身伤。” “我很麻烦吧。。。”
          “傻说什么，你是我的孩子，哪会麻烦呐！”

 母亲永远都不会嫌自己的孩子带来负担，中国文学杂志上有位母亲是这么说的。犹如童话般的慈母，我一直相信母亲也是其中一位。这一天到来了。
         “妈，我的手被刀片割到了，可以帮我洗头吗？”
         “我还得煮饭给你爸吃呢，你怎么这么麻烦啊！”
         原来是这样，我是负担。
 流泪？我做不出来，我已经失去知觉了，已经被伤口麻醉了。
这里是我的空间。在这里，我像小狗一样舔着心里的伤口，在这里，这一切将终结。血止不住的溢出来。

          “从此，小女孩重生了，不再期待别人的关怀，也不再对任何人付出真心，也不会再为别人而哭泣。” “怎么样这个故事？” “是一位学妹告诉我的，听说是真人真事。” 说故事的女学生把故事说完了。
        “好可怜哦，我好想跟她做朋友，好好的安慰安慰她。”
        “这样真的好吗？” “她不会真心关心你了哦。”
        “太可怜了，她应该哭了不少吧。。。”
收起了平时平易近人的笑容，那位女学生肃静许久后，对身旁一脸还为故事里的女孩哭泣的友人说道，“我说过的，我不会再哭了。”
         “蛤？”
         “那位小女孩是这么说的。” 女学生苦笑的说着。