小时候，妈妈说我是个对文字痴迷的孩子。
When I was a child, my mother said that I was a child obsessed with writing.
当我还不会握笔的时候，我便用小手轻轻抚摸着书页里的文字，心中油生敬畏之情。
When I still can't hold the pen, I will touch the words in the page with my little hand, and my heart will be filled with awe.
“妈妈，我看到字里边有天使在唱歌呢。”我抬头看着妈妈。“傻孩子，字里怎么会有天使呢？”妈妈轻拍我的小脑门。“天使藏在里边不让妈妈看见呢，我要把她找出来。”于是我很快便学着握笔写字。
"Mom, I see angels singing in the words." I look up at my mother. "Silly child, how can there be angels in the words?" My mother patted me on the forehead. "The angel is hidden from my mother. I want to find her." So I soon learned to hold a pen and write.
我执拗地觉得只要我会写字，我心中那个天使就会出现，飞到我和妈妈身边。所以，我很认真，也很努力，握着铅笔，由横竖撇捺到一个个歪歪斜斜的方块字，再到造句，写文章。
I stubbornly think that as long as I can write, the angel in my heart will appear and fly to my mother and me. Therefore, I am very serious and hard-working, holding a pencil, from horizontal and vertical to slanting square characters, to sentence making and writing.
而天使，也一天天地随着我笔的舞动而清晰起来，我细细地用笔，用文字让她更实在……
And angel, also day by day with my pen dance and clear up, I use the pen carefully, with words to make her more real
小学的我是如此真切地热爱着作文！每到作文课，我不再和同桌开小差，拿着笔，在绿色的方格纸上尽情地抒写着我那充满童真的光怪陆离的梦幻。我深信天使在那小小的字里行间必定也和我一起成长着，我那时笔下的文字虽然幼稚，然而却常常得到老师的夸奖，我也得到了诵读于班上或是额外的写作辅导的奖赏。
I love composition so much in primary school! Every time I arrive at the composition class, I no longer work with my deskmate, holding a pen, and freely expressing my strange dreams full of childlike innocence on the green square paper. I firmly believe that the angel will grow up with me in that small line. Although the words I wrote at that time were naive, they were often praised by the teacher, and I was also rewarded with reading in the class or additional writing guidance.
你看你看，天使的脸正在浮现，在我小学的作文中，在我儿童的欢乐中……
You see, the face of the angel is emerging, in my primary school composition, in the joy of my children
上了中学，随着对文学作品的日渐喜爱，我更加坚定了对写作的热爱，也看见我心中的天使已在字里行间隐隐地出现了……
In middle school, with the growing love for literary works, I became more firm in my love for writing, and saw that the angel in my heart had appeared in the lines
我开始投稿，然而每次寄出的稿件如石沉大海，毫无音讯。我的写作梦想开始动摇，再加上成长的烦恼和生活挫折如潮水般袭来，我埋怨着命运不公，命运多舛，不再握笔作文，从此一蹶不振。
I began to contribute, but every time I sent out a manuscript, it was like a sea of stone, no news. My writing dream began to waver, coupled with growing pains and life setbacks like a tide, I complained about the unfair fate, ill fated, no longer writing, and never recovered.
那一天在电视上看到雕刻家把石头雕成美丽的天使，那一刻，我受到了前所未有的震撼：我手中的笔正是雕刻家的刻刀，我也应用笔这把“刻刀”雕出我心中的天使——我的梦想，我对生活的追求。
That day, I saw the sculptor carve the stone into a beautiful angel on the TV. At that moment, I was shocked as never before: the pen in my hand was the sculptor's knife, and I also used the pen to carve out the angel in my heart - my dream, my pursuit of life.
你看你看，天使的脸再一次清晰了……
You see, the face of the angel is clear again
我重新握起笔，挥洒我的激情，描绘我的理想。生活的阳光也开始向我投来新的微笑。
I hold the pen again, and I will spread my passion and describe my ideal. The sunshine of life began to throw a new smile at me.
我笔下的文字更显成熟理智了，我的作品渐渐开始被发表了，我对生命的热爱也日益增加了……
My writing is more mature and rational, my works are gradually published, and my love for life is growing
这一天，我拿着稿件录用通知和被印成铅字的文章，笑着抱着妈妈：“妈妈，我把天使雕刻出来了！你看你看，天使的脸！”
On this day, I took the offer notice of manuscript and the article printed in type, smiled and hugged my mother: "Mom, I carved the angel! Look at you, angel's face! "
“你这个对文字痴迷的傻孩子。”
"You silly boy who is obsessed with words."
时光荏苒，我笔不倦，清茶一杯，夜灯一盏，再构一卷立体美文。
Time flies, I write tirelessly, a cup of tea, a night light, and then a volume of three-dimensional beautiful text.
我梦不灭，我心不止，就让天使在文字里和我的理想和信念一同歌唱吧。
My dream will not die, my heart will not die. Let angels sing with my ideals and beliefs in words.
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