这个哨子,它的颜色是银白色的.它是我曾祖母给我的,它跟着我,虽然说不是很多年,但是就是因为不是很多年,我才觉得更有它实际的意义.曾祖母很老了,她要到别的地方住,临走时,叫妹妹拿这个口哨给我,那时我还问怎么拿给我呢?过后,我哭了,我想起她对我的好,这也许是她对我的期望.我是长孙,弟妹们也都长大了,这个哨子就没什么特殊用途了.也许由我最初开始,最后还是要到我手上吧,这是一个过程,成长的过程.曾祖母老了,但是却让人推来推去,有时候我觉得我非常没用,如果我有本事,我一定会给她最好的照顾.我想这个哨子会一直陪着我,因为这里有着曾祖母对我的期望,我要用它来吹响人生.吹响自己.
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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。