我最骄傲的经历（中文版） 在我的成长经历中，我最骄傲的一件事，不是考到了全校第一名，也不是得了多少荣誉奖章，也不是学会了做饭，而是，那一次独自来到生病的小孩子们中间，给他们背古诗、逗他们开心的事儿。 那是我十岁的那年夏天。我因为急性扁桃体炎住进了儿科医院。成天输液，打吊针，我的心情自然郁闷。有一天下午，妈妈出门去，我的病房被一个大姐姐推开了。她不是护士，也不是医院的工作人员，我一眼就看出了她的与众不同。她个子瘦瘦小小的，眉眼清秀又迷人，让人过目难忘。美丽的大姐姐穿着一件绿色的小马褂，戴着一顶橘黄色的毡帽，她的衣服后背，写着几个字：青城山志愿者。 我还没开口，她就轻轻拉起了我的小手，说：“姐姐带你出去玩，好不好？” 我点头，她带我来到医院外面的走廊。我惊呆了，那里围坐着很多穿单薄的病号服的小孩子，最大的不过十一二岁，最小的，还刚刚学会走路。他们在一起，像一个大家庭一样低着头，专心致志地玩着积木和玩具，脸上，却是遮盖不住的落寞和失神。 大姐姐告诉我，他们，都是患白血病的小孩子，而善良的志愿者哥哥姐姐们每天都会来陪他们玩。“小妹妹，我刚刚看你在看一本唐诗，如果你愿意的话，可以上去给他们朗诵一下吗？那他们肯定会很开心的。” 听了这个要求，我有些犹豫，我生性胆小，在大场合讲话都结巴，别说大庭广众这下朗诵唐诗了，可一看到那些小妹妹们剃着光头的样子，我就觉得心酸。 鬼使神差般地，我点了点头，走到了他们的中央，大姐姐替我开口说：“这个小姐姐要给你们朗诵一下唐诗，你们鼓鼓掌好不好？”掌声响起，我的脸一下子涨得绯红，可面对那么多双明亮又无辜充满期待的眼睛，我强迫自己不紧张，握紧双拳为自己打气。 凉风吹来时，我听到自己略微颤抖却坚定地声音响在空气中：“小时不识月，呼作白玉盘……” 这一次，我没有结巴，虽然不敢直视那些天真无邪的面庞，可我的古诗已经代替我说出了自己的心声。当我朗诵完毕，那些小弟弟小妹妹对我报以热烈的掌声时，当看到他们微笑的开心的面庞时，我内心洋溢着一股从未有过的感觉，那种感觉，名字叫幸福和骄傲。 这一次，我靠自己的勇气和微博的力量给那些病中的孩子送去了小小的温暖，这，就是我最值得骄傲的一件事。 我最骄傲的经历（英文版） My proudest experience In my growing up experience, the thing I am most proud of is not that I got the first place in the school, nor how many honorary medals, nor learned to cook, but that I came to sick children alone to recite ancient poems and amuse them. It was the summer when I was ten. I was admitted to the pediatric hospital because of acute tonsillitis. Infusion and injection all day long, my mood is naturally depressed. One afternoon, my mother went out and my ward was pushed away by a big sister. She is neither a nurse nor a staff member of the hospital. I can see her distinctive at a glance. She is thin and small, with beautiful and charming eyebrows and eyes, which is unforgettable. The beautiful elder sister was wearing a small green jacket and an orange felt hat. On the back of her clothes, there were words: Qingcheng Mountain Volunteer. Before I could speak, she gently took my little hand and said, "Sister, will you take you out to play?" I nodded and she led me to the corridor outside the hospital. I was shocked. There were a lot of children wearing thin patient clothes. The oldest was only eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest had just learned to walk. When they are together, they look like a big family with their heads down and concentrate on playing with blocks and toys. Their faces are lonely and lost. The elder sister told me that they were all children suffering from leukemia, and the kind-hearted volunteer brothers and sisters would come 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/32baf1c3ef3a87c24028915f804d2b160b4e86af.html