A thing in my heart
In the memory of childhood, there are always some things, some people like a long river of years, flowing from far away, sometimes with clear waves in the heart. Among them, there are the happy play of the partners, and the casual warm friendship. When I think of these things, in addition to gratitude, sometimes there will be regret, but at this moment, how I want to say to a person.
The sky is very clear, and the sun shines on us through the clouds. We are having an art class, and the teacher is teaching us to draw. But my attention is not here, but staring at the colorful watercolor pen of my deskmate. That fountain pen is beautiful. It has many colorful, thin patterns and can change colors. I have always wanted to get this pen.
The opportunity came soon. When he bent down to pick up the rubber, my hand picked up the pen and carefully put it in the drawer. When my deskmate straightened up slowly, of course, he also found that the pen was missing. He looked around to see how he could not find the pen. His sight spread to me. I blushed at once. He asked, "Did you see my pen?" I sh
ook my hand and said, "No, no, but I may have fallen to the ground!" My deskmate immediately searched the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find it. He stood up dejectedly, and I immediately ran out of the classroom. In my heart, I had an indescribable taste -- more than five flavors!
When the bell rang, I immediately returned to my seat and dared not move, for fear that my deskmate would catch me and bring me to justice. Because of fear, regret, shouldn't and other psychological effects, I know the only way to make up is to return his pen. So I summoned up my courage, slowly reached into the drawer and took out the pen.
At the moment, my hand seems to weigh a thousand pounds. What I hold is not a pen, but a hot iron ball! But I still took it out and put it in front of my deskmate, waiting for the arrival of the storm. I closed my eyes and my mind was blank. Unexpectedly, my deskmate didn't say anything about me, but just said, "You found me, thank you!"
I was shocked. I thought I would be exposed, but I didn't! It was his white lies that protected my self-respect. My moved heart was already in tears.
I really want to tell him at the moment: "Thank you. I took your pen, but I was wrong. I thought you would hit me, but what I welcomed was your protection! You showed infinite tolerance, and protected my self-esteem with understanding and kindness."
I won't forget you, I appreciate you! This sentence, this matter, has been buried in my heart for a long time, I have always wanted to tell you!
翻译：
我心中的一件事
在童年的记忆里，总有一些事，一些人像悠长的岁月长河，源远长流着，时而清波微澜于心际。其中，有伙伴们的快乐玩耍的身影，有不经意的温暖心怀的友情——想起这些，心中除感念之外，有时，也会有遗憾，而此刻，我多么想对一个人说。
  天空格外的晴朗，阳光透过云层在照在我们身上。我们正在上美术课，老师正在绘声绘的教我们画画。可我的注意力却不在这，而是盯着同桌那只五彩缤份的水彩笔。那只水笔可好看了，笔上有许多彩的，细细的花纹，还可以变换着颜，我一直都想要得到这支笔。
  不一会机会来了，看着他弯下腰去捡橡皮的一刹那，我的手不听使唤地一下拿起起这支笔，小心翼翼地把笔放在了抽屉里。当同桌慢慢地直起腰来时，当然也发现了那支笔不见。他左看看右看看怎么也不到那支笔了，视线，传到了我的身上。我立马红脸，他问了一声：“你看见我的笔吗？”我连忙摇摇手说：“没，没有啊，可，可能掉地上了吧！”同桌马上查了地上，不过不管怎么努力，他都没有到。他垂头丧气地站了起来，我立刻逃出了教室，心里，有说不尽的滋味————五味杂陈还不止！
  上课铃响了，我马上回到了座位上，一动也不敢动一下，生怕同桌发现了我的破绽，把我抓住，绳之以法。由于害怕、后悔、不该等心理的作用下，我知道唯一能弥补的就是还他笔。于是我鼓足勇气，慢慢地把手伸进抽屉，把笔拿了出来。
  此刻我的手仿佛有千斤重，我握的不是笔，而是一个烫手的铁球！但我还是把它拿出来，放在同桌面前，等待的是暴风雨的到来。我闭起了眼睛，大脑一片空白……。没想到的是同桌并没有说我什么，居然只说一声：“原来被你到了，谢谢！”
  我呆住了，我原以为会被揭穿，可并没有！是他善意的谎言保护了我的自尊心，我被感动的心早已泪如阑珊。
  我此刻真想告诉他：“谢谢你，原本是我拿了你的笔，是我不对，我原以为你会打击我，但是我迎来的却是你对我的保护！你表现出无限的宽容，用理解、善良保护了我的自尊心。”
  我不会忘记你，我感激你！这句话，这件事，已埋藏在我心里很久很久了，我一直想对你说！

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