范例一：人文专业方向
@Yueming
我的爷爷总是戴着一顶红色棒球帽。我认为他喜欢鲜艳的色彩——明亮而乐观，就像他一样。七年前，爷爷从中国来拜访我们，也带上了他的红帽子。六个月以来的每个晚上，这顶帽子都放在我家楼梯的栏杆上，等待第二天早上再次被戴回到爷爷的头上。
爷爷随身携带这顶帽子：在家附近，他用帽子表演魔术来逗弟弟笑；在街角的商店，他给我买了冰棍，然后用帽子擦去我脖子上的汗珠。如今，每当我看到一顶红色帽子，我就会想起爷爷和他的棒球帽，并露出微笑。
Ye-Ye在普通话中是“祖父”的意思。我的爷爷是一个简单的普通人——既不富有，也不“成功”。但他是我最大的灵感来源，我也崇拜着他。 在所有我认识的人中，爷爷遭遇了最多的苦难，但他也是最快乐的。这两者能够在一个人身上共存，在我看来真的很了不起。 爷爷是个孤儿，六岁时父母双亡，留下他和哥哥无家可归。当其他孩子围在学校炉子旁看书时，爷爷和哥哥只能冒着严寒在铁轨附近寻找用过的煤来换钱。当其他孩子回到慈爱父母的怀抱时，爷爷和哥哥却在街头寻找睡觉的地方。
八年后，爷爷禹禹独行——他的哥哥去世了。 爷爷努力生存，同时自学了阅读、写作和算术。他微笑着告诉身边的人，生命是一种馈赠。 多年后，爷爷来到了戈壁滩工作，他和工友每天要工作12小时。沙漠的风是无情的，会在半夜夺走他们的帐篷，让他们在第二天早上失去补给。每年，恶劣的天气都会夺走一些工友的生命。
八年后，爷爷被调回了城里，而妻子卧病在床。一天12小时的工作结束后，爷爷会照顾生病的妻子和三个年幼的孩子。他和孩子们坐在一起，向他们讲述沙漠里的广袤星空和神秘生活。他微笑着告诉孩子们，生命是一种馈赠。 但是生活并不容易，爷爷没有足够的钱让一家人免于饥饿。但我的父亲和他的姐妹喜欢和爷爷一起去市场，他会给他们买一些母亲不会买的小奢侈品，比如一小袋两分钱的葵花籽、三分钱一个的糖果。
这些东西虽然奢侈，爷爷还是毫不犹豫地买了下来。任何能为孩子们带来笑容并让他们脚步轻快的东西都是无价的。 如今，爷爷仍然会去市场。78岁时，他每周骑车几公里去买一些新鲜水果和蔬菜，然后回家和邻居分享。他还种了一些草莓和一棵杏树。当果子成熟时，他就会邀请其他孩子来采摘水果和享用食物。他是邻里每个孩子的慈爱爷爷。
我一直认为自己是聪明而敏锐的。但是，了解了爷爷的艰难过往和他积极乐观的生活态度以后，我认真地审视自我。我回想起那些不愉快的记忆：妈妈忘了去汽车站接我，我的电脑在提交作业的前一天死机了……这些琐碎而幼稚的小事让我感到羞愧。
现在，每当我遇到似乎难以招架的困境时，就会想起爷爷，看到他戴着红色棒球帽对我微笑。他的笑容像是一道凉水，将我从悲伤中唤醒，提醒我那些烦恼是多么微不足道，而生命是多么慷慨。
如今，我把一顶红色棒球帽放在家里的栏杆上，这里也是爷爷曾摆放帽子的地方。每当我看到这顶帽子，就会想起爷爷戴着红色棒球帽微笑的样子，我也会露出笑容。是的，爷爷。生命是一种馈赠。
点评：Yueming用爷爷棒球帽的故事向读者展示了自己重视的事物和他重要的性格特点。
以下是英文原文——
@Yueming
My Ye-Ye always wears a red baseball cap. I think he likes the vivid color—bright and sanguine, like himself. When Ye-Ye came from China to visit us seven years ago, he brought his red cap with him and every night for six months, it sat on the stairway railing post of my house, waiting to be loyally placed back on Ye-Ye’s head the next morning.
He wore the cap everywhere: around the house, where he performed magic tricks with it to make my little brother laugh; to the corner store, where he bought me popsicles before using his hat to wipe the beads of summer sweat off my neck. Today whenever I see a red hat, I think of my Ye-Ye and his baseball cap, and I smile.
Ye-Ye is the Mandarin word for “grandfather.” My Ye-Ye is a simple, ordinary person—not rich, not “successful”—but he is my greatest source of inspiration and I idolize him.
Of all the people I know, Ye-Ye has encountered the most hardship and of all the people I know, Ye-Ye is the most joyful. That these two aspects can coexist in one individual is, in my mind, truly remarkable.
Ye-Ye was an orphan. Both his parents died before he was six years old, leaving him and his older brother with no home and no family. When other children gathered to read around stoves at school, Ye-Ye and his brother walked in the bitter cold along railroad tracks, looking for used coal to sell. When other children ran home to loving parents, Ye-Ye and his brother walked along the streets looking for somewhere to sleep. Eight years later, Ye-Ye walked alone—his brother was dead.
Ye-Ye managed to survive, and in the meanwhile taught himself to read, write, and do arithmetic. Life was a blessing, he told those around him with a smile.
Years later, Ye-Ye’s job sent him to the Gobi Desert, where he and his fellow workers labored for twelve hours a day. The desert wind was merciless; it would snatch their tent in the middle of the night and leave them without supply the next morning. Every year, harsh weather took the lives of some fellow workers.
After eight years, Ye-Ye was transferred back to the city where his wife lay sick in bed. At the end of a twelve-hour workday, Ye-Ye took care of his sick wife and three young children. He sat with the children and told them about the wide, starry desert sky and mysterious desert lives. Life was a blessing, he told them with a smile.
But life was not easy; there was barely enough money to keep the family from starving. Yet, my dad and his sisters loved going with Ye-Ye to the market. He would buy them little luxuries that their mother would never indulge them in: a small bag of sunflower seeds for two cents, a candy each for three cents.
Luxuries as they were, Ye-Ye bought them without hesitation. Anything that could put a smile on the children’s faces and a skip in their steps was priceless.
Ye-Ye still goes to the market today. At the age of seventy-eight, he bikes several kilometers each week to buy bags of fresh fruits and vegetables, and then bikes home to share them with his neighbors. He keeps a small patch of strawberries and an apricot tree. When the fruit is ripe, he opens his gate and invites all the children in to pick and eat. He is Ye-Ye to every child in the neighborhood.
I had always thought that I was sensible and self-aware. But nothing has made me stare as hard in the mirror as I did after learning about the cruel past that Ye-Ye had suffered and the cheerful attitude he had kept throughout those years. I thought back to all the times when I had gotten upset. My mom forgot to pick me up from the bus station. My computer crashed the day before an assignment was due. They seemed so trivial and childish, and I felt deeply ashamed of myself.
Now, whenever I encounter an obstacle that seems overwhelming, I think of Ye-Ye; I see him in his red baseball cap, smiling at me. Like a splash of cool water, his smile rouses me from grief, and reminds me how trivial my worries are and how generous life has been.
Today I keep a red baseball cap at the railing post at home where Ye-Ye used to put his every night. Whenever I see the cap, I think of my Ye-Ye, smiling in his red baseball cap, and I smile. Yes, Ye-Ye. Life is a blessing.
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