Come for years, make me miss deeply, can never of dismiss from one's mind, it is the bulrush of birthplace.
多年来，令我魂牵梦绕，永远不能忘怀的，是故乡的芦苇。
Yes, it is those are looked at ordinary, simple and unadorned bulrush. , tuft forms a cluster, green jade is unripe unripe, shiny green, prep against cool breeze, swaying like slender gray jade beautiful branch, far look be just as a small cloud of a green, wave on horizon stroke is worn, make the same score to countryside add a few minutes of peaceful and elegant.
是的，就是那些看着不起眼的，朴实无华的芦苇。一片片、一簇簇，碧生生、绿油油，迎着清风，摇曳着修长的青玉似的秀枝，远看犹如一朵朵绿色的轻云，在地平线上飘拂着，给乡村平添几分恬静和飘逸。
Almost all brook, lakelet, pond, viridescent bulrush is setting off one another.
几乎所有的河沟，小湖，池塘，都有绿色的芦苇掩映着。
Annual, just blow Xie Xue to spend when spring breeze, the bulrush of birthplace with respect to ground of too impatient to wait from still not the clay full marks that fade uses up chill / in the head with smell spinous lubricious indigo. It grows very quickly, otherwise how many day, it can grow a few foot tall, livelily easy exhibits it that is compressed, long and narrow leaf.
每年，当春风刚刚吹谢雪花，故乡的芦苇就迫不及待地从还未褪尽寒意的泥土满分/里探出尖尖的靛青色的脑袋。它长得很快，要不了多少日子，它就可以长到几尺高，快活地舒展出它那扁平的、狭长的叶子。
Arrive at that time, I and young associate people like to pick a Lu Xie most, the whistle with adroitly small roll into, put in mouth edge, play all sorts of euphonic music. Children are intoxicated for this wonderful music place, it is by the side of glistening brook, on the meadow with green jade green blueness, happy at a gallop, be indifferent the ground is calling ……
到这时候，我和小伙伴们最喜欢摘一片芦叶，熟练地卷成小小的哨子，放在嘴边，吹出各种悦耳的音乐。孩子们为这美妙的音乐所陶醉，在亮晶晶的小河边，在碧青青的草地上，快乐地奔跑着，忘情地呼唤着……
I like the bulrush of home town, also like euphonic music, of home town all, my for a long time cannot forget.
我喜欢家乡的芦苇，也喜欢悦耳的音乐，家乡的全部，我久久不能忘记。(文/孙可昕)