The story that grow, it is to cultivate gorgeous flower to leave, those flowers open the day that rain falls, it is a paragraph of the most beautiful days in life forever, engrave in the title page of the heart, never dismiss from one's mind.
成长的故事，是一树绚烂的花开，那些花开雨落的日子，永远是生命中最美的一段时光，镌刻在心的扉页，不曾忘怀。
That summer that I cannot forget 7 years old forever, hot and dry let cicada cry noisy all the more, the sound with along with flat bicycle together, it is from time to time by the side of my ear echo. That summer, I ride a bicycle for the first time. The body appears insignificant all the more before giant bicycle, foot just just get at ground more never mention it poised. But father is not helping me up again unluckily, although trip, also do not extend a hand to pull me, just say voice with encouraged tone: “ continues, fasten anxious. ”
我永远无法忘记七岁的那个夏天，燥热让蝉鸣格外聒噪，连同自行车倒下的声音一起，时不时在我耳边回响。那个夏天，我第一次骑自行车。身子在庞大的自行车面前显得格外渺小，脚才刚刚够到地面更别说保持平衡了。可父亲偏偏又不扶着我，即使摔倒了，也不伸出手拉起我，只是用鼓励的语气说声：“继续，别着急。”
Of the again and again fall, although wearing kneecap, elbow support, I still also am unavoidable to throw blueness of a lot of silt, the bicycle gives out the sound of “ crash ” over and over, I fall so that resembled coming loose to wear all over, but hinder at face, do not want to hear father more that encouragement that summary belt sneers at. I or over and over again climb, come again from the beginning. That one whole summer, I am accompanying aching end almost, of course, also learned a bicycle. When me very proud station is before father when, his face brings a smile, knead my head: “ looks, this not also is that's all right hard? ” is like igneous summer that, I did not learn to ride a bicycle solely, still let me know whenever, oneself fell be about the truth that oneself climb.
一次又一次的跌倒，尽管戴着护膝，护肘，我也还是免不了摔出好多块淤青，自行车一遍又一遍地发出“哐”的声音，我摔得浑身像散了架，但碍于面子，更不想听到父亲那略带嘲讽的鼓励。我还是一次又一次地爬起，从头再来。那一整个夏天，我几乎是伴着疼痛结束的，当然，也学会了自行车。当我颇为自豪站在父亲面前时，他面带微笑，揉了揉我的脑袋：“看，这不也没什么难的吗？”那个如火的夏天，我不光学会了骑自行车，还让我懂得了无论何时，自己跌倒了就要自己爬起来的道理。
The brigade of that Xi'an, also let me hard dismiss from one's mind. I when elementary school, do not have interest to the history, because this is right the Qin Zhuanhan of 13 government ancient capital is made of baked clay also turn a blind eye to. Roam in museum then exhibit in the room, I always can urge the mother goes quickly, so that Yu Teng gives more time full marks / go sampling of Xi'an fastfood. But the mother is to be being admired slowly as before, no matter I how stamp, how drag. I still failed finally, be forced to be able to bear or endure strength, serious also ground watchs those bronze ware, stone implement, china.
那次西安之旅，也让我难以忘怀。小学时的我，对历史没有兴趣，因此对十三朝古都的秦砖汉瓦也视而不见。于是徜徉在博物馆的展室里，我总会催促母亲走快点，以便于腾出更多的时间满分/去品尝西安的小吃。可母亲依旧是慢慢地欣赏着，无论我如何跺脚，如何拉扯。最后我还是失败了，只好耐着性子，也认真地观看那些青铜器、石器，瓷器。
Look at look at, I do not become aware in went up madly the edges and corners of stone implement, the burnish of ceramic line and bronze ware. Do not become aware a days is fleet, shop Xi'an is fastfood idea is forgotten by me already after the head. From museum comes out, the sky is shallow crimson color already, deep depth is shallow, the cloud catchs blush. I look up look to the mother, see lip of her close lightly smiles only, “ child, you remember mental nutrition is more important than corporeal nutrition. ” sees the word that is like guileless this sentence resound through the road that grows in me to go up all the time.
看着看着，我不觉中迷恋上了石器的棱角，陶器的线条和青铜器的光泽。不觉间时光飞逝，逛西安小吃街的想法早已被我忘到脑后。从博物馆出来时，天空早已是浅绛色，深深浅浅的，云染上红晕。我抬头看向母亲，只见她抿唇微笑，“孩子，你记住精神的营养比物质的营养更重要。”这句看似朴实的话一直响彻在我成长的路上。
But what I solve least of all is that, the evening that block a car up attends because of the road when going to school half minutes, was given class to buckle cent by the record. I run breathlessly at that time, do not want to affect class really. But the teacher does not understand me, criticized me in public. Come home in the evening, I am subdued extremely, recounted this matter to the mother, but she does not comfort me not only, do not go helping me explain with the teacher, make me serious write a self-criticism however, after be being written, still signed, let me look for teacher apology the following day. She says, “ since you made a fault, that no matter size is your fault, you need to be used at assuming, is not shirk responsibility. ” since then responsibility two words with respect to firmly engrave on my little heart.
可我最不解的是那次，上学时因为路上堵车晚了半分钟，被记录给班级扣了分。当时我跑得气喘吁吁，真不想影响班级。可老师不理解我，当众批评了我。晚上回家，我委屈万分，向母亲诉说了此事，可她不仅不安慰我，不去帮我跟老师解释一下，却让我认真写一份检查，写完后还签上了字，让我第二天去找老师道歉。她说，“既然你犯了错，那无论大小都是你错了，你都需要用于承担，而不是推卸责任。”从那以后责任两个字就牢牢的刻在我幼小的心灵上。
The story that these growing, from time to time acerb, from time to time pleasant of acrimony, from time to time is sweet, they resemble remembering an only beautiful shell in ocean, give out the glitter of Yi Yi constantly, the gather between leisure ponder of a few fine fine ground, the footmark that grow clear appear vividly at the moment.
这些成长的故事，时而酸涩、时而辛辣、时而甘甜，它们就像记忆海洋里一只只美丽的贝壳，时常发出熠熠的闪光，闲暇间采撷几只细细地玩味，成长的足迹便清晰的跃然眼前。(文/陈涵宇)