In life, we the passing traveller …… that who doesn't know is who
人生中，我们谁也不知谁是谁的过客……
Divide into classes, pi of a sunshine is broken off, as if everything what should take away me. Look up, resemble in the classroom same before, those who make a noise is noisy, those who be troubled by be troubled by, as if in blossom oneself are final hopeful. What can differ is, come without class cadre block the way, because we do not know, whose clamorous meeting is stopped, move thereby go to 9.
分班，一个晴天霹劈，仿佛要取走我的一切。抬头，教室里像以前一样，吵的吵，闹的闹，仿佛在绽放自己最后的乐观。可不同的是，没有班干部来阻拦，因为我们不知道，谁的吵闹会终止，从而移去九班。
Judgment, it is me thin to that thin the definition of a piece of paper. Use above greatly black word is writing ” of forehead of “ the top class in a kindergarten a few words. We bright resemble be being worn in annunciate from that divide into classes. Lower one's head, on the road, every classmate is spinning face, the tear drips one drop fall. Come 5 years, we who doesn't care about, who does seem lose to also have nothing to do with. But walk along “ to divide into classes truly ” when this crossing, however nobody utter sth. Come 5 years, since 60 classmates walked along one individual hind, 59 classmates are building “ in effort 53 ” this big family, who to lose, 53 metropolises lose a colour. I write a composition people do not know, 53 everybody are in everybody in the heart, hit heart radical. We do not know, everybody is very important to us.
判决书，是我对那薄薄一张纸的定义。上面用大大的黑字写着“大班额”几个字。我们都明自那就像在告示着分班。低头，在路上，每个同学都拉长着脸，泪一滴滴的落下。五年来，我们谁也不在乎谁，好似失去谁也没关系。但真正走到“分班”这个路口时，却没人吱声。五年来，自从六十个同学走了一个人后，五十九个同学都在努力建造着“五三班”这个大家庭，失去谁，五三班都会失去一抹色彩。我作文们不知道，五三班每个人都在大家心中，打下了心基。我们不知道，每个人对我们都很重要。
Detached, it is the last word that I can think of, “ not branch is no good ” this is our class classmate's final suppliance. Can resemble sea lapidation then kind, besides a spray, be without phonic message. “ quiet ” is familiar call, be amuse oneself fight noisely sound, changed today nevertheless flavour. This makes fun of like last, everybody covers with the commonnest movement the sadness in the heart.
分离，是我能够想到的最后一个词，“不分行不行”这是我们班同学最后的哀求。可那就像大海投石般，除了一片水花外，毫无音讯。“安静”又是熟悉的喊声，又是玩耍的打闹声，不过在今天变了味。这像最后一场戏，大家都用最平常的动作盖住心中的悲伤。
Suffer, be destined want experience today. We the life passing traveller that who doesn't know is who. Finished class, air is sadness as before, although family 351 groups, can do not have dash around madly, also do not have shout, because “ is detached,this black clouds builds ” to go up in our head.
煎熬，注定是今天要经历的。我们谁也不知谁是谁的人生过客。下课了，空气依旧是悲伤的，虽然人家都三五一群，可没有横冲直撞的，也没有大喊大叫的，因为“分离”这朵乌云盖在我们头上。
Divide into classes, judgment, detached, suffer. Who can leave, who can stay. We do not know, a choice, we do not know.
分班、判决书、分离、煎熬。谁会离开，谁会留下。我们都不知道，一个选择、我们都不知道。(文/白欣怡)