In the still of night, the street lamp of bits and pieces went out thoroughly. A lot of people entered melting dreamland already. flower still is in the ground is drawing quiet silence nutrient goes grow is dark long.
夜深人静，星星点点的路灯彻底熄灭了。许多人早已进入了甜美的梦乡。花儿仍在悄无声息地吸收着养分潜滋暗长。
My stretch oneself, knead jumbled hair. Sit for long on the chair, my waist acerbity backache, artifice pins and needles, labial hair works. I pick next glasses to look at distance, outside the window inky, have fragmentary lights and star photograph partner only. I push white screen window, the wind of a few chilly blows chaos my bang, let me regain consciousness at a draught many. I pull the slide fastener of armour of mount a horse, the sound of the horological roll expressing a needle that listening to drip to with a tick answer, move restlessly originally disturbed heart gradually be pacified go down, plunge into directly presented boundless and indistinct problem in the sea.
我伸伸懒腰，揉了揉乱蓬蓬的头发。长时间的坐在椅子上，我腰酸背痛，手腕发麻，嘴唇发干。我摘下眼镜眺望远方，窗外漆黑一片，只有零星的灯火与星星相伴。我推开白色的纱窗，几缕清冷的风吹乱了我的刘海，让我一下子清醒了不少。我拉上马甲的拉链，听着滴滴答答的钟表表针转动的声音，原本躁动不安的心渐渐的平复了下去，便一头扎进了茫茫题海之中。
Sit, it is ahead journey. I continue to review the note of the full to the brim on the book, lower his head to be on exercise-book book of disease of act vigorously pen, on the finger tip that strokes a book, in serious expression, below hazy moon, as if to diffusing the flower is sweet.
一坐下来，就是前方征途。我继续回顾书上满满当当的笔记，低头在练习簿上奋笔疾书，抚书的指尖上，认真的神情中，朦胧的月光下，仿佛都弥漫着花香。
I am being written ceaselessly, pen go up originally in exercise mad dance. I as if is one imperatorial, with 1000 army fight closely of horse of 10 thousand compositions; Asing if again is a person that go, hall of pilgrim of without a stop hurries on with his journey; Asing if again is a brilliant poet, ground of dripping wet of merry and lively wields his writing brush splash-ink.
我不断地写着，笔在作业本上狂舞。我仿佛是一位大将军，与千军万作文马厮杀；又仿佛是一位行者，马不停蹄朝圣殿赶路；又仿佛是一位才华横溢的诗人，酣畅淋漓地挥毫泼墨。
Ji Bailun has said: “ besides the road that passes night, people cannot arrive dawn. Of ” years feather, pass by the river of time, pass by sea of each vast star, I mottled in years in the sound that the beautiful profusion of listen respectfully ideal blossoms, the flower that light smell comes from scroll is sweet, a Chun Nuanhua in the heart leaves.
纪伯伦说过：“除了通过黑暗的道路，人们不能到达黎明。”岁月之羽，掠过时间的河，掠过每一片浩瀚星海，我在岁月斑驳深处聆听理想之花缤纷绽放的声音，轻嗅来自书卷的花香，心中一片春暖花开。
Ideal flower spits bud to smoke a branch, inevitable little not sunshine is touched warmly, water is fine irrigate finely, still have flower him day after day plunges into the root deeply absorb the outside into earth all nutrient, send force secretly, the dirt on the private parts is thrown during maturing to the opportunity, hold out arrogant chest, blossom the luster that gives oneself, become an ageless flower. Burning sun of bunch prep against and unripe flower.
理想之花吐芽抽枝，必然少不了阳光温暖的抚摸，水细细的浇灌，还有花儿自己日复一日将根深深扎进土里吸收外界一切养分，暗暗发力，到时机成熟之际甩下身上的泥土，挺起高傲的胸膛，绽放出自己的光彩，成为一朵永不凋谢的花。簇迎着烈日而生的花。
Afterglow bursts to be all over the sky at the beginning of Cong Chenxi, ground of my go round and round is busy, ground of day after day is being accumulated. The flower leaves from sometimes, simply cultivated, pay no attention to results, we can be born in Yi of the Yi below the ray of bright brightness!
从晨曦初绽到晚霞满天，我周而复始地忙碌，日复一日地积累着。花开自有时，只管耕耘，不问收获，我们都能在璀璨的光芒下熠熠生辉！(文/陈曦)