Thunder is indistinct, dark sky, hiked up to wash rice the spit of drop of the sound of rain.
雷声隐隐约约，阴暗的天空，飘起了淅淅沥沥的小雨。
I and she strolls in campus playground. I am maintaining an umbrella, agitato look around is worn, and she just is flipping through silently page. Full marks / " clang! " the puddle below my foot lets my reel, she was bumped into by me, the book in the hand fell into puddle in.
我和她漫步在校园操场。我撑着伞，兴奋地张望着，而她只是默默地翻动着书页。满分/“哗！”我脚下的水坑让我一个趔趄，她被我撞了一下，手里的书掉进了水坑里。
I crouch, the page that discovers lay open is being puffed by gentle breeze in rain, resemble shaking the butterfly of wing. My interest is sent greatly, cry aloud rise: "You look quickly, this is much more interesting! " unexpectedly, without the response. Look up to look, the sky that her face is like monsoon unexpectedly is general. My perturbed rises, silent the book with drenched pick up, say in a low voice: "Is this quite interesting? It is so important that this book also is done not have. It is so important that this book also is done not have..
我蹲下来，发现摊开的书页在雨中被微风吹动着，就像抖动翅膀的蝴蝶。我兴致大发，大声喊起来：“你快看，这多有意思啊！”不料，没有回应。抬头一看，她的脸竟如雨季的天空一般。我忐忑起来，默默捡起湿透的书本，小声说：“这不是挺有意思的吗？这本书也没那么重要。”
"To you, what is important? " the blaze upblaze that the cheek that she fair-skinneds in vain is annoyed, if iron is general aglow. Look at her resolutely leaving back, if shame comes over to me like tidewater. "What is important? " every word is worn like heavy weight knock my heart.
“对你来说，什么是重要的？”她白皙的脸颊被愤怒的火焰燃烧起来了，如烙铁一般通红。看着她毅然离去的背影，羞愧如潮水般向我袭来。“什么是重要的？”每个字都如重锤敲击着我的心。
The playtime of after this, little in the battle array that the angle on corridor fights noisely my form; On classroom in praising much an affirmation to me; In each morning, I and the sun that rise first are punctual meet; Night, the lunar for company that hangs high I, silent look at me to swim in stroll of book sea mile.
此后的课间，在走廊上追逐打闹的阵容中少了我的身影；课堂上的表扬中多了一份对我的肯定；在每一个早晨，我与初升的太阳准时相见；夜晚，高挂的月亮陪着我，静静看着我在书海里遨游。
That is a wet. Spit is like a fine gauze, slowly wave fall, the fellow student that rewards rain was swarmed on corridor. My agitato runs to stair mouth, be in maintain an umbrella that momently, think back to again in my brain had that word: "What is important? " my calcaneal resembles is by this word violent knock is worn, retractile classroom. Sit in window edge, I am held in both hands had book, flipping through page.
那又是一个雨天。小雨似轻纱，缓缓飘落，走廊上挤满了赏雨的同学。我兴奋地跑到楼梯口，就在撑起雨伞的那一刻，我的脑海里又回想起了那句话：“什么是重要的？”我的脚跟像是被这句话猛烈敲击着，缩回了教室。坐在窗边，我捧起了书本，翻动着书页。
Period end result was announced, I and she is paratactic class the first. She is stepping lively pace to go to me, pat the shoulder that pats me, we are inspected laugh.
期末成绩公布了，我与她并列班级第一。她踏着轻快的步伐向我走来，拍拍我的肩膀，我们相视一笑。
Sunshine passes through glass, shine upon is on that book. Be hit by rain after wet page insolation, had become wrinkled, but it is glaring still brightness. In countless confused crossing, have a word, resemble a beacon, enlighten my ongoing direction.
阳光透过玻璃，映照在那本书上。被雨打湿的书页晒干后，已经变得皱巴巴的，但它仍然闪耀着光辉。在无数个迷茫的路口，有一句话，就像一座灯塔，照亮我前进的方向。(文/孙乐琳)