Push a window, want to seek the tender part of a historical period that has not blossommed to one small crowd, find eyesight place and place however, have only however endless, shock deep green with verdant. A culver from the Leng Buding between the leaf the ground is gotten out, flew away stealthily.
推开窗，想觅到一小丛还未长成的嫩叶，然而寻遍目力所及处，却只有无尽的、浓密的深绿与苍翠。一只斑鸠从叶间冷不丁地钻出来，悄悄飞走了。
Spring is in again imperceptible in in the past.
春天又一次在不知不觉中过去。
Very fast, the take turns bomb of 8 study began. July, namely one rushs about with process of dormant photograph stagger. I of sit quietly, cross back and forth between the road surface at urban boiling hot and the air conditioning room that learn a class, calorific car tire and calorific nib ball bearing continue to rotate in flying ground, rotate. I sit on car backlash, sit on flat taboret, the July cloud cluster outside looking at a window is overhand the Mo Seyun shadow of size. The sun is moving back and forth between the cloud.
很快，八门学习的轮番轰炸开始了。七月份，就是一个奔波与静止相交错的过程。静坐的我，来回穿行于城市滚烫的路面和学习班的空调房之间，发热的车轮胎和发热的笔尖钢珠继续在飞速地旋转，旋转。我坐在车后座上，坐在平板小凳子上，望着窗外七月的云团投下时大时小的墨色云影。太阳在云间穿梭着。
July also so went.
七月也就这么过去了。
Good, came eventually in August. This will be an energized month, come from Pacific summer wind to emerge to bank of Chinese the East China Sea. Form giant cyclone, with 1000 your force cannot hold back the ground to rush, the god to the top of one's bent ostentation its powerful force. Nevertheless, do not know it to whether had noticed a such little life? Its advent is accidental, also be inevitable however. When 4 grade, I eat to come from the orange south another name for Jiangxi Province, become aware its flavour is admirable, break out crank, twist two orange seed in entering Chinese rose to spend the earth by. I forgot it immediately. After counting Zhou Zhi, I am being waited for think Chinese rose waters, discovered a questioningly however pale green rose to dark humus soil. Instantly, some cannot the idea that the content ooze of character shape took me to return not complete become civilized. This kind peculiar and beautiful touch command of execution I remember You Xin, be in that afternoon, what I knew for the first time is life.
好吧，终于来到了八月。这将是一个充满力量的月份，来自太平洋的夏季风涌向中国东海岸。形成庞大的气旋，以千钧之力不可阻挡地冲来，造物主尽情地卖弄它强大的力量。不过，不知它是否注意过这样一个小生命？它的降临是偶然，却也是必然。四年级时，我吃完一个来自赣南的橙子，觉其味极佳，便突发奇想，将两枚橙子籽捻进了月季花旁的土中。我很快地忘了它。数周之后，我正待想月季浇水，却诧异地发现了一抹嫩绿浮出了黝黑的腐殖土。刹那间，有些不可言状之物渗进了我还未完全开化的思想。这种奇特而美丽的触动令我记忆尤新，在那个下午，我第一次懂得了什么是生命。
After period of time, pale green Xiaomiao was moved bigger flowerpot. It has its territory under one's control now. Xiaomiao grows very quickly. I was read accidentally that day " sanded countryside almanac " in the candle of figure depict —— about poplar terminal bud. The gemmule of orange seedling is such nevertheless also! The exclusive distinction of gemmule and candle is, the candle is burning life, and gemmule is creating life.
一段时间后，嫩绿的小苗被移到了更大的花盆。现在它有自己的地盘了。小苗长得很快。那天我偶然读到《沙乡年鉴》中关于白杨顶芽的形象描写——蜡烛。橙子幼苗的小芽也不过如此啊！小芽与蜡烛的唯一区别就是，蜡烛在燃烧生命，而小芽在创造生命。
Year with Shi Chi, xiaomiao blossommed one individual plant the sapling of be worthy of the name. By day, it also writes a composition Xu Huihua almost all time look up the Yun Duo that sees the sky, or is to await silently, several have a few birds to ever stopped in it beside small had rested. Night, it perhaps can look up at sky, oneself is tiny and out of Xiang Yuzhou hair is strong torturous: Who am I? Where do I come from? Will go again whereto?
年与时驰，小苗长成了一株名副其实的小树。白天，它也作文许会花几乎所有的时间抬头看天上的云朵，抑或是静静地等待，数着有几只鸟曾停在它身旁小憩过。夜晚，它也许会仰望星空，向宇宙发出自己微小而有力的拷问：我是谁？我来自哪里？又将去向何处？
It can find the answer —— typhoon of the problem very quickly perhaps to was about to come.
它也许很快就能找到问题的答案——台风快要来了。
That day afternoon, fierce wind is small make, black clouds controls the land, fly sanded and do not take rock, street in the sky without one person, if the river water of scud river laid rubiginous bronze mirror at the same time, fine long hair is lacklustre, floating below dismal time of the day gloomy bronze-coloured. Jiang Shui also does not flip through, just flow to the sea in become silent. Look looks at Xiang Tian edge, see the sea that is masked by the cloud and mountain range only however. Blast rises, leaf clear sound, fearsome ground is jolty, be attributed to deathly stillness again after that.
那天下午，狂风小作，乌云压地，飞沙而不走石，街上空无一人，飞云江的江水如一面生了锈的铜镜，毫无光泽，在惨淡的天光下泛着惨淡的古铜色。江水也不翻动，只是在静默中流向大海。举目望向天边，却只见到被云掩盖的大海和山脉。一阵风起，树叶脆响，吓人地摇动一阵，而后又归于死寂。
Abrupt.
突然。
Horizon scamper rang thunder, work dry, do not have awe force it seems that.
天边炸响了雷，干干的，似乎没有震慑力。
The typhoon should come.
台风要来了。
Between heaven and earth, on river side, faint appeared the heavy curtain of a dark ash, its inch is worn, rely on to come over to us —— this is rain. Gradually wind is bigger and bigger, rain is bigger and bigger also. It is a boom, on the west Foss' megalith rolls mood by chance it seems that fell down. This sound for a long time is incessant. When all will be not being used up, lightning shook suddenly.
天地间、江面上，隐约出现了一道暗灰的帷幕，它慢慢移动着，向我们靠过来——这是雨。渐渐地风越来越大，雨也越来越大。又是一声闷响，西绪福斯的巨石似乎恰巧滚落了下来。这声音久久不绝。将尽未尽时，闪电猛地晃了一下。
It is Jing thunder again.
再是一声惊雷。
My lock all door window, sit overcautiously before the desk to read, what do not wish to disturb the ruler of heaven is act as a tyrant. Thunder and lightning again and again are aing string of 1 my appetite. I am obliged to think jokingly, did perhaps Liu Xuan De throw bout chopstick to stop again?
我紧闭了所有门窗，谨小慎微地坐在桌前读书，不愿打扰天公的作威作福。雷声与闪电反复地吊着我的胃口。我只得打趣地想，也许刘玄德又摔了一回筷子罢？
The following day, rain did not stop, wind did not stop, still be between heaven and earth muddleheaded. Afternoon, typhonic situation is decreased somewhat, however however power cut. Be in gradually in dark colour of sky, I feel a few candles from inside ark. The carbon dioxide that flickering candlelight produces begins precipitation to come down. Breathed ground rock wears candle power …… is really blamed! I give orange sapling forgot!
第二天，雨未停，风未止，天地之间仍是一片混沌。下午，台风之势有所减，然而却停电了。在渐暗的天色中，我从柜中摸出几根蜡烛。摇曳的烛火产生的二氧化碳开始沉淀下来。烛光无声地晃动着……真该死！我把橙子树苗给忘了！
I do not remember me is the room that how rushs to rely on a window, hurry-scurry ground swings open a window. I remember only, when that the twinkling of an eye that the window opens, one pale green the eye that showed me again, in the dusk crepuscular in.
我不记得我是怎么冲进靠窗的房间，手忙脚乱地撞开窗户的。我只记得，当窗户打开的那一瞬，一抹嫩绿又一次闪了我的眼，在傍晚的微光之中。(文/吴泓译)