Without the clean sky of a cloud, spring the sapling of firm pullulate in day, burning hot when the free from worry …… that cool breeze comes over is childhood.
没有一丝云彩的干净天空，春日里刚抽芽的树苗，炎热时清风袭来的舒畅……是童年。
Prattle learn language, grandmother asks case today is a few, I am pointing to that calendar to say: “ saw all previous day do not know. ” this word also is I listen from grandmother mouth those who come, who knew her to listen to laugh to come out. Stroking my head path: “ is foolish the child, which have all previous day, ……” goes to Hahahaha all the time now, grandmother often still carries this thing to laugh at me.
咿呀学语，姥姥问起今天是几号，我便指着那日历说：“看看历日不就知道了。”这个词也是我从姥姥嘴里听来的，谁知她听了噗的笑出来。抚着我的脑袋道：“傻孩子，哪有历日啊，哈哈哈哈……”一直到现在，姥姥还不时提这事来笑我呢。
Time passes quickly, often lean close in parental bosom in one's childhood, going back on his word to act like a spoiled child. Time is like an arrow, I do not suit to use this kind of means already, go expressing my love to parents.
时间过得快，小时候常常依偎在父母怀抱，赖着撒娇。光阴似箭，我早已不适合用这种方式，去表达我对父母的爱了。
The sky when childhood, seem forever won't dark same. What always feel time passes in one's childhood is slow, the sun greatly, of celestial La La.
童年时的天空，好像永远不会阴暗一样。小时候总觉得时间过的慢，太阳大大的，天空蓝蓝的。
Without the idea of time, mix every time companionate people go playing together, arrived the setting sun falls on the west, just wrapping ” of mud of a suit “ to return the home. The mother sees a composition, every time with respect to long-winded I: Of home of “ girl home, note figure not at all, everyday dirty, do not know the wild child that still thinking is whose home is in change. ” such blaming, have nothing to do difficulties, the mother says everyday, I also won't be put on the heart.
没有时间的观念，每次和伙伴们一起去玩，到了夕阳西下，才裹着一身“泥”回到家。母亲看到作文，每次就絮叨我：“姑娘家家的，一点也不注意形象，每天都脏兮兮的，不知道的还以为是谁家的野孩子在窜。”这样的责备，无关痛痒，母亲每天说，我也不会放在心上。
Where be like to be able to arrive like, childhood is so free joy. Spring cultivates next singing in what hang full peach blossom, the brook that summer swims to swim in tadpole makes fun of water, autumn day sees aureate ginkgo one falls, the snowman with wintry day lovely pile.
好像什么地方都能到达似的，童年就是这样自由快乐。春天在挂满桃花的树下唱歌，夏天在蝌蚪游来游去的小河耍水，秋日看金色银杏一片一片落下，冬日堆起可爱的雪人。
My childhood, stay in native place.
我的童年，留在了老家。
The scenery does not have too big change, but there always is kind of inarticulate distracted when arriving adieu. Probably I should try to find when associate comes out again amuse oneself. But met, still have the tacit agreement former days? Cowardly of close country situation, I was some to understand.
景色没有太大的变化，但再见到时总有种说不出的怅惘。或许我应该尝试找到儿时伙伴再出来游玩。但见了面，还有往日的默契吗？近乡情怯，我算是有些懂了。
Childhood is plane of a paper, fly it seems that not far, who expects however die is gotten into thin air. That is the one part in my life, it is the most valuable time.
童年是一架纸飞机吧，似乎飞不远的，谁料却消逝得无影无踪了。那是我人生中的一部分，是最珍贵的时光。(文/余晴柔)