Autumn wind rises, on the campus alley that I stroll to grow in account, without sound, without the shadow, also do not have the mood. I am blurred like the person in time, wasting years.
秋风起，我漫步在记载成长的校园小路上，没有声，没有影，也没有心情。我像一个迷离在时间中的人儿，虚度着岁月。
Cool meaning gradually the mind on float, 5 wild goose had flown in sky, leave to grow cry, start is small yellow withered leaf, call my heart in lonely.
凉意渐渐浮上心头，空中飞过五只大雁，留下一阵长鸣，惊起微黄的枯叶，唤起我心里的孤寂。
Look in an instant, have a few dandelion. Wind rises, that leaf wave fall to me beside, keep humeral head, gently, silent, want them permanent beside stay in me,
转眼望去，有几朵蒲公英。风起，那片片花瓣飘落到我身旁，停留肩头，轻轻的，静静的，想将它们永久留在我的身边，
Looking so.
就这样望着。
But wind recrudesce, leave them over my humeral head, can't help the noise in the head removes, "This hill this water, do not know when to return? " which will dandelion fly to? Which will time fly to? Suddenly, mind upsurges one time regretful.
无奈风再起，把它们离开我的肩头之上，不禁脑中响起一曲，“这座山这片水，不知何时归？”蒲公英将飞去哪方？时间将飞去哪方？忽然间，心头涌起一番惋惜。
I stretch my hand want to catch them, but they from point to seam a desert, resemble time, do not pull the rope of time, be obliged watch sb go away they are parting. I am absentminded feel, have one side stand at the moment, lead me to set foot on distance afresh.
我伸手想把它们捉回，可它们从指缝间逃跑了，就像时间，拉不住时间的绳索，只得目送它们逝去。我恍惚觉得，眼前有一面旗帜，引领我重新踏上远方。
At the moment, I know, everything is in parting, resemble this dandelion, without sound, without the shadow, left me slowly. Remember once me, put empty all facts, sink to be imagined mediumly at brain, if fall in the sea with a stone, jump over defect deeper.
此刻，我知道，一切都在逝去，像这蒲公英，没有声，没有影，慢慢地离开了我。想起曾经的我，放空一切事实，沉于脑海中的幻想，如同一块石头落在海中，越陷越深。
It seems, cannot let time a unit of length flow insignificantly again, I carry the first stroke of a Chinese character, allow mood and nib communication, blossom on nib with blood a scintilla. I held the rope of time afresh, on the alley that sets foot on a trend to grow, mention eye, look to distance, look to the bright rosy clouds in the sky, look to the red flag with upstairs and flying education, visit the distant place that flies to dandelion.
看样子，不能再让时间毫无意义地流去了，我提起笔，让心绪与笔尖交流，用血液在笔尖上绽放出火花。我重新抓住了时间的绳索，踏上走向成长的小路上，提起眼，望向远方，望向天空中灿烂的云霞，望向教学楼上飘扬的红旗，望向蒲公英飞翔的远方。
"Look not check the amount nods lights, hear water of Chan Chan brook only. " the pace that is restricted to follow dandelion, go on the alley that grow, I saw distant place.
“看不清点点灯火，只听见潺潺溪水。”限随蒲公英的步伐，走在成长的小路上，我看见了远方。