Drab, depressing life produced a change so...
单调、沉闷的生活就这样发生了改变……
Landscape happy affection, the wood hangs down in clusters, I do not listen to be spent, but the flower is cut really again however cut the ground to leaving, miss rain of that one field before windowsill like me, but it is true also however underground of true be sure to is worn, so long feeling is gotten below. But before this, I am done not have however advertent.
山水怡情，草木葳蕤，我听不到花开，但花却又真真切切地开着，就像我错过窗台前那一场场雨，但它却也真真切切地下着，下得那么长情。但是在这之前，我却并没有留意。
There still is attic in vintage house, every arrive in the winter, a desk lamp rises with respect to meeting site in small attic. Very sweet, very quiet. But these a few years, I also had not gone up attic, still stay before a lot of years to the impression of attic. Task of these a few years of study is onerous, return the home to always be frowzily all the time in downstair cubby every time. The life goes every day, drab and depressing, what to nod less it seems that.
老式的房子里还保留着阁楼，每到冬天，小小的阁楼里就会点起一盏台灯。很温馨，很安静。但这几年，我一次也没上过阁楼，对阁楼的印象还停留在很多年前。这几年学习任务繁重，每次回到家总一直闷在楼下的小房间里。生活一天天过去，单调而又沉闷，似乎少了点什么。
Not long ago, I went up eventually attic. Returning cold light rain all the time these days, if wintry wind is washed, aspic gets person straight shiver, I cannot help cursing Leng Yu. That day, happen to mother lets the attic on me reverse a picture for her. The indulge before the mother is old paints all sorts of landscape paintings, just work a few this years busy, also faded from his memory, also do not know why to begin to reverse the picture previously again. The bulb early on attic is bad. Then I am forced to carrying lamp of small small cup, went up attic.
不久前，我终于上了一次阁楼。这几天一直还着冷冷的小雨，冬风如洗，冻得人直哆嗦，我忍不住咒骂着冷雨。那天，正巧母亲让我上阁楼去为她翻一幅画。母亲多年前沉迷于画各种山水画，只是这几年工作繁忙，也淡忘了，也不知为何又开始翻以前的画出来。阁楼上的电灯泡很早就坏了。于是我只好提着小盏灯，上了阁楼。
Get a person open-eyed is attic on not random, I found the Shi Qiao in that rain that the mother says very quickly to draw, still discovered the small desk lamp of childhood even, a bit, light rises. The urgent careful look that has not come draws medium content, ignore outside the fenestella station that visits attic. the Shi Qiao to windowsill hereat countryside, dim street lamp is being illuminated continuously, just, this rain! Ah! This rain, this Leng Yu falls on old Shi Qiao to have unexpectedly kind another lasting appeal. Horizon do not know why to still hanging Leng Yue on one round, cold photograph is illuminated, should be a cool color shift that show originally, but those street lamp warm warm ground is being illuminated properly however. The rain of lingering, still see it is having the light of that exclusive warmth it seems that, bag of ground of be reluctant to part with turns the ground distills, infiltrated the land that yearning for it. Pitter-patter, resemble the extremely Orphean light music in black glue tape, fall to place of popular feeling channel at a draught, your person does not have wine drunk also! I feel my soul is dancing, cannot give the amorous feelings in the rain before with verbal description even.
受人惊讶的是阁楼上并不乱，我很快找到了母亲说的那幅雨中石桥画，甚至还发现了童年的小台灯，一点，都亮堂起来。还没来的急细瞧画中的内容，忽的望到阁楼的小窗台外。正对着窗台是故乡的石桥，昏黄的路灯绵绵地照着，只是，这雨！啊！这雨，这冷雨落在古老的石桥上竟有种别样的韵味。天边不知为何还挂着上一轮冷月，冷冷相照，本应是通透的冷色调，但那些路灯却恰到好处地暖暖地照着。缠绵的雨，似乎还看到它拥着那唯一的温暖的灯，恋恋不舍地兜转地滴下，浸润了渴望着它的土地。雨声，像黑胶磁带中极好听的轻音乐，一下子落到人心沟处，令人无酒也醉！我觉得我的灵魂在跳舞，甚至无法用言语描述出眼前的雨中风情。
At this moment I am heard " Da Da " the foot steps on board sound, the mother came up. She enters attic, raising eyebrow, slightly some indissoluble the ground looks at me recumbent window. I am subliminal the picture in seeing eye hand. Graph of bridge of the stone in that rain is below boast of illumination of warm yellow light outline gradually clear, actually with the picture coincide outside the window! "Really good-looking. " I am crazy plaint dully. "Be! Natural beauty always can bring solace to the person. People always complains unfamiliar word is in that way drab, depressing, but just lack the eye that discovers the United States actually, natural beauty always is can catharsis our thought, make the life better. " the mother will touching that picture way gently. My Buddhist templeput on the brakes is realized.
这时我听到“嗒嗒”的脚踩木板声，母亲上来了。她一进阁楼，挑着眉，略有些不解地看着我靠着窗。我下意识看了眼手中的画。那幅雨中石桥图在暖黄灯光照耀下轮廓逐渐清晰，竟然与窗外的景象重合了！“真好看。”我痴痴地感叹到。“是啊！自然之美总能给人带来慰藉。人们总是抱怨生话那样的单调、沉闷，但其实只是缺少发现美的眼睛，自然之美总是能洗涤我们的思想，让生活更美好。”母来轻柔地抚摸着那幅画道。我刹悟。
Be, the life is needing to discover beautiful eye. In leaving Yu Yu of a amorous feelings, listen attentively to natural sound attentively, drab, depressing life becomes then dream and surprise...
是啊，生活正需要发现美的眼睛。留一抹风情于雨中，用心倾听自然之声，单调，沉闷的生活于是变得梦幻而又惊喜……