Ramble is in the street with dense air, spit, wash rice next moves of drop of the sound of rain, guang Xianghui mirrors bright and clear moon and brilliant street lamp, illuminate in after many on alley. Moon mirrors below the bridge deep in blue river water, classics microwave swings the spot that twinkles to leave infatuatedly. I, saw you.
漫步在空气氤氲的街头，小雨，淅淅沥沥的下着，皎洁的月光和辉煌的路灯光相辉映，照在几经的小路上。月光倒映在桥下深蓝的河水里，经微波一荡闪烁着迷离的光点。我，看见了你。
Wear the dress of an orange color, there is an a meter tall big guitar on the shoulder, the age is 912 years old, the body looks very emaciated, walk along a road to come groggy, seem not to take care to be met trip. Drenching rain, walk in the canal with few stream of people.
身着一件橘黄色的衣服，肩上背着一把一米高的大吉他，年龄十一二岁，身体看上去十分瘦弱，走起路来摇摇晃晃的，好像一不小心就会摔倒。淋着雨，行走在人流稀少的小道。
You, dragging whacked body, walked into a restaurant.
你，拖着疲惫不堪的身躯，走进了一家饭店。
Just can go in when you, merciless inn boss rebuke is worn you, drove you come out, you, it is the little girl of a sing for a living.
可当你刚进去，无情的店老板便训斥着你，把你赶了出来，你，是一个卖唱的小女孩。
You sit on the couch of street edge, impact guitar, sang a song. Singing enters my ear dimly, in my singing from you, as if the pursuit that heard you to live to happiness but helpless ……
你坐在街边的长椅上，弹着吉他，唱起了歌。歌声依稀进入我的耳，我从你的歌声里，仿佛听到了你对美好生活的追求但又无能为力……
A day of a few week hind, my work in the same placing as father and him, come to a restaurant. Old people is inscribed if that is dull, I already disinclination, I lower my head to write a composition playing a mobile phone, at a draught, I carry the face sees ……
几周后的一天，我随着爸爸和他的同事们，来到一家饭店。大人们那无聊的话题，我早已不感兴趣，我低头作文玩着手机，一下子，我抬脸一看……
How did I see you do not have aided face that piece again! A counterjumper attempts to evict you, I hearten, say: “ my know she, let her come in. ”
我怎么又看到了你那张无助的脸庞！一位店员企图把你赶出去，我鼓起勇气，说：“我认得她，让她进来吧。”
By the table that you take to us directly, take out a piece of sheet that nod a song, certainly good intention person writes driving and strong script for your generation above, I nodded " childhood " , you are puerile as the sound like sounds of nature, between the heart that passes into me, the person in dining-room stopped the behavioral appreciation in the hand, so old hall a hush, hear your singing only: On the banyan of “ pond edge, cicada is making summer in succession, on the swing of playground edge, only butterfly stops above ……”
你径直走到我们的桌旁，拿出一张点歌单，上面强劲有力的字体一定是好心人替你代写的，我点了一首《童年》，你稚嫩如同天籁般的声音，传入我的心间，餐厅里的人都停下了手里的动作欣赏，偌大的大厅一片寂静，只听到你的歌声：“池塘边的榕树上，知了在声声叫着夏天，操场边的秋千上，只有蝴蝶停在上面……”
Since then, I often take a walk, but also had not seen you again however.
从那以后，我常常来到这条街散步，但却再也未见到过你。
Spring silkworm is gone, but left showily silk; Thrush flies, but left wonderful singing; Flower died of old age, but left continuously a faint fragrance; The candle is lighted, but left a light; Thunderstorm went, but left 7 colour rainbow; You left, but stayed however worldly the most moving singing ……
春蚕死去了，但留下了华贵丝绸；画眉飞去了，但留下了美妙的歌声；花朵凋谢了，但留下了缕缕幽香；蜡烛燃尽了，但留下了一片光明；雷雨过去了，但留下了七彩霓虹；你离开了，但却留下了世间最动人的歌声……(文/行走在雨中)