Night, stranded, pull down tired out eye. Starlight became nocturnal tear, hang in nocturnal canthus. I am asking heavy body one step by step homeward direction goes.
夜，困了，拉下疲惫的眼帘。星光则变成了夜的眼泪，挂在夜的眼角。我托着沉重的身体一步步的向家的方向走去。
Street lamp ases if be sentimentally attached to is worn my sadness, the sign that helping me is old presbyterial long, do not agree to put. Catching the shadow of that individual all the time like me, old presbyterial long, do not agree to forget.
路灯仿佛眷恋着我的悲伤，拉着我的影子老长老长，不肯放。就像我一直抓着那个人的影子，老长老长，不肯忘。
Be in namely such one dry and the winter that respectful kills, withered and yellow leaf rips a heart to crack ” of rustle of lobar ground " to be bungled on the ground, all scene language all heart language. ……” of “ toot toot one in succession lachrymal croon, give birth to the strange feeling that has me forcedly. In an ordinary corner, crouch a little boy, hair tip grew to obscure longly his eye, the face of desolate, let my curiosity rise, cannot refrain from stand by.
也就是在这样一个干燥而肃杀的冬天，枯黄的叶子撕心裂肺地"沙沙”一声砸在地上，一切景语皆心语。“呜呜……”一声声啜泣的低吟，硬生生的扯回我的思绪。在一个不起眼的角落里，蜷着一个小男孩，发梢长长的遮住了他的眼睛，落寞的脸，让我好奇心起，情不自禁的靠近。
“ is fed, you how? ” his terrified, raise a head to come, street lamp is illuminating the face of his Na Qingxiu to him. If wash,wash clean, sure be a nice boy! How to get such field? I do not have …… of “ toot toot, father mother also did not have …… my ……” he says.
“喂，你怎么了？”他怔了一下，抬起头来，路灯对着他照着他那清秀的脸。若是洗洗干净，必定是一个好看的男孩啊！怎么落得这样的田地呢？“呜呜……我没有家了，爸爸妈妈也没有了……我……”他说。
“ how? I ask: You tell “ me, the elder sister can help you. ”
“怎么呢？我问：“你告诉我吧，姐姐会帮你的。”
He returns some wariness it seems that to me, do not agree to talk again tardy, I produced a take pity on to him, go by, gently pat the shoulder that pats his thin and small to say: “ child, do not be afraid of, I am not hellion, speak out elder sister ability helps you. ”
他对我似乎还有些戒心，迟迟不肯再说话，我对他产生了一丝怜惜，走过去，轻轻的拍拍他瘦小的肩膀说：“小朋友，别怕，我不是坏人，说出来吧姐姐才能帮你啊。”
I am afraid of “ , I am afraid of a person, can you bring the elder sister do I come home? Traffic accident of my father mother, I do not have the home, I fear, I become nightmare, my ……
“我怕，我怕一个人，姐姐你能带我回家吗？我爸爸妈妈车祸了，我没有家了，我害怕，我做噩梦，我……
I more felt distressed, embracing him to say to wait for me to come home has the father mother that asks me written a composition? He regarded me as help straw, the garment part that holds me says: “ elder sister, you must come back, I wait for your ……” here my earnest inclination, face about goes homeward, however never expect, occasionally one face about is all one's life.
我更心疼了，拥着他说等我回家问问我的爸爸妈妈作文好吗？他把我当作了救命稻草，抓住我的衣角说：“姐姐，你一定要回来啊，我在这里等你……”我郑重的点点头，转身向家走去，却不曾料到，有时候的一转身就是一辈子。
Return the home in, warmth surrounded me immediately, this kind of happy feeling developed the brains with on me one sober second even, let me forget to there still is a little boy …… that waits for me in that dark corner even
回到家里，温暖立刻包围了我，这种幸福感甚至冲昏了我上一秒清醒的头脑，甚至让我忘了在那个黑暗的角落里还有个等我的小男孩……
A few days go, I am in everyday transient that corner, what to never remember however, until hear a few middleaged women to in comment one day: “ is right, so small, pitiful …… I feel ah that is a life! ” hears here, I just suddenly be enlightened, I just think growl cries greatly, my feel too ashamed to show one's face, my informal, ” of my selfish “ happiness feeling changed the lifetime of a child!
几天过去啦，我每天都在路过那个角落，却从未记得什么，直到有一天听到几个中年妇女在议论道：“对呀，那么小，可怜……我倒觉得啊那是命啊！”听到这里，我才恍然大悟，我才想咆哮大哭，我无地自容，我的随便，我自私的“幸福感”改变了一个孩子的一生啊！
I try to find him, but god does not give me this chance, my general is that face about all one's life condonable. Regret of this kind of ashamed lets my nurturance a kind of habit, always hear cry sound, I can't help stopping look attentively at, dare not be close to however, the compassion that I am afraid of me the heart can harm an innocent child again. Because I know to make the debt that the acceptance below owes namely, I do not have ability to return, flat do not want court, is this be worldly wise and make oneself safe? Not, this just made wrong person remorse to a kind of ashamed of the person that is injured.
我试图找到他，可是上帝都不给我这个机会，我将一辈子为那个转身赎罪。这种愧疚让我养成了一种习惯，凡是听到哭泣声，我都不由得驻足注视，却不敢接近，我怕我的同情心会再次伤害了一个无辜的孩子。因为我知道许下的承诺就是欠下的债，我没有能力还，就干脆不要招惹，这算是明哲保身吗？不，这只是一个犯了错了的人对被伤害的人的一种愧疚。
Often the crossing that I walk along to this familiar, my metropolis recall his shadow, his face, I do not want to forget, although memory is a bridge, lead to the prison that ashamed remorses, but the error that this is me after all, the ashamed regret that I use lifetime with respect to this and self-condemned go repaying.
每每我走到这条熟悉的路口，我都会忆起他的影子，他的脸，我不想忘记，尽管回忆是一座桥，通向愧疚的牢，但这终究是我的过失，我就该用一生的愧疚与自责去偿还。