Days resembles a boat, yi prattles ah shaking scull, the person of that punt, it is me small. Downstream turns boat it may not be a bad idea, against the wind and travel, I what that only small boat ases if to also install no less than is brought up again. Had received fallen leaves, igneous ablaze dazzles beautiful. Over there, carrying carry a thousand years, installing the smile of heavy.
时光像一只船，咿咿呀呀的摇着橹，那个撑船的人，是小小的我。顺水推船也好，逆风而行也罢，那只小小的船仿佛再也装不下长大的我。接过一片片落叶，火炽炫丽。那里，载着一载千秋，装着沉甸甸的微笑。
Remember the small footmark on the beach, the joyous laugh of ocean wave follows wind euphonic wave, old hand of father is playing my little hand, gallop to the sea. I am making a noise to want to collect shell, with father frequently what who collects is good-looking, father is shallow laugh, good! What I search is more good-looking than yours promise mom to wrap around again a coat oh. "Good " , say to begin pick up rise, I am choice however, search a few small conch, let them discharge a platoon to sit. Sunshine basks in the beach warmly those who warm, think father and I write a composition case will deformed " Sha Bao " set on conch, also embedded me to warm in warm the bottom of one's heart, father is smiling to focus his dear good-for-nothing or queer character, my hand, I am foolish also foolish smile is worn. Probably the little baby that I also am not that noisy shark in wanting to treat the lake again, also not be that rides in the small wind child that sea of face of father shoulder woman's head-ornaments cries out, father also accompanies me without too much time again, but father's smile, never pass however when, although busy because of each other, also can retain father's love forever.
记得沙滩上的小脚印，海浪的欢笑声随风悦耳舞动，父亲的大手拉着我的小手，飞奔向大海。我吵着要捡贝壳，跟父亲比比谁捡到的好看，父亲浅笑，好呀！我找的比你的好看就答应妈妈再披一件外套哦。“好”，说完就开始一颗一颗的拾起来，我却挑三拣四，寻得几颗小贝壳，让它们排排坐。阳光把沙滩晒得暖暖的，想父亲和我一起将丑陋的“沙堡”镶上贝壳，也嵌到了我暖暖的心坎里，父亲微笑着注视他亲爱的宝贝，把着我的手，我也傻傻的微笑着。或许我再也不是那个吵着要看海中鲨鱼的小娃娃，也不是那个骑在父亲肩头面朝大海呐喊的小屁孩儿，父亲也再没有太多时间陪伴我，但父亲的微笑，却永不过时，即使因为彼此的忙碌，也会永远记得父亲的爱。
In his laugh, it is to expect, it is warm, it is company, it is favorite.
他的笑里，是期待，是温暖，是陪伴，是宠爱。
His smile, the situation that affects me is thought of, let me be in of school work busy in those who get his warmth cherishs is small rest. in the memory when, besides the beach, still have an old alley, also carrying my smile.
他的微笑，牵动我的情思，让我在学业的繁忙中得到他温暖怀抱的小憩。儿时的回忆中，除了沙滩，还有一条老巷，也载着我的微笑。
Time boils rain, memory is thick as hail. Building of a platoon in memory is wrapping around to wear lubricious mantle, closely depend on each other, in every courtyard, vacating warm warm steam, full terrestrial fireworks flavour.
时间煮雨，回忆纷至沓来。记忆中一排排房屋披着戴色的斗篷，紧紧相依，每家的院子中，都腾着暖暖的热气，满满的人间烟火味儿。
Air is being lapped sweet jujube is sweet, wave full sweet. when sit in one boiler white fat before fat steamed bread, look at steam to be gotten from boiler, it is to jubilate completely in the heart, there is a when I do small fat rabbit inside. Can't help, smile of a silk mounts corners of the mouth, sweet went in the person's heart.
空气都被包裹着甜甜的枣香，飘满了温馨。儿时坐在一锅白胖胖的馒头前，看着热气从锅上钻出，心中满是欢喜，里面有我做的一只小胖兔呢。不禁，一丝丝微笑爬上嘴角，甜到人的心里去了。
When sitting, always should rise run, look for a few associate of adjacent home, taking " steamed twisted roll " (doggie) with respect to past alley child in run. A few old buildings crouch at the back of high-rise, listen not to get noisy implement, more secret, magical. On the tile of housetop, climb full of years lichenous, , wet, grass also cannot help add trouble to, the green bristlegrass that tuft forms a cluster sways outside the house before the room, spring is green, abundant, the autumn is fizzling out, beautiful. Each act is burying a smile, jubilate since Tibet, as if laughing is the dandelion that come loose is blown in that in, laughing is to be in that in fragrance.
坐不住的时候，总要起来跑跑，找上邻家的几个伙伴，带着“花卷”（小狗）就往巷子里跑去。几幢老房子蜷缩在高楼后面，听不得喧器，更加秘密，神奇。屋顶的瓦片上，爬满了岁月的青苔，一片一片的，湿润着，草也忍不住凑凑热闹，一簇簇的狗尾草在房前屋外摇曳，春天绿着，盎然着，秋天黄着，美丽着。每一幕都埋着微笑，藏起欢喜，仿佛笑是在那吹散的蒲公英里，笑是在那朵朵的芬芳里。
Sunshine, make use of every bit of time or space, bump on the ground, the light with finely slop, asperse on the body, in the eye, in the heart, bright, as if to be able to hear it breathes sound downily then, light smile is worn. "Steamed twisted roll " the rising sun, pillow is in light, making the fond dream of the fleshy bone that it flies to all over the sky. See it, smile again, remember everything smiles, probably again also never the old alley of presence, everywhere but target-seeking smiles, already far go, resemble an old folk song, pack up memory. Carrying over there laugh, the situation that affecting me is thought of, be in perplexed medium warmth, very simple.
阳光，见缝插针，撞在地上，溅出细碎的光，洒在身上，眼中，心里，灿烂着，仿佛都能听见它那柔和的呼吸声，淡淡微笑着。“花卷”朝阳，枕在光里，做着它满天飞的肉骨头的美梦。看见它，又微笑起来，想起一切微笑，或许再也不曾光临的老巷，处处可寻的微笑，已经远去，像首古老的歌谣，把回忆收起。那里载着笑，牵动着我的情思，在迷惘中的温暖，很简单。
The joyous sound on beach laughs language, the amuse oneself after old alley plays, be also answer the memory that does not go again! Likelihood the footmark on that beach is flooded already, that old house in old alley also does not know whereaboutldirection already, but inside carry early however full happiness and smile. Probably, days never remembers me coming, but the broken movie that I can remember recollecting the warmth in extract then forever, what remember a flower with respect to meeting resembling wind is sweet.
海滩上的欢声笑语，老巷后的玩耍嬉戏，是再也回不去的回忆啊！可能那沙滩上的脚印早已被淹没，那老巷中的老屋也早已不知去向，可里面却早载满了幸福与微笑。或许，时光不曾记得我来过，但我永远会记得那回忆片段中温暖的碎影，就像风会记得一朵花的香。
The smile is guileless, common, the riant ability in be being recollected only then affects my affection to think of.
微笑是朴实，常见的，那唯有回忆中的微笑才能牵动我的情思。(文/会员发布)