Because had you, small grass is greener; Because had you, I am firmer.
因为有了你，小草更绿了；因为有了你，我更坚强了。
Gentle rain is worn in leisurely underground, silk of rain of a drop waves from inside sky fall, asperse fall on that greenery, became the pearl that bead bead sparkles.
轻柔的雨在悠悠地下着，一滴滴雨丝从空中飘落，洒落在那片片绿叶上，成了粒粒闪闪的珍珠。
The room when forring reference is particularly messy, the green grass that resembled deflect of rainwater of that window tegument is same. Dear mathematics book, fast come out! I still have a few problems to want to rely on you!
备考时的房间特别零乱，就像那窗外被雨水打歪了的青草一样。亲爱的数学书，快出来吧！我还有几道题要依靠你啊！
It is the disaster that that abhorrent maths, cramped maths causes, still once was searched to be less than by the mathematical book of my abandon!
都是那可恶的数学、难懂的数学惹的祸，曾经被我遗弃的数学书还是找不到！
In the examination paper caboodle after passing like battlefield? Without! In the corner of bookcase? Impossible, it does not possess the qualification that submit a written statement to a higher authority wears. Be in rubbish basket? Unlikely, most at least still is less than moment. Be in after all? Come back! My mathematical book! Praying silently in my heart, can place the hope in the sitting room only.
如战场过后的试卷堆里？没有！书柜的角落里？不可能，它不具备上书架的资格。难道在垃圾筐里？不大可能，最起码还不到时候。究竟在哪？回来吧！我的数学书！我心里默默地祈祷着，只能把希望寄托在客厅了。
Outside, still be drizzly drizzle. The drip-drop with the long deposit on the window, drip down vitreous shedding come down, the pluvial mark with not straightforward way of lay off way.
外面，依然是蒙蒙的细雨。窗户上沉积久了的雨滴，顺着玻璃流淌下来，划出道道并不直的雨痕。
In the sitting room, do not resemble a room in that way, the sitting room is mom's domain, the room is my position, so, of sitting room of course simple and clean. I sweep the past, I do not believe here can have that abhorrent mathematics book. I am forced one buttock sits in the composition on sofa, think well, after all where went.
客厅里，并不像房间那样，客厅是妈妈的地盘，房间是我的阵地，所以，客厅理所当然的简单而又干净。我一眼扫过去，我都不相信这里会有那可恶的数学书。我只好一屁股坐在沙发上作文，得好好想想，究竟哪儿去了。
“ crash ” one, it is mom came back. “ son, sit for what does the sitting room syare blankly? …… exam was not taken an examination of good, stricken? ” mom cares.
“哐啷”一声，是妈妈回来了。“儿子，为啥坐客厅发呆呀？……考试没考好，受打击啦？”妈妈关心道。
“ fast exam, mathematical book cannot be found, very long period of time does not see it! Cannot find everywhere. I am staring at ” the ground of anger of wall clock anger on the wall says.
“快考试了，数学书找不到，好长一段时间不见它了！到处找不到。”我盯着墙上的挂钟愤愤地说。
“ ! When wanting, drop about everywhere, when wanting, search in disorder everywhere? ” mom is laughing to speak, “ I last chapel clear away a sitting room, put your mathematical book in the bookshelf. ”
“哦！不要的时候，到处乱丢，要的时候到处乱找？”妈妈笑着调侃，“我上个礼拜收拾客厅，把你的数学书放书架里了。”
Mom sees I take mathematical book, serious ground says: “ ah, maths is your fragile course, study also wants to Bravery comes out of the feeling of shame! Escaping can not be the method that solves a problem. ”
妈妈见我拿到数学书，认真地说：“儿啊，数学是你的薄弱学科，学习也要知耻而后勇啊！逃避可不是解决问题的办法。”
Return a room, ground of word for a long time is by the side of my ear echo, “ escapes is not the method ” that solves a problem if I am repeating mom mutteringly.
回到房间，妈妈的话久久地在我的耳边回响，“逃避不是解决问题的办法”我喃喃地重复着妈妈的话。
I look at the tree to the roadside outside the window, rain had next old tendencies again. A few bounty are gotten piquantly from window aperture, on the book that falls in my hand. Although bounty is small, hit however wet a big ring. Be, small favor, however can moist everythings on earth.
我望向窗外路边的树，雨又有了下大的趋势。有几滴雨露调皮地从窗户缝隙钻进来，落在了我手中的书上。雨露虽小，却打湿了一个大圆圈。是啊，小小的雨露，却能滋润万物。
That bounty is moist sapling, moist also the heart that I dry up then, woke up the dream of my distance.
那雨露滋润了小树，也滋润了我那干涸的心灵，唤醒了我远方的梦想。(文/方俊轩)