The poet says, childhood is dream. Pretty good, spend aureate childhood when you, lift mottled memory, one picket, the past emerges in you before, you can feel, childhood is like dream really general.
诗人说，童年是梦境。不错，当你度过金色的童年，掀开斑驳的记忆，一桩桩，一件件的往事浮现在你的面前，你会觉得，童年真的如梦境一般。
Remembering childhood is in the country grandma home spends, rural night is so static, the day is so blue, water is so clear. I follow a grandma to prepare busy, but do not know how to start however. See the grandma is so adept, I also am learning to plant rise.
记得童年是在乡下奶奶家度过的，乡下的夜是那么静，天是那么蓝，水是那么清。我跟着奶奶来到菜园里准备忙，但是却无从下手。看见奶奶那么娴熟，我便也学着种起来。
But the appearance that after the dish seedling that I plant resembles been flap by rain, walks unsteadily, the grandma sees I am planted such, can'ted help laughing: You plant “ is no good so, such dish seedling is via living wind blows rain to hit, long not big. ” grandma is forced to be planted again afresh. Plant dish to be no good, I also am forced to unplug careless. It is good that I crouched in ground edge to look a little while, but be not being known so that which plant however is careless, which kinds are dish, then I see those who gave a flower that is long is dish, and what did not grow a flower then is careless, begin a Quan Baguang of “ careless ” then.
但是我种的菜苗像被雨拍打过后东倒西歪的样子，奶奶看见我种成这样，不禁笑了起来：“你种成这样是不行的，这样的菜苗是经不住风吹雨打，长不大的。”奶奶只好重新再种一遍。种菜不行，我也只好去拔草了。我蹲在地边看了好一会儿，但却不识得哪种是草，哪种是菜，于是我看见那长出了花的便是菜，而那没长出花的便是草了，于是开始把“草”全拔光了。
The grandma walks over, saw be unplugged by me the “ careless ” of one ground, vociferous rise: “ alas, that is dish, how did you unplug completely, you still do not change a composition my vegetable plot, go carrying bit of water to irrigate the ground. ” I nod have one's heart filled with ashamed regret ground to carry water. Come to the side of the river my death ground shakes in past bucket water. The result is full a pail of water, I spelled life ability to be carried. Good mentioned a vegetable garden not easily in, did not insist to let water however one ground, bucket also falls rotted. The grandma says very helplessly: You come to “ namely be more of a hindrance than a help! Although ” is busy did not help, but let me understand “ bead bead is all painstaking however the truth of ” .
奶奶走过来，看见被我拔了一地的“草”，大声叫起来：“哎呀，那是菜呀，你怎么全拔了呀，你还是不要动作文我的菜地，去提点水来浇地吧。”我点点头满心愧疚地去提水了。来到河边我死命地往桶子里摇水。结果满满一桶水，我拼了命才能提起来。好不容易提到了菜园里，却没有坚持住让水潵了一地，桶子也摔烂了。奶奶十分无奈地说：“你就是来帮倒忙的！”虽然忙没帮成，但是却让我明白了“粒粒皆辛苦”的道理。
Mom often is taking me to admire lotus, the grandma often also teachs my back Zhou Duiyi " love lotus says " , among them, my impression is the deepest is “ grant to love lotus alone piece silty and do not catch, wash clear ripples and not bewitching ” this one, still understanding previously is what meaning, but slowly the lotus spirit that I also knew the sort of chasteness and integrity unexpectedly.
妈妈常带着我来赏莲花，奶奶也常常教我背周敦颐的《爱莲说》，其中，我印象最深的便是“予独爱莲之出淤泥而不染，濯清涟而不妖”这一句，以前还不懂是什么意思，可慢慢地我竟也懂得了那种纯洁与正直的莲精神。
Night, I and mom sit in the courtyard of door mouth to enjoy the glorious full moon, all around a hush, only cicada is playing to us composition, moon is scattered on the ground, have Su Shi unexpectedly " write down Cheng Tiansi noctivagant " if the seeper below “ booth is empty bright the artistic conception of ……” .
夜晚，我和妈妈坐在家门口的院子里赏月，四周一片寂静，只有蝉在给我们弹奏乐曲，月光撒在地上，竟有苏轼的《记承天寺夜游》的“亭下积水如空明……”的意境。
Cherish childhood dream, even if aged also can childishness not die out, insert the dream of childhood in memorial album, we will forever pure.
珍惜童年梦境，纵然年老也能童心不泯，把童年的梦插在记忆的相册里，我们将永远纯真。(文/熊依晴)