There always is misfortune in the person's lifetime, some people regret for this matter, some people are excited for these things, some people feel confused for this thing do not know from why to remember.
人的一生中总有不幸，有的人为此事而后悔，有的人为这些事而兴奋，有的人为这件事感到迷茫不知从何想起。
Of the person in growing cannot plain sailing, impossible every time can succeed; Impossible every time has results, but, it is to wanted you to do, do not regret for this thing, unashamed, because every time attempt is experience, it abounded the person's knowledge and courage, let a person obtain successful edificatory.
人的成长中不可能一帆风顺，不可能每一次都能成功；不可能每一次都拥有收获，但是，是要你做了，不为这件事而后悔，就问心无愧了，因为每一次尝试都是一次阅历，它丰富了人的知识与勇气，让人获得成功的启迪。
I am visitting memorial a covered corridor or walk, look at the beautiful scenery on edge of a covered corridor or walk, browse the ancient books that sees a bookshelf go up, the sensation of my again and again, the turn one's head of the again and again.
我游览着记忆的长廊，看着长廊边上美丽的风景，翻阅看书架上的古书，我一次又一次的感动，一次又一次的回首。
Wind is blown very greatly, rain falls more suddenly, wind and rain are deducing his symphony each other, very wonderful and let a person feel sad, branch is being destroyed by harships fiercely, leaf another fall on the ground, flower is low first, endeavor to safeguard oneself petite body, grass is trampled at will by harships person, be without opportunity of survival and vigor.
风刮得很大，雨下得更猛，风和雨相互演绎着自己的交响曲，十分美妙而又让人感到伤心，树枝被风雨猛烈地摧残着，树叶一片又一片的落在地上，花儿低下了头，尽力维护自己娇小的身躯，草被风雨人随意的践踏，毫无生机与活力。
The composition side me goes, bian Xin is admiring the scenery like roadside tragedy, wind still is in blow, rain still is falling, without the appearance with abate a bit, drip to with a tick answer, very wonderful. Abrupt, I see a case in office of a corner, the sound that there is a doggie to keep on the case tries transient pedestrian, not blusterous, the roll with the ceaseless eye that is two bright only is worn, the tail keeps shaking, the pedestrian around is very few, I see that dog, think again, my home does not allow me to raise a dog, more never mention it be brought back, but the scanty power that I always should exhaust myself is saved save it! I open my only umbrella, put it by that petite body. I see it, risking rain to run back to the home immediately.
我边作文走，边欣赏着路边悲剧般的风景，风仍在刮，雨仍在下，没有丝毫减弱的样子，滴滴答答的，十分美妙。突然，我在一个转角处看到一个箱子，箱子上有一只小狗不停的探试着路过的行人，没有叫嚷，只是两只水汪汪的眼睛不停的转动着，尾巴不停地摇着，附近的行人很少，我看了看那只狗，又想了想，我家不允许我养狗，更别说带回去了，但是我总是要尽自己的微薄之力救救它吧！我将我仅有的一把伞打开，放入它那娇小的身躯旁。我看了看它，便马上冒着雨跑回了家。
I stand on stair, wind stopped, rain also stopped. Everything restored calm, at the same time I also returned the home in. Does mom ask me where the umbrella goes? I reply: “ umbrella is given to be blown by wind. ”
我站在楼梯上，风停了，雨也停了。一切都恢复了平静，同时我也回到了家中。妈妈问我伞到哪里去了？我回答道：“伞被风给刮走了。”
I do not regret for this matter, because this thing makes me clear,life is how good, it is how precious.
我不为此事而后悔，因为这件事让我明白生命是多么的美好，又是多么的珍贵。(文/汤天翼)