Summer went, accompanying autumn opportunely opportunely gently respond to a curtain call of the first rain. Those are belonged to of summer broiling, be being embraced by autumn wind, qiu Yu is being kissed, had new color gradually. Blueness daughter catchs a window yesterday, small tea maintains beautiful eave. Saw however today, autumnal wind also is met incomplete is defeated, qiu Yu also is in withered.
夏去了，轻轻巧巧地伴着秋季第一场雨谢幕。那些属于夏的酷热，被秋风拥着，秋雨吻着，渐渐有了新的颜色。昨日有青女染窗，小茶撑花屋檐下。今天却看见了，秋天的风也会残败，秋雨也在凋零。
I sit up from the chair, postmeridian sun is extremely comfortable, open the window half, a few leaf are being hit come back on the shoulder that falls in me, every bits of bit withered and yellow compose clothes.
我从椅子上坐起来，午后的太阳是极舒适的，把窗打开半扇，几片叶子打着旋儿落在我的肩膀上，点点枯黄缀了衣裳。
Original, days still does not have the at present on the face in father or deep or shallow trace, he in those days still is auspicious time. Most remember father liking to read stick, what " seventeen post " , " Xian Yuhuang tablet " , " Yan Zhenqing 3 draft " …… these things that I still cannot understand, father always can point to their tirelessly path to come. I do not know those obscure cramped ancient word, see him spread good rice paper on a cloth only, put dark letterweight rightly in paper two end, nib dips in in ink full, shift pen wirh fixed attention, black and white freely leaves come. Be like the coronation that is British empress divinely. Right young for me when, see father write more resembling is a kind of ceremony, what the appearance of father gravity let my childhood learn pair of literature is awe-stricken, my serious expression appears very lovely again on puerile little face, father also can be in the head that bestows favor on ground of be addicted to to feel me at this moment, laugh to me. If have volume softly, at this time is the room particularly crowded? Father's writing resembles a the land of country, often appear in my dream at that time, boundless be like jade blandly again however, make my growing ground tenderer and tenderer.
原来，时光还没有在父亲的脸上刻下或深或浅的痕迹，那时的他还是大好的年华。最记得父亲喜欢读贴，什么《十七帖》、《鲜于璜碑》、《颜真卿三稿》……这些我尚不能理解的东西，父亲总能指着它们娓娓道来。我不认识那些晦涩难懂的古字，只看他在一块布上铺好宣纸，把黝黑的镇纸端正地摆放在纸两端，笔尖在墨水里蘸饱，提笔凝神，便黑白纵横开来。庄严地好像是英国女皇的加冕礼。对幼时的我来说，看父亲写字更像是一种仪式，父亲严肃的样子让我的童年学会了对文学的敬畏，我认真的表情在稚嫩的小脸上又显得极为可爱，父亲也会在这时宠溺地摸摸我的头，对我笑笑。如果温柔有体积的话，是不是在这时候房间会特别拥挤？父亲的笔墨像一片山河，常出现在我当时的梦中，磅礴却又温和如玉，让我成长地越来越温柔。
I am in this book is sweet in accompanying a composition, be brought up slowly, understand the boy far away from home that why leaves home then is being sung slowly, far the brother that altitude has me, the fruit of medicinal cornal of full ground unluckily little he one person; The challenge that understood go out for a battle is how to putting his one antrum warm blood, go all out kill go up in battlefield; Still be like me to select the student that light dark reads commonly, spread sweat and hope in brimless knowledge ocean. I am clear in the garrulous language of time: Long wind broken wave is met sometimes, hang the sea of cloud sail aid continuously!
我在这书香伴随作文中慢慢长大，慢慢明白为什么那离家的游子在唱，远远的高处有我的兄弟，满地的茱萸偏偏少了他一人；明白了出征的将军是怎么揣着他一腔热血，拼杀在疆场上；还有如我一般挑灯夜读的学子，把汗水和希望播撒在无边的知识海洋里。我在时间的絮语中明白：长风破浪会有时，直挂云帆济沧海！
I want to walk out of a house, push a door to call father, help him carry that one together a Chinese cabbage, the corner of the eye that father sees in dekko however had furrow really. Time is really merciless terrible, why father that once strong the back of the human body had radian clearly like ridge. Father has turned round, the light in pupil is like as before however first, my memorial in a twinkling blurred, what a moment ago thought of is abrupt knowing is why year the thing of He Yue happening. Often go when time, only those memory and I am in together, time condenses the past that is like smoke faultlessly rise, be like thick Mo Chongcai, deep daub is on white canvas, became my dream, became my the land of country.
我想走出屋子，推开房门喊父亲，帮他一起搬运那一颗颗白菜，却一瞥中看见父亲的眼角真的有了皱纹。时间真是无情又可怕，为什么父亲那曾经山梁一样坚挺的背脊分明有了弧度。父亲回过头，眸子里的光却依旧如初，我的记忆霎时间模糊了，刚才想到的突然不知道是何年何月发生的事情。当年华老去，只有那些记忆与我同在，时间将如烟的往事完美地浓缩起来，如浓墨重彩，深深涂抹在洁白画布上，成了我的梦，成了我的山河。
Before catching up with, I take grip urgently, father female resultant force worked, becoming aware already was the dusk. Have dinner, ordinary, warm however. Far is a myriad twinkling lights of a city, blatant world is outside the door. Before window of case of my in house bend over, father gives my pen and ink, then I also fell in love with it. The person that just holds a pen this changed me, father is like me when sit beside me euqally. I see the face that there is him below maize lamplight is so calm still. The land of country still is in, the dream already awoke. Look at the pen in the hand, I am sent more experienced true, that is the feeling after 1000 sail pass, it is 100 barge contend for drifting echo. Be like my division commander, one is cast coiling paper look is so familiar, do you hear me to be in light tone chant? That is the ray that comes from future, hiding endless holy hope!
我急急赶上前去搭把手，父女合力忙活了一阵，不觉已是傍晚。有晚餐，平凡，却温暖。远处是万家灯火，门外是喧嚣人间。屋里的我伏案窗前，父亲授我笔墨，于是我也爱上了它。只不过这一次握笔的人换成了我，父亲就如我儿时一样坐在我身边。我看见黄色灯光下映着他的面庞还是那么沉静。山河仍在，梦已醒来。看着手中笔，我愈发感受到了真实，那是千帆过后的感觉，是百舸争流的回响。好像我的师长，有一道投在卷纸上的目光是那么熟悉，你有没有听到我在轻声吟唱？那是来自未来的光芒，藏着无穷无尽圣洁的希望！
The youth that this is me ah you see —— , life of heaven and earth, heng Jing is reticent. Green hill endless flow, be continuous on paper.
这是我的青春啊——你看，天地日月，恒静无言。青山长河，绵延纸上。
Having is: The land of country not fall asleep, jianghai sends survive. The land of country is like fall asleep, old friend stamps a heavenly body!
有道是：山河不入梦，江海寄余生。山河若入梦，故人踏星来！(文/王雪萌)