Green · tender feelings is like water
青春·柔情似水
Changjiang Delta a region of rivers and lakes, ” of other people of running water of “ little bridge. Changjiang Delta, the small town with hazy misty rain, no less than all clarity beside see my high school —— , but that lantern with that upstairs like cabinet however bright lamp that is hanged high in the depth of my heart, gong Deyao eye cannot touch however, be obliged to twinkle after mist by it. The first first sun rays in the morning that puts at the beginning of prep against, carrying knapsack on the back, an oilpaper umbrella is maintained in the hand, go on the little bridge that green flag spreads. Yesterday evening apricot spends small rain, today years is static good —— is whole the ablution of rainwater of small town course, everything becomes so pure and fresh. Rain scour off the trace of the years on Shi Qiao, left cool and refreshing stone cyan only, do not abandon leaving rain bead in falling into the current below the bridge down Shi Qiao's aperture, running water is eroding flag, combing the long hair of bridge edge weeping willow, the clear and visible aquatic twist in water is worn the lumbar limb of its that softness. Those who searching Chan Chan is underwater acoustic, along the flagging that is ground glossily, I walked into a lane. The old frame house in lane sends out the taste that gives a light wood, resembling was to bear the weight of history of more than 100 years, engrave too much happiness, but its hush is deep and remote nowadays long, I cannot be unscrambled, also cannot bear unscramble. The corner is blooming tuft clove, if water is ordinary,pure white line gets it charming is soft. I think, dai Wangshu also ever crossed here, just he longs to meeting the girl like a clove, and I wish to stroll silently only be in a lane is medium, await postmeridian a sunshine, turn the water in the brook, touch the face of green flag, kiss the long hair of sallow, devouringly enjoys this tender feelings that is like water.
江南水乡，“小桥流水人家”。江南，烟雨朦胧的小镇，正如我的高中——身旁的一切清晰可见，但是高悬在我内心深处的那盏明灯却像阁楼上的那盏灯笼，红得耀眼却无法触及，只得由它在薄雾后闪烁。迎着初放的第一朵晨曦，背着背包，手中撑起一把油纸伞，走在青石板铺成的小桥上。昨夜杏花微雨，今朝岁月静好——整个小镇经过雨水的洗礼，一切都变得那么清新。雨儿洗去了石桥上岁月的痕迹，只留下了清凉的石青色，不舍离去的雨珠顺着石桥的缝隙落进了桥下的水流中，流水冲刷着石板，梳理着桥边垂柳的长发，水中清晰可见的水草扭动着它那柔软的腰肢。寻着潺潺的水声，沿着被磨得光滑的石板路，我走进了一条小巷。小巷中古老的木屋散发出一股淡淡的木头的味道，像是承载了百余年的历史，铭记了太多的美好，可如今它寂静幽长，我无法解读，也不忍解读。墙角盛开着一簇丁香，纯净的白色衬得它如水一般娇柔。我想，戴望舒也曾来过这里吧，只不过他渴望逢着一个丁香一样的姑娘，而我只愿静静地漫步在一条条小巷中，等待午后的一丝阳光，化作小河里的水，抚摸青石板的脸庞，亲吻柳枝的长发，贪婪地享受这份似水的柔情。
Green · enthusiasm is bold and unrestrained
青春·热情奔放
Capacious llano is the heaven in my dream all the time, I love its green grass to be like mattress, love group of its flocks and herds, the passion that loves it is bold and unrestrained. Over, without the nervous atmosphere on examination room, mensurable without the numerous full of trivial details is complex formula in science department world, do not have “ society to live more in law ” egoistic, some is pure and fresh only, freedom and broad. Once imagined countless times: I am riding the fine horse of a white, grasp bridle single-handed, skill brandish horsewhip, gallop go up in boundless prairie. Absorb is worn the breath of the most primitive clay and green grass, by wind whisk goes the dust on my body, mastering oneself direction, return to the bosom of nature. Horizon accompanying last Yu Zunwen sunshine, dusk beat is knocked noisy, my do all one can at a gallop, angle is worn the flocks and herds that come home, at the moment, tired happy move. In starry fall to dance round ablaze flaming bonfire hand in hand with herdsman, in case mulberry beautiful sea middle school sings bold and generous folk song Tibetan the home, the hada of collar whiteness is floating below the set off of blaze golden, wave dance is in sky, stepping the string sound with lively a bowed stringed instrument with a scroll carved like a horse's head, the Gan Lie of highland barley wine diffuses in sky, the alcohol of ghee tea is sweet diffuse between tine. Visit is how the ground doesn't have care, be indifferent, oblivious of oneself.
广阔的大草原一直是我梦中的天堂，我爱它的绿草如茵，爱它的牛羊成群，爱它的热情奔放。在那里，没有考场上紧张的气氛，没有理科世界里繁冗复杂的公式定律，更没有“社会生存法则”中的自私自利，有的只是清新、自由与宽广。曾经无数次幻想：我骑着一匹白色的骏马，一手紧握缰绳，一手挥舞马鞭，驰骋在一望无垠的草原上。吸吮着最原始的泥土和青草的气息，任由风儿掸去我身上的尘土，掌握着自己的方向，回归大自然的怀抱。伴着天边最后一抹余作文晖，暮鼓敲响，我奋力奔跑着，追逐着回家的牛羊，此刻，累并快乐着。在满天星斗下与牧民手拉手围着熊熊燃烧的篝火跳舞，在格桑花海中学唱豪迈的藏家民歌，颈间洁白的哈达在火光的映衬下泛着金黄，飘舞在空中，踏着马头琴明快的弦音，青稞酒的甘烈在空中弥漫，酥油茶的醇香在齿间散开。此行是多么地无忧、忘情、忘我。
Green · light book is sweet
青春·淡淡书香
In viatic road, always like to take a diary, write down my mood at any time and place. When rambling ancient city carefree, when looking up at snow mountain gasp in admiration, the thoughtful …… every little bit when music of classics of listen respectfully hole collects one word, blend in my viatic diary, impure a few mix crankily life random thought, laxation nib. The diary changed another, I do not stop viatic pace however, the air that stepping youth in viatic road is pondering over green true meaning. What I do not like coffee is agonized, but the alcohol of tea of loving however Yu Qing is sweet. Add up to a diary, close double eye, the light tea sweet He Shuxiang before light smell is nose, had emerged in brain give only beautiful picture: The violet sways in wind strange looks, precipitation is worn its purple dream. The old person with two greying hair on the temples sits below flower wearing, there is to float already in the hand yellow diary, that is oneself the most beautiful memory in travelling in those days. End has the hot tea of that cup of sweet alcohol on the desk, light readily, still be the smell that oneself like, do not become aware between, the laugh that corners of the mouth has a sweetness …… , that is me!
旅行途中，总喜欢带上一本日记，随时随地写下我的心情。漫步古城时的悠闲，仰望雪山时的赞叹，聆听洞经音乐时的深思……一点一滴汇成一字一句，融入我的旅行日记，掺杂着一些胡思乱想和人生随想，轻泻笔尖。日记换了一本又一本，我却停不住旅行的脚步，在旅行途中踏着青春的旋律思考着青春的真正含义。我不喜欢咖啡的苦涩，但却钟情于清茶的醇香。合上日记，闭上双眸，轻嗅鼻前淡淡的茶香和书香，脑海中已经浮现出一幅唯美的画面：紫罗兰在风中摇曳生姿，沉淀着它紫色的梦。两鬓斑白的老人坐在花架下，手中捧着一本早已泛黄的日记，那是自己当年在旅行中最美的记忆。端起桌上那杯香醇的热茶，轻呡一口，还是自己喜欢的味道，不觉之间，嘴角有一抹甜蜜的笑……呵，那是我吧！
MacArthur says: “ youth is not a phase of life, it is a kind of state of life. In the state of ” youth, have a polyhedral my —— tender feelings is like water, enthusiastic and bold and unrestrained, persistent pursuit, still have inevitable student flavor. My youth is permeated with happy, sadness, still have what accumulate gradually is composed. I should do the youth on a correct thing —— belt to travel in this right time, understand green true meaning. Final, the meeting in my diary has ” of terminus of a “ : Youth uses that namely the portion is spoony the thing that means with persistent him pursuit, shuck off in journey of again and again babyish, exuviate goes insolent and traitorous, final trend is composed.
麦克阿瑟说：“青春不是生命的一个阶段，是生命的一种境界。”青春的境界里，有一个多面的我——柔情似水，热情奔放，执着追求，还有不可避免的书生气息。我的青春洋溢着欢乐、忧愁，还有逐渐积淀的沉稳。我要在这个正确的时间做一件正确的事——带上青春去旅行，读懂青春的真谛。最终，我的日记里会有一个“终点站”：青春就是用那份痴情与执着追求自己想要的东西，在一次又一次行程中脱去稚气，蜕去张狂与叛逆，最终走向沉稳。
In viatic road, green photograph is accompanied, of life happy, have this sufficient!
旅行途中，青春相伴，人生之乐，有此足矣！