I, where is this to be in?
我，这是在哪儿？
I take that in window edge to sending out again before be familiar with olfactory smooth desk, break up at will doing what placing cyan bookmark gently " made of baked clay Er ascends a lake " . I very the flavour that believing firmly is red cherry wood disturbed my feeling, because it is full of the odour of intelligence of animals to resemble then 7, child of 8 years old is general, the heart that having me returned this world, although I still think,stay in that world again settle on so a little while. I place bookmark of that piece of cyan carefully the place that is hiding in me to stop offal pace finally, for fear that also cannot find the way that go back again the next time, because I understand myself.
我又坐在了窗边那个散发着熟悉味道的平桌前，随意翻弄着轻夹着青色书签的《瓦尔登湖》。我很确信是红樱桃木的味道扰乱了我的思绪，因为它那充满灵性的气味就像7、8岁的孩子一般，扯着我的心回到了这个世界，虽然我还想再在那个世界里呆看上那么一会儿。我小心地将那张青色书签摆正并藏在了我最后停下脚步的地方，生怕下一次再也找不到回去的路，因为我了解我自己。
……” of boring of …… of boring of “ boring …… is this …… somebody knocked? Not, that is transient wind only the fun that in window extroversion I open stopped. I am holding both sides grip, push a window to put on a pair of angry appearance to berating them, still do not live because of hold back however and raise of in a way indignant corners of the mouth. They escape very quickly, but malapropos fell to mix they are not leaves of a group a poplar, this let me recall the story of a thin person and fatso race. It is very beautiful, it is a the most beautiful leaf that I had seen even. The silky grain capture that it is coming loose on the face of blade that blueness fizzles out partly partly my freedom, I am willing to hang it on the wall to stay look at it daylong. But I know, everything what just fall on my body is not all this world beauty, I want to stop before the aggregate that is in all this world beauty, again tender ground strokes them gently.
“镗……镗……镗……”这是……有人敲门了吗？不，那只是路过的风在窗外向我开的玩笑罢了。我握着两边把手，推开窗装出一副生气的样子呵斥着它们，却还是因为憋不住而稍稍扬起了愤怒的嘴角。它们逃得很快，但不凑巧落下了和他们不是一伙的一片白杨叶，这让我想起了瘦子和胖子赛跑的故事。它很美，甚至是我见过的最美的一片叶子。它半青半黄的叶面上散着的柔滑纹路俘获了我的自由，我愿意把它挂在墙上呆看着它一整天。但我知道，刚刚落在我身上的一切并不是这个世界所有的美，我想要驻足在这个世界所有美的集合的面前，再温柔地轻抚它们。
I choose the shiny leather shoes that gave a pair to be brushed hardly from inside shoe ark, wear half new not old vaulted hat, went up toward a place of strategic importance in the pocket what, with respect to the gate that the bound comes out outside was being knocked so donnishly. The sun of small drunk is to mix rain during springtime is euqally moist, because warm,the bishop of this cup of quietly elegant knows this world how to make your flirtatious heart quiet to come down at any time. I right now am what do not have any reading aloud to want me, let me follow cool breeze, I can follow; Let me follow grass sweet, I can follow; Let me follow the crackle on asphalt ground, I also can follow, I just am in purely with the footstep as this season. The most special in this season, it is wind, it is capricious wind. Besides just indescribable run that group of bedlamite that I dally with by the side of the window, still have be willing to be by the side of my ear piping Le Tong and the girl that like my short hair since hold up. I think, be in probably nowadays in this times, also have these losing sight of only they just are extend ancient changeless.
我艰难地从鞋柜中挑选出了一双被擦的锃亮的皮鞋，戴上一顶半新不旧的圆顶帽，往口袋里塞上了什么，就这样装模做样地敲开了外面世界的大门。微醺的太阳是和春雨一样滋润的，因为暖阳这杯淡雅的葡萄酒随时都懂得如何让你轻浮的心安静下来。此时的我是一个没有任何念想的我，让我跟着清风，我会跟着；让我跟着草香，我会跟着；让我跟着柏油地上的裂纹，我也会跟着，我只是单纯的在跟随着这个季节的脚步。在这个季节里最特别的，是风，是善变的风。除了刚刚莫名其妙跑来窗边调戏我的那群疯子，还有愿意在我耳边吹笛的乐童和喜欢撩起我的酥发的姑娘。我想，或许在如今这个时代里，也只有这些看不见的它们才是亘古不变的吧。
Walked along, my some exhaustion, because ability to walk was not willing to ambulate,not be, feel an eye however some ache slightly, this unlike is tear when infiltration that kind is distressed, more resembling is me what will see a few wonderful things is augural. I am very complacent, because I am god-given once can very molopolized easily a piece of two-men pew. This does not have a person on the road, but I still sit very dignifiedly, resembling is the frame-up classics that the person that fears to be appeared suddenly captures me, although actually I am,expect. Noiseless Lin Dao, resembling is a corridor that also does not go forever, in the brain because of me already gradually weak went be opposite the impress of the direction when coming, perhaps I should keep next a title label pasted on the cover of a Chinese-style thread-bound book early in front. I before both hands is placed in genu, felt slowly uneasy. My left and right sides shakes a head, feel the seat on the side with the hand subsequently, ice is icy, just dare extend an arm next, build along chair at the same time had extended, stop gently in chair to help up at the same time, lean before solid the back of the chair heavily again finally. I am in, awaiting a person to come over to lean close before my shoulder, probably she writes a composition to also do not come back forever.
走了一阵，我有些疲惫了，不是因为腿脚不愿意走动了，而是感觉眼睛有些儿发酸，这不像是眼泪浸润时的那般酸楚，更像是我将会看见一些奇妙的东西的前兆。我很得意，因为我难得有一次能很轻易地就独占了一张双人座的长凳。这条道上没有人，但我仍然坐得很端庄，像是害怕被突然出现的人抓住我的不正经，虽然实际上我是期待的。寂静的林道，像是一条永远也走不完的回廊，因为我的脑子里已经渐渐淡去了对来时方向的印记，也许我早应该在前面留下一个书签的。双手摆在膝前的我，慢慢感觉到了一份不自在。我左右晃了晃脑袋，随后用手摸了摸旁边的位子，冰冰凉，然后才敢舒展了手臂，一边沿着椅搭伸过，一边轻停在椅扶上，最后再重重地靠在坚实的椅背前。我在，等待着一个人过来依偎在我的肩前，或许她作文永远也不回来了。
My know the tree here, but regrettablly the florescence that this season is not it. This flower does not leave for me, otherwise I can follow transient child same pick up its Gong Duo Hua Rongxin is admired one time. But at the same time I also feel happy its florescence has gone, what because I can be not disturbed and continue at the moment,enjoy at the moment is quiet. In trade tree, it is enchanting existence, without a kind the tree can resemble it opening a so elegant flower to come euqally. I ever had imagined, whether I also can have an opportunity to be able to pick up the silk tree that has fall before me fitly, fated general, share the life that starts case neat eyebrow, Xiang Jingru guest. I believe this flower is some, but what lying between between us is, one plain high mountain, time of running water, I wait not to come you, you however already by landscape that child is picked up.
我认得这边的树，但只可惜这个季节不是它的花期。这花不是为我而开的，不然我会跟路过的孩子一样捡起它红朵朵的花绒欣赏一番。但同时我也庆幸它的花期已经过去了，因为此刻我能不被打扰而继续享受眼下的安宁。在行道树中，它是妩媚的存在，没有一种树能像它一样开出这般冷艳的花儿来。我曾想象过，是否我也会有机会能拾起一朵恰好落在我面前的合欢，命中注定一般，共享举案齐眉、相敬如宾的生活。我相信这花是有的，但我们之间隔着的是，一川高山，一趟流水，我等不来你，你却早已被山水那头的孩子拾去。
I woke. In this cup of short vinous finally, those who stay is strong character meaty acerb, the Yu Hui of setting sun twinkles bustlingly between stagger leaf hole. I am very good all the time strange why the color of the setting sun can be incomplete red, till me face about just discovers, so the back in me is one tree is wrapping around bright outside the phoenix tree of skirt. The setting sun passes through it, also caught its color, also touched its flavour at the same time. I stood, think start comes very much, start will go the tung leaf that tear down is burning one piece, but I know I am to pick no less than coming, by my stature, again how on tiptoe, how taking off again also is enough do not wear, because it is exalted. I perhaps stand on tiptoe crosses a leg, I perhaps start passes, but I failed, I am willing to accept such failure, because accept such failure,not be true weakness, is choice in my life only.
我醒了。在这杯短促的葡萄酒的最后，留下的是强骨多肉的酸涩，落日的余晖熙熙攘攘地闪烁在交错的叶洞间。我一直很好奇为什么夕阳的颜色会是残红色的，直到我转过身来才发现，原来在我的身后是一树披着灿烂外裳的梧桐。残阳透过它，也就染上了它的颜色，同时也沾上了它的味道。我站了起来，很想跳起来，跳起来去扯下一片燃烧着的桐叶，但我知道我是摘不下来的，凭我的个子，再怎么踮脚、再怎么起跳也是够不着，因为它是高尚的。我也许踮过脚，我也许跳起过，但我都失败了，我愿意接受这样的失败，因为接受这样的失败并不是真正的软弱，而只是我人生中的一次选择。
Wind rang, boast igneous groups destroyed, tung leaf is swaying to show the about with an acerbity blueness. Oh! I knew, this is a warning, phoenix should come, fan Diao, you should go.
风响了，将树上一片片的火团吹灭了，桐叶摇曳着展露出青涩的模样。噢！我知道了，这是一次警告，凤凰要来了，凡鸟，你该走了。
I am helped up subliminally with the right hand aside pew, experiencing afresh again icy. Realize when me this is when leave a pair of people and be being set, I shrank hastily hand, fear to leave my mark, because even if leave a dust,also be met,become here unhallowed.
我下意识地用右手扶了扶一旁的长凳，又重新感受着一股冰凉。当我意识到这是留给一对人而设的时候，我急忙缩开了手，害怕留下我的一丝痕迹，因为哪怕留下一粒尘埃也会把这里变得不神圣的。
Wind is blown more noisily, I am covering crown looks around, I am written down really do not rise oneself are come from wh which direction, so I am forced to wave as the direction of wind. Cold wind blows aspic my both hands, right now probably only a pair of gloves can give me one is comforted, I very in the pocket that feels happy I remember placing it in left wind. My general right hand is extended go in drawing out, discovery is drawn out is not a glove however a bookmark when, my heart also follows both hands cool half. My mew eye looks at that bookmark in the hand carefully, that is the bookmark of a cyan. I quivered, remembered " wave " that medium word: “ I am not in that way person, cannot pick up patiently remove a fragment, add up to them together, say to oneself this thing that has repaired follows new just the same next. A thing is broken be broken, I aux would rather the about when remembering it is best, and it is good to do not want to repair it repair it, next all one's life look at those broken place. I understood ” the meaning of lubricious bookmark of green ” of that “ before the pit of the stomach, also stand in me to stop the place of offal pace finally.
风吹得更响了，我捂着帽顶左顾右盼，我实在记不起来自己是从哪个方向来的了，所以我只好随着风的方向而飘。寒风吹冻了我的双手，此时或许只有一双手套能给予我一丝安慰吧，我很庆幸我记得把它夹在了左边胸口的口袋里。我将右手伸进去掏着，发现掏出来不是手套而是一块书签的时候，我的心也跟着双手凉了半截。我咪咪眼仔细看着手中那块书签，那是一块青色的书签。我颤了一下，想起了《飘》中的那句话：“我从来不是那样的人，不能耐心的拾起一片碎片，把它们合在一起，然后对自己说这个修补好了的东西跟新的完全一样。一件东西破碎了就是破碎了，我宁愿记住它最好时的模样，而不想把它修补好，然后终生看着那些破碎了的地方。”我明白了心口前那块“青”色书签的涵义，也站在了我最后停下脚步的地方。
Final finally, I place bookmark hiding in here the place that I also do not know, both hands is inserted into me only in the pants bag of remnant, …… of one pace, two paces left this lynx.
最后的最后，我把书签摆正藏在了这里一个我也不知道的地方，双手插进我仅剩的裤袋里，一步、两步……离开了这条林荫道。(文/晓絮)