Staying perhaps is a kind of choice.
留下也许是一种抉择。
Still remember that hot summer, because of rustication of look down upon saucily bets with the mother —— feels simple formerly: Cast the trouble that goes work and competing, be simple fatigue give u only; Real experience rises, actually suffering can'ts bear character.
还记得那个火辣的夏天，因瞧不起乡村生活而莽撞地跟母亲打赌——原以为简单：抛去作业和竞争的烦恼，只是简单的劳作罢了；真正体验起来，其实苦不堪言。
Carrying burning sun on the head, pull a bottom of a trouser leg, wear good glove, the children of I and native place neighbour issue cropland to transplant rice seedlings together. They are so skilled, and I am so awakward, feel oneself are inferior to a flock of small wind child unexpectedly people. True ought not to obtrusive bet, staying is not a clear choice, I think so.
顶着烈日，挽起裤脚，戴好手套，我和老家邻居的孩子们一起下田插秧。他们是那么熟练，而我如此笨拙，感到自己竟不如一群小屁孩们。真不该莽撞打赌，留下并不是一个明确的选择，我这样想。
Passed to meet, their everybody finished the job of at hand, and I still transplant rice seedlings cautiously in Tian Li, one not careful knock arrives a stone, tripping in mud, ” of “ clay figurine already was after rising. “ with a ha is breathed out! Their laugh transmits ” , my what fall to go up heart by this laugh smash. “ boils! Go away! ” this is bate of my first time, use in children to go up personally however.
过了会儿，他们每个人都完成了手头的任务，而我还在田里小心翼翼地插秧，一不小心磕到个石头，绊倒在泥里，起来后已是“泥人”。“哈哈哈！”他们的笑声传来，摔在地上的我内心被这股笑声击溃。“滚！走开！”这是我第一次大怒，却用在了孩子们身上。
Till the day black, there still is the cry of children in cropland, very noisy, one in succession narrate is worn oneself grievance. I sit in the sanded ground by the pond, all round halcyon, static the sound that splits one land to the heartbreak that hears he considers the home only, moon is illuminated on lake face, refract oneself decadent about.
直到天黑，田地里仍响着孩子们的哭声，很响，一声声述说着自己的委屈。我坐在池塘旁的沙地，周围一片宁静，静到只听见自己想家的心碎裂一地的声音，月光照在湖面上，折射自己颓废的模样。
A cry alarmed I, it is the children that are look for elder brother only in scar of all over the body in the dim light of night so, drop unfortunately into jumping pit. “ elder brother, this afternoon is our fault, excuse …… we? ” that sound raises an arrow to prickle my heart like ten million, my ashamed remorses extremely. “ they are children, are you also once? I wear ” questioningly a moment ago obtrusive oneself.
一阵哭声惊动了我，原来是在夜色中满身伤疤只为寻觅哥哥的孩子们，不幸跌入沙坑。“哥哥，今天下午是我们的错，原谅……我们好吗？”那声音像千万支箭刺痛我的心，我愧疚极了。“他们是孩子们啊，你曾经不也是吗？”我质问着刚才莽撞的自己。
“ elder brother did not get angry, take you to come home ……” that momently, I know, I already chose to stay.
“哥哥没生气，带你们回家……”那一刻，我知道，我已选择留下。
The following day is so compact interesting, clutch by day keep operation, take out trifling junk " new China dictionary " , teach children to read. Chop bavin to cook a meal, take care of grandfather grandma, it is bagatelle of the daily life of a family already. Taking them to go out towards evening go for a walk, pleasure is exquisite in days brooklet is dripping. And I want to stay to be engraved here only, those who be far from a city is blatant with trouble.
以后的日子是那么紧凑又有趣，白天抓紧把作业写完，拿出些许破烂的《新华字典》，教孩子们读书。砍柴烧饭，照顾爷爷奶奶，都早已是家常小事。傍晚带着他们出去溜达，快乐在时光里细细流淌着。而我只想停留在此刻，远离城市的喧嚣和烦恼。
On afield of bubble of the teenager in countryside, all happiness follow gentle breeze and sunset as agreed upon and to. Lie on the meadow with them in Xia Ye, looking at star to making the wish that comes true unlikely, hearing cicada voice, as if everything is a dream.
乡村里少年泡在田野上，一切美好随微风与日落如约而至。夏夜里与他们躺在草地上，望着星星许着不大可能实现的愿望，听着蝉声，仿佛一切都是一场梦。
But I decide this is not a dream. There still are children to write my letter in the cabinet, I and they make the agreement below won't forget forever.
可我确定这不是一场梦。柜子里仍有孩子们写给我的信，我与他们许下的约定永远不会忘记。
Again write is written down, at the outset staying is the best answer in my heart. Public date: Article of institution of higher learning starts a company 2020
再一次执笔写下，当初的留下就是我心中最好的答案。公众号：学府文启社2020(文/张杰诚)