12 age, every day night, accompanying my little to be brought up, suddenly turn one's head, discover once the footmark that footmark also is like a beach to go up, in current flow of memory in falling, become ambiguous ……
十二个春秋，日日夜夜，伴着我一点点长大，蓦然回首，发现曾经的足迹也如沙滩上的脚印，在记忆的潮涨潮落中变得模糊……
Common on the weekend, sanitation is cleaned in the home, casual, procrastinate from bed bottom gave the building blocks that plays constantly, I am stupefied.
一个普通的周末，在家里打扫卫生，不经意间，从床底拖出了一盒儿时常玩的积木，我愣住了。
This is a what kind of carton! Bright red colour already did not resist time erode, become remained a weak pink only; Enclothing above thick dirt is low-down in that way with bleak; The edge on the box is clear because of moisture molten —— everything, it is in that way heterogeneous.
这是一个怎样的纸盒呀！鲜红的色彩已抵不住时光的侵蚀，变得只剩下了一抹淡粉；覆盖在上面的厚厚灰尘是那样卑微与苍凉；盒上的棱角明显因潮湿而变软——一切，都是那样驳杂。
Dust, lift a lid, a building blocks is quiet, shipshape lying. They lay all alone over several years! Appearance as before, color as before, size as before, whats did not change. Give along with hand-sort, put in at the moment. A few words are in ” of “ isosceles triangle the thrill through in my brain, I can'ted help eating one Jing. What take obviously in the hand is a roof, colourful, design is beautiful, but at the moment the first my feeling, the composition is a simple triangle however. See other building blocks again, the bricky tile that also is a building no longer is made of baked clay, and turned the geometry on book into the graph. See the graphic representation on the manual again, can sense babyish absurdity to among them modelling unexpectedly.
拂去灰尘，掀开盒盖，一块块积木安安静静、整整齐齐的躺着。它们已经孤零零地躺在那里好几年了吧！形状依旧，颜色依旧，大小依旧，什么也没变。随手拣出一块，放在眼前。“等腰三角形”几个字在我脑海中闪过，我不禁吃了一惊。手里明明拿的是一个房顶，色彩鲜艳、图案美丽，但此刻我的第一个感觉，作文却是一个简单的三角形。再看看别的积木，也不再是楼房的砖砖瓦瓦，而变成了书本上的几何图形了。再看看说明书上的图示，竟会对其中的造型感到幼稚可笑。
Abruptly, the consciousness that I discover myself and when very different.
猛然，我发现自己的意识与儿时大不相同了。
Face same case building blocks, I previously am full of an imagination to him, rack one's brains spells a various modelling with it. And nowadays, I the diamonds that before just is appearance of one caboodle geometry, also did not have the passion that builds them and inspiration again.
面对同一盒积木，以前的我对他充满想象，挖空心思用它拼出各种各样的造型。而如今，我眼前的只不过是一堆几何形状的方块，再也没有了搭建他们的激情与灵感。
The mood that realizes I this bit try to use cheeper goes seeking that parting time, discover however do not have already at the outset feeling. Right also, can you have the feeling at that time again how? when distinctive imagination had disappeared; when the sort of pure joy, primitive feeling was done not have; when this true interest Yi Moying does not have footprint.
意识到这点的我试着用幼儿的心情去寻找那逝去的光阴，却发现早已没有当初的感觉。也对，怎会再有当时的感觉呢？儿时独特的想象力已经消失了；儿时那种纯真的快乐、原始的感觉没有了；儿时本真的兴趣亦无影无踪了。
Perhaps, it is the past really cantabile ……
也许，真的是往事如歌……
Although say not clear this kind is lost what to mean, but I feel, this should grow namely want paid price.
虽然说不清这种丢失意味着什么，但我觉得，这该就是成长要付出的代价吧。(文/张淅玉)