It is days is pulling the hand of childhood to bring me it;
是时光牵着童年的手将它带给我；
It is years is pushing the back of childhood to let it leave me. Time gifted the right that I enjoy childhood, in me casual, ling Ran is privative.
又是岁月推着童年的背让它离开我。时间赋予了我享受童年的权利，在我不经意间，又凌然剥夺。
I go in the street to, looking when familiar road, feel childhood and my gradually goes only gradually far. They burn in my memory, bit by bit, till almost is used up.
我走在街道上，望着儿时熟悉的路，只觉得童年和我渐行渐远了。它们在我的记忆中燃烧，一点一点，直至殆尽。
The long wood stool of alley mouth is engraving the footmark that years walks, the “ when perchs there a ” , I sit down involuntarily however nowadays, wary the dust above became dirty my trousers.
巷口的长木凳镌刻着岁月行走的足迹，那儿时的“栖息所”，如今我却无心坐下，唯恐上面的尘埃脏了我的裤子。
The doodle freely of wall edge is complex, be without the rule. But have a kind of ineffable aesthetic feeling however. What multicoloured line draws the outline of is the outline of childhood, however I am admired feebly however, become aware the design above is babyish and funny only.
墙边的涂鸦纵横错综，毫无规律。但却有一种莫名的美感。五彩的线条勾勒的是童年的轮廓，然而我却无力欣赏，只觉上面的图案幼稚可笑。
By the path wry-necked old tree inclines the head the croon that listens attentively to wind, I do not have idea to run to talk of everything together with it more.
道旁的歪脖老树侧耳倾听风的低吟，我更没有心思跑去跟它一起谈天说地。
Everything their ases if to have nothing to do with me, I am like to be smoked to leave the alien that come out alone, cannot blend in go in.
它们的一切仿佛都与我无关，我有如一个被单独抽离出来的异类，无法融入进去。
Apparent, childhood to it that close innocent and young little boy that goes only, the affairs of human life knows well first big boy that is not today.
显然，童年与之亲密的只有过去的那个天真幼稚的小男孩儿，而不是今天的初谙世事的大少年。
Suddenly, the feeling of lose does not become aware by the desalt of a smile place before. I raise a head, ability disclosure already had beard …… on that piece of familiar face
恍然，失落的思绪不觉被眼前的一抹笑意所淡化。我抬起头，才发觉那张熟悉的脸上已有了胡须……
Is he still in “ ? ” my frown indissolubles, looking at him. The person drops into days channel …… insensibly however
“他还在？”我皱眉不解，望着他。人却不知不觉坠入了时光隧道……
On June 2, 2014, chu Xia.
2014年6月2日，初夏。
Torrid sun makes air so caky that do not have a flow, work to make frowzily all around arboreous head of fade head big-eared, have with respect to Lian Chanming some frail and faint, it is symbolistic light caw a few only. Such intense heat of summer makes people bends the despotic power at summer, never leave home.
炎热的太阳使空气凝固得没有一丝流动，干闷使得四周树木都蔫头耷脑，就连蝉鸣都有些虚弱无力，只是象征性地轻啼几声。如此酷暑使人们屈于夏日的淫威，足不出户。
But the child that this cannot affect these compositions to making game machine people, look in them, of midsummer became indifferent existence sultrily, the fistfight game before is more only important.
但这影响不了这些作文正在打游戏机的小孩儿们，在他们看来，盛夏的酷热成了无所谓的存在，只有眼前的格斗游戏更为要紧。
In the crowd, the adult of half build also is watching a tower above children. Year he of about 30 is different from other adult, eyeball always is neatly as game content twirl, the thick smile that does not conceal has bit of other it seems that at the ordinary person, dirty dress trousers, jumbled hair criterion more foil those who give him is peculiar.
人群里，一位高出孩子们半个头的大人也在观看。年约三十的他不同于其他成年人，眼珠总是灵活地随着游戏内容而快速转动，掩饰不住的浓浓笑意似乎有点异于常人，脏兮兮的衣服裤子、乱蓬蓬的头发则更衬托出他的异样。
Right, he is a fool that contracts invigorative disease.
没错，他就是个患有精神疾病的傻子。
But he can is opposite however the everybody in sport plane content know sth like the palm of one's hand, do not hit not only to children do not scold, instead amiably and they become one with, so everybody not only not repellent he, instead is together very gladly with him amuse oneself.
但他却能对游戏机里的每个人物了如指掌，对孩子们不仅不打不骂，反而和蔼可亲地与他们打成一片，所以大家非但不排斥他，反倒很乐意与他在一起玩耍。
I still am emerging at the moment up to now his face: Eye narrow one's eyes wears to seam, the raise on corners of the mouth, the about that smile a thin smile lets a person feel comical.
我至今眼前还浮现着他的脸庞：眼睛眯着一条缝儿，嘴角上扬，似笑非笑的模样让人觉得滑稽。
Now day, I brush a shoulder with him again and pass, he also showed what he is familiar with to laugh at …… again
而今天，我又一次与他擦肩而过，他也再一次露出了他熟悉的笑……
Just, years already engraved the look that gives vicissitudes of life in the casting on his face, in former days smile unexpectedly much a few minutes meaningful. I am crazy looking at him dully, furrow is twining his skin, beard held his corners of the mouth, but time cannot invade him from beginning to end however not the Tong Zhen of die out. My childhood already faded sadly, he still is in, live as always day, live won't parting “ childhood ” . Time is privative do not walk along his childhood, be forced to erode his body.
只是，岁月已在他的脸庞上铸刻出沧桑的模样，昔日的笑容竟多了几分意味深长了。我痴痴地望着他，皱纹缠绕着他的皮肤，胡须占据了他的嘴角，但时间却始终侵袭不了他不泯的童真。我的童年已悄然褪色，他还在，过着一如既往的日子，过着不会逝去的“童年”。时间剥夺不走他的童年，只好侵蚀他的身体了。
Probably, he is done not have foolish; Probably, he for him tarry when happy and chose muddled.
或许，他并没有傻；或许，他为了留住自己儿时的快乐而选择了懵懂。
Hoping to still resemble in one's childhood he of same be content with one's lot, I lower my head forced smile, do not say to give a word to come ……
望着仍像小时候一样自得其乐的他，我低头苦笑，说不出话来……(文/坚果)