Eye, can take people to explore the boundless universe; Eye, can express the sentiment of people; Eye, can how-to people is on sealed road …… eye, it is interior window.
眼，能带人们探索大千世界；眼，能表达人们的情绪；眼，能指引人们走上未知的道路……眼，是心灵的窗户。
On the white poplar with differ height of one plant individual plant, having incomputable tree eye, finger is touched gently, that is sunken the tree eye that go in brings a person a kind of bizarre tactility. One is taking an old person by poplar in vain, in the hair with ashen old person only a few black hair are tenacious ground keep is worn. He all along stoop is worn waist, take a smoke single-handed, touching coarse poplar bark single-handed, the eye is cloudy appearing however firm and persistent, a bit does not care about the view with contact bizarre passerby.
在一株株高矮不一的白杨树上，有着数不清的树眼，手指轻轻地抚摸，那凹进去的树眼带给人一种奇异的触感。一棵白杨树旁坐着一位老人，老人灰白的头发中仅有几根黑发顽强地留存着。他从来都佝偻着腰，一手拿根烟，一手抚摸着粗糙的白杨树皮，眼睛浑浊却透着坚毅，丝毫不在乎来往路人奇异的目光。
I am familiar with him, he relies on to collect rubbish to make a living, daily can see a composition / the figure that he multiplies ash-bin. The person of around life has pity on him, every time useless old bottle, paper waits to give him; People is eristic also he, say his son is disobedient, say his life is sufferred from.
我熟识他，他靠捡垃圾为生，每日都能看作文/到他翻垃圾桶的身影。附近生活的人可怜他，每次有废旧瓶子、纸张等都给他；人们也议论他，说他儿子不孝，说他命苦。
A day, I go on the way home as usual, did not see the old person that takes beside white poplar however. Listen to the person chat of corridor, I just know he got hurt. A child plays on the driveway, the eye sees should be bumped into by the car, he attacked in time to help that child, oneself sufferred an injury however. I feel this kind of thing is met only all the time appear in the story, the old person that who tells to be familiar with in me happens on the body. Be informed in the chat that carries corridor person again, ask when somebody why the old person is met so when doing, he is foolish foolish ground laugh, say: If “ looks at its happening, meet all one's life in the heart disturbed. ”
一天，我像往常一样走在回家的路上，却并没见到坐在白杨树旁的老人。听楼道的人闲谈，我才知道他受伤了。一个小孩在马路上玩，眼见要被车撞到，他及时扑上去救了那小孩，自己却受了伤。我一直觉得这种事只会在故事里出现，谁知就在我熟识的老人身上发生。再次通过楼道人的闲谈中得知，当有人问老人为什么会这么做时，他傻傻地笑了，说：“如果看着事情发生，心里会一辈子不安的。”
I go to the front of that poplar is cultivated again insensibly, see those establish a key point, miss the key point of the old person again, just feel, the eye of the old person and this tree eye of white poplar are same guileless!
我不知不觉再次走到那棵白杨树前，看看那些树眼，再想想老人的眼，才觉得，老人的眼和这白杨树的树眼是一样的朴实啊！
The eye of the old person is engraved in my heart deeply from now on, make the key point of my heart.
老人的眼从此深深地刻在我的心里，成为我心灵的眼。