Ordinary wild flower is holding to its place, although by the person inadvertently trample, but also was to accumulate boundless the beauty of cold winter; Ordinary leaf holds light the height of summer, although put in earthy all in vain 's charge after all, but also be the cold frost that sufferred a fall; Ordinary brook has passed through farm, do not have footprint in time into the sea, but also had gallopped …… of boundless and indistinct open country
平凡的野花坚持着它所坚持，即使被人无心踩踏，但也是积蓄了一个漫漫寒冬的美丽；平凡的树叶装点着盛夏，即使终究归土一场空，但也是饱受了一个秋季的寒霜；平凡的小溪穿越过农田，及时入海无踪，但也奔腾过茫茫原野……
In the evening at 9 o'clock, coach the class just finishs class, I wait for red light in crossroad, busied daylong person come home rested, there is some of cold and cheerless on the street, dim street lamp shines suddenly suddenly, what take the person that walks on the street is even more pitiful. Abrupt, I see a common already shabby even tricycle is in the one horn of crossing, a man is wearing feeble shirt, wearing braid a cap, lean beside the car, the body some quiver, because just had left pluvial reason,the likelihood is, weather is a little small cool, the corn of that one car is complete full marks / lie in the car, look today's business is bad. Although of tricycle all round already damp, but those corn still are dry faint scent however. I look at the umbrella that he raises rough and high because of the road, not block arrives he himself, however this one car affects a family the corn of bread. I look at him by wringing shoulder, inner inarticulate is distressed. This common man, for the family, for the child, in day of a heavy rain, carrying fierce wind on the head, defending the hope of the family, one the world comes, do not have results however. I look at the form of some stoop below this lamplight, I do not know to there are such how many bromides in a city, they are bearing the hope of a grown-ups and children, must go before the bramble Cong Zhongjian in the life is difficult.
晚上九点，辅导班刚刚下课，我在十字路口等红灯，忙碌了一整天的人儿都回家休息了，街上有些冷清，昏暗的路灯忽闪忽闪，将街上行走之人照的越发可怜。突然，我看到一辆普通的甚至已经破旧的三轮车在路口的一角，一个男人穿着单薄的衬衫，戴着编织帽，倚在车旁，身体有些发抖，可能是因为刚刚下过雨的缘故，天气有些微凉，那一车的玉米完整的的满分/躺在车里，看起来今天的生意并不好。即使三轮车的周围已经潮湿，但那些玉米却仍是干燥清香。我看着他因路不平而高高举起的雨伞，并未遮到他自己，而是这一车关乎一家人生计的玉米。我看着他被淋湿的肩膀，内心说不出的酸楚。这个平凡的男人，为了家庭，为了孩子，在一个大雨天，顶着狂风，守着一家人的希望，一天下来，却无收获。我看着这个灯光下有些佝偻的身影，我不知道一座城里有多少这样平凡的人，他们背负着一家老小的希望，不得不在生活的荆棘丛中艰难前行。
I left by bike, we are bromide, ordinary life is in this world, holding to him place, looking forward to him place.
我骑车离开了，我们都是平凡的人，平凡的生活在这个世界，坚持着自己所坚持，憧憬着自己所憧憬。(文/葛晓涵)