Leaf of wind drag assured source is stuck on cement ground to rolling, hold up is amusing the high-heeled shoes that does not have arrange hastily. It wants to kiss wet land originally, be blocked strongly by a gray however outside, decline wayside, below the tire that rolls a car.
风拉扯着落叶贴在水泥地上翻滚着，撩逗着匆忙无措的高跟鞋。它本想亲吻湿润的土地，却被一层灰色结结实实地挡在外面，跌落路旁，滚入汽车的轮胎下。
Once, that land is the carrier that remembers behind me, over, bearing the weight of my joy, my sadness, with my childhood.
曾经，那片土地是我身后记忆的载体，在那里，承载着我的快乐，我的忧伤，和我的童年。
The slimy land of that massiness, you are the tender memory in my summer inverted image.
那片厚重的泥土地啊，你是我夏日倒影里温柔的回忆。
Every return old home, I always want to kiss that land. You always are calling out my infant name gently, in the bosom that embraces me to growing green acerbity wheat into you. Sunshine be mingled with of Wen Run is worn the aroma of clay, I roll about on the land that is made brushy by sunshine, you are so gentle that you rearward flinchs secretly my arch. What the form of old pagoda tree was blown to come loose to restore ancient ways by wind is luxuriant, tender ground is placatory behind me that the softest land.
每回到老家，我总想亲吻那片土地。你总是轻柔地唤着我的乳名，拥我入你长着青涩麦子的怀抱里。温润的阳光夹杂着泥土的香气，我在被阳光打得毛茸茸的土地上打滚，你轻柔得在背后偷偷挠我的脚心。老槐的身影被风吹散了复古的华丽，温柔地抚慰我身后那片最柔软的土地。
The slimy land of that massiness, you are the aroma of the indifferent to fame or benefit below my plum tree.
那片厚重的泥土地啊，你是我李树下恬淡的香气。
That year I am planted seed of a Li Shu. This thinking that it is differ will surely subsist, do not have expect it is in you on this infertile also northern land, grow the branch is numerously Xie Mao. I am small beside you rest, you hold a composition in both hands to wear in the dream the plum with one fruity basket, it is licentious in me nose needle dances, doff next amaranthine jacket, bare the flesh of fruit that gives full maize translucence, accost is worn my taste bud. The dream wakes run to is in behind you, the fruit that picks next holding <> in both hands to come, a get down, greasy, sweet smooth smooth.
那年我种下一颗李树种子。本以为它不一定能活下去，没料到它在你这本也不肥沃的北方的土地上，生长得枝繁叶茂。我在你身边小憩，梦里你捧作文着一筐圆润的李子，它放肆的在我鼻尖跳舞，脱下紫红的外衣，裸露出饱满的黄色半透明的果肉，勾引着我的味蕾。梦醒跑向在身后的你，摘下捧来的果实，一口吞下，滑溜溜，甜溜溜的。
The slimy land of that massiness, you are the mirth that I flutter in corn ground.
那片厚重的泥土地啊，你是玉米地里我飞舞的欢笑。
You resemble the bag of dingdong cat, was full of inside wonderful. You are held in the palm grow long corn stalk, there is orderly jade grain of rice inside, use shiny green big leave carefully again layer upon layer wrap up. The tiger of the white that rousing cheek only accidentally skips went up my the back of hand, frighten so that I am screaming fierce one refuses, crowded lane is worn eye continuously ground is regressive. How does fetch waiting for Jing come down surely, return that land behind again, big fat bug is wriggling body, arduous in your control ground climbs to a bulky corn stalk, awakward appearance is amused so that my chuckle ground laughs.
你像叮当猫的口袋，里面充满了奇妙。你托起长长的玉米秆，里面排列着整齐的玉米粒，又小心地用绿油油的大叶子层层包裹。偶然一只鼓着腮帮子的白色的大虫蹦上了我的手背，吓得我尖叫着猛一个甩手，挤弄着眼睛一个劲儿地后退。等惊魂安定下来，又回到身后的那片土地，大肥虫蠕动着身躯，在你的手心里费力地爬向一只粗大的玉米秆，笨拙的样子逗得我咯咯地笑。
You are the softest land in my memory, the silhouette that you mottled on jumbly autumn wind, old pagoda tree and earthy wall, manage a figure that plays so that often grow behind me, dense all the time move is sweet. No matter go much further, you are in behind me, I won't lose way.
你是我回忆里最柔软的土地，你混杂着秋风、老槐和土墙上斑驳的剪影，经营起我身后拉得老长的身影，一直氤氲着甜蜜。无论走多远，有你在我身后，我不会迷失方向。(文/杨梓玉)