Far mixing need not be simple distance nearly, if you consider in case, far mixing also can be scene of zephyr of a kind of memory nearly. Time is far, the picture that memory can go in those however returns in your brain.
远和近可以不是简单的距离，假若你想的话，远和近亦可以是一种回忆和风景。时间远了，记忆却可以在那些过去的画面重现在你脑海。
I 7 years old. Sit in the classroom, my left and right sides has my associate, my around has my fellow student, my teacher stands straight on dais, high domain is in her hair on the head, arm jiggle, ringing organ comes out from the hair end her throat, listening to that is we sing in loud, sing the song with grown consider.
7岁的我。坐在教室里，我的左右有我的伙伴，我的前后有我的同学，我的老师笔直地站在讲台上，她的头发高高地盘在头上，手臂轻摇，清脆的嗓音从她的喉咙底发出来，听那是我们在高声地唱歌，唱着想长大的歌。
I 12 years old. The orderly before table in the classroom, be become to control two by the platoon, among pavilion in front of is commissioner banquet, what draw on blackboard is the picture of make public, hanging chromatic balloon. I, with my companion, singing our song to those 5 judge, return a little puerile our sound, it is so good to can blend however so. That is we are being sung, singing our dream.
12岁的我。教室里原来整齐的桌子，被排成左右两排，观众席中间正前排是评委席，黑板上画的是张扬的画，挂着彩色的气球。我呢，和我的同伴，正对着那五位评判唱着我们的歌，还有些稚嫩的我们的声音，原来却可以配合得这样好。那是我们在唱，唱着我们的梦想。
I 17 years old. Bright light, flashy became darkness however, be power cut so, whole class an in an uproar, and the dais that did not have lamplight is our best arena however. Yes, we are singing a song, singing those green sadness, calling memory, sing the dribs and drabs of those associate with.
17岁的我。明亮的灯光，一瞬间却变成了黑暗，原来是停电了，全班一阵哗然，而没有了灯光的讲台却是我们最好的舞台。是的，我们唱着歌，唱着青春的那些伤感，唱着回忆，唱那些过往的点点滴滴。
Time is passing, be indifferent to is close or it is far, of far composition is close, close also is far, because of me 7 years old, I 12 years old, I what arrive 17 years old all the time, those pictures as before such clarity. The scenery is close, far, but he still is however over there, because the heart also is over there.
时间流逝着，无所谓是近或是远，远作文的是近的，近的亦是远的，因为7岁的我，12岁的我，一直到17岁的我，那些画面依旧如此清晰。风景近了，又远了，可他却依然在那里，因为心也在那里。
My elementary school does not calculate costly, also do not calculate dilapidated, no matter wind is blown,still be insolation, she is located over as before. Once, I am very close from her very close, arrive nearly can hear her faint breath; Nowadays, although we are lying between so distant distance, my affection still is however over there. The picture that those be laughing and playing fight noisely, that one pale green meadow, that one clear pond, how may be these memory cast from the heart?
我的小学不算奢华，也不算破败，不管风吹还是日晒，她依旧坐落在那里。曾经，我是离她很近很近，近到可以听到她微弱的呼吸；如今，即使我们隔着如此遥远的距离，我的情却依然在那里。那些嬉笑打闹的画面，那一片嫩绿的草地，那一块清澈的池塘，这些记忆怎么可能从心里抛掉？
My junior high school also does not have much club, she also falls in that hill as before, wind of all previous classics blows rain to hit, and rise momently then from what I walk out of her, I know, my affection, my memory still stays over. She is very far from me, however very close, at least once those runway that countless night had run, still shaking up to now my heart.
我的初中也没有多棒，她也依旧在那座山下，历经风吹雨打，而从我走出她的那一刻起，我就知道，我的情，我的回忆还留在那里。她离我很远，却又很近，至少曾经无数个夜晚跑过的那些跑道，至今依然震撼着我的心灵。
The distance became far or close, the scenery is in as before however, farthermost can be recently, the closest also may be farthermost, because of my elementary school and junior high school, still be over there.
距离远了或近了，风景却依旧在，最远的可以是最近的，最近的也可能是最远的，因为我的小学和初中，依然在那里。
Far and close, ought not to be measured probably, you consider in case, far can become close, close Yi Ke becomes far.
远和近，或许不该被衡量，假若你想，远的可以成为近的，近的亦可变成远的。(文/李小迎)