Deciduous leaf waves gently dance, took away once feeling, year answer a year, day after day, I grow gradually, suddenly turn one's head, on the road that grows so I ever dodder along has gone.
落叶轻轻飘舞，带走了曾经的喜怒哀乐，年复一年，日复一日，我逐渐成长，蓦然回首，原来成长的路上我曾跌跌撞撞走过。
Yellow rose is to leave eventually.
黄玫瑰终是开了。
Spring what still do not have there's still time to send a winter completely at nightfall is cold, early morning the my surprizing however yellow rose that sees me help advance somebody's career, became the first spring scenery in flower nursery. Feeling that leaf of puerile softness, I as if heard she is in coldish night, firm and obdurate ground breaks through the clear sound that land gives out. She is graceful in coldish wind, be like fairy descend to the world. Flaxen leaf is waved enchantingingly in wind, telling me this is her all previous is folded via grinding grow, an instant that changes fragrant China.
春还没来得及完全送走冬入夜的冷，清晨我却惊喜的望见我栽培的黄玫瑰，成了花圃中的第一缕春色。触摸着那稚嫩柔软的花瓣，我仿佛听见了她在微冷的夜里，坚强而执拗地冲破土地发出的脆响。她在微冷的风中亭亭玉立，如仙女下凡。淡黄色的花瓣在风中妖娆地舞动，告诉我这是她历经磨折成长，所换来的一瞬芳华。
Look at her, I ask myself, what is growing?
看着她，我问自己，成长是什么？
Days already sadly efface major the memory when, the agitato in leaving a child below mottled lamplight to be in the home only breaks up seeking playing thing, next of “ bang ” be patted so that with a rustle quiver by electric midge, hide in the pule in a corner. From this later, the curiosity to the thing gradually be flooded by fear, became a scar of the bottom of the heart.
时光早已悄然抹去了大部分儿时的记忆，只留下斑驳灯光下的一个小孩在家中兴奋地翻找着玩物，然后“啪”的一声被电蚊拍拍得瑟瑟发抖，躲在一个角落里低声啜泣。自此之后，对事物的好奇心渐渐的被恐惧淹没，成了心底的一道疤。
After elementary school, gradually walked out of once scared. That report midge pats the blare that is like ” of bang of Lei Ban “ , also become no longer so harsh, be flooded by the joyous laugh that fights noisely with the classmate gradually. I walked out of the shadow to sealed thing step by step, those babyish idea in cerebrum, also be replaced by intellectual place slowly. I also won't go again finger of able person composition extends the midge that receive report to pat such hooey.
小学后，渐渐的走出了曾经的恐惧。那声电蚊拍如雷般“啪”的巨响，也变得不再如此刺耳，渐渐被与同学打闹的欢笑声淹没。我一步步走出了对未知事物的阴影，大脑里的那些幼稚想法，也慢慢被知识所代替。我再也不会去干将作文手指伸进电蚊拍这样的傻事了。
The world in the eye is not parental bottom of a trouser leg, in days of a few years, I also walked out of old people mouth step by step medium not sensible. The line of sight crossed humeral head of the mother already, horizon is wider and wider also. In growing, also meet for a few bagatelle, feel wronged and act rashly constantly with parental backchat, and be in frustrated when, always be parents comes out me from painful lira. The extract that these growing is flying in my head thrill through, although the five flavors is miscellaneous old, contain full thick liquid fining jade again.
眼中的世界在不是父母亲的裤脚，在几年的时光中，我也一步步走出了大人们口中的不懂事。视线已然越过了母亲的肩头，眼界也愈来愈广。成长中也会为了一些小事，时常赌气与父母顶嘴，而在失意时，又总是父母把我从痛苦里拉出来。这些成长的片段在我脑中飞速闪过，虽五味杂陈，又盛满琼浆。
Enter junior high school, the mother chose boarding school for me, I began to produce a kind to lose sight of with the home, feel the distance sense that does not wear. From this, the urgent sound of the mother when early morning gets up is contained the whistle of charm is replaced; Bed sheet of a big day of 3 eat is short of the meal of flavour to replace; That once filled Bacchic audio classroom, the classmate that is immersed oneself in to rest slowly, replace with the froufrou that stays below nib. My seem is in the dream, crossed humeral head of father high insensibly however, be intoxicated at childhood that one picture of a beautiful Huan of United States annulus, the mustache that falls nasally, also already sadly erect back. Oh, I am brought up, blossom the look that I want.
步入初中，母亲为我选择了寄宿学校，我开始与家产生了一种看不见，摸不着的距离感。自此，清晨起床时母亲的催促声被带有风韵的口哨声代替；丰盛的一日三餐被单一缺味的饭菜代替；那曾经充满喧闹声音的教室，慢慢被埋头休息的同学，与笔尖下留下的沙沙声代替。我好似在梦里，却不知不觉高过了父亲的肩头，正陶醉于童年那一幅幅美轮美奂的画面，鼻下的胡子，也已悄然挺直了腰板。哦，我在长大，长成我想要的样子。
The road that after-thought once grew so, it is such free and easy, so moving, be gone forever again however. Once junior a happiness in already making a heart, whether can sit below large tree, feeling truncal the vicissitudes of life that go up, the growing —— that remembers oneself go all the way preserves the memory in the heart then will how-to I am forward!
回想原来曾经成长的道路，是如此跌宕，如此动人，却又一去不复返。曾经的年少已成为了心中的一份美好，是否会坐在大树下，摸着树干上的沧桑，想起自己一路走来的成长——那保留内心深处的记忆将指引我向前！(文/潘嘉誉)