He is the bookman of a sainted, a brilliant poet, because of a book be remembered by common people, he is Mr Cao Xueqin.
他是一位德高望重的文人，一位才华横溢的诗人，因一本书而被世人记住，他就是曹雪芹先生。
I do not know former residence of Cao snow Qin really why so pallet, I think those high-end atmospheric are costly is to deserve to go up his. The simple courtyard like the little village that stands in that to be spread with the thing like straw however doorway, look at ” of yellow Xie Cun of the “ on the brand when 3 words, I silent feeling got this happiness and halcyon.
我实在不知道曹雪芹故居为何那么简陋，我认为那些高端大气的奢华是配得上他的。然而站在那个用像稻草一样的东西铺成的小村庄般朴素的院儿门口儿，看着牌子上“黄叶村”三个字时，我静静感受到了这份美好与宁静。
Memorial hall of Cao snow Qin is located in in Beijing arboretum, very beautiful flowers of numerous Hua Shijin is normally in arboretum, but draw near former residence is greenery shady, green with yellow apply colours to a drawing in whole former residence simple, cease with that thick book aroma.
曹雪芹纪念馆位于北京植物园中，植物园里通常是繁花似锦姹紫嫣红的，但临近故居就是绿树成荫了，绿和黄渲染了整个故居中的朴素，和那浓浓的书香气息。
Enter door hollowness, sand fizzles out all around, few and far between a few willow, I carry foot to in go. That is the stone of form of a fan, carving above " red building dream " in golden hill the about with 12 hairpin particular everybody, I see the “ move part of black jade is like ” of weak Liu Fufeng, the “ highly value that sees Bao Chai fragrant appearance ” , saw the “ stubborn ” of explore spring, in the former residence of the person that the sculpture that these very few somebody pay close attention to is being created such lifelike.
进门空旷，四周黄沙，稀疏几棵柳树，我抬脚向里走去。那是一个扇子形的石头，上面雕刻着《红楼梦》中金陵十二钗每个人独有的模样，我看到黛玉的“行动处似弱柳扶风”，看到宝钗的“珍重芳姿”，看到了探春的“倔强”，这些很少有人关注的雕刻在创作者的故居中如此的栩栩如生。
Go to again in go, have a siheyun, I shine at the moment, eye was in surely on couch of a stone that bearing nature that is wiped by black Qi Tu, person that looks up at a sky. If his incorporeal copy already flew into canopy in, go probing the mystery of life, or was to arrive really great void dreamland. I can't help looking at this lifelike Cao Xueqin statuary, the sky went after envisaging him to die, it is carefree life, still continue to write him to was not finished " red Lou Meng " ?
再往里走，有一个四合院儿，我眼前一亮，眼光定在了一个石头长椅上被黑漆涂抹的那个神态自然、仰望天空的人。他的灵魂仿若已飞入苍穹之中，去探查人生的奥秘，又或是真的到了太虚幻境。我不禁看着这栩栩如生的曹雪芹雕像，想像他死后去了天上，是无忧无虑的生活，还是继续编写他没完成的《红楼梦》？
One's previous experience of Qin of Cao composition snow the bureaucratic host family at a hundred years distinguished family. Since great-grandfather, peaceful weaving of 3 acting descendent rivers. Later, because his father gets involve others in a criminal, familial decline, once what children of rich and powerful family tasted life is miserable with pungent. In starting a mournful life that feeds congee, the heart is burning to expect ceaselessly, crazy crazy longing the good world that is born to also cannot be greeted firstly eventually. The ” of “ yellow Xie Cun that my now.. remembered a doorway 3 words, be here probably is simple with hush, comforting him, in tarry of his bottom of the heart that is clear, water of one bark clear.
曹作文雪芹出身于一个百年望族的官僚地主家庭。从曾祖父起，三代世袭江宁织造。后来，他的父亲因受到株连、家族衰败，曾经的豪门子弟尝尽了人生的辛酸与苦痛。在举家食粥的凄然生活中，内心不断燃烧着期盼，痴痴憧憬终其一生也无法迎来的美好世界。我忽而想起了门口的“黄叶村”三个字，或许就是这里的朴素与寂静，安慰着他，在他心底留住了那一抹清，一汪澈水。
I hope the move is statuary on his appearance, he is looking at the outline of the cloud on canopy again, I saw him a little while, probably he looks at vast sky, already had looked hundred years shed the cloud. Look around all around, I feel each dirt sand is so precious unexpectedly, the track that he has stepped is in these sandy soil probably, can I also step by chance above? Probably hundred years before, he resembles such bestride on sculpture be on chair really, head small raise is worn, the eyes sobs, be opposite with the day eye, conceiving " red Lou Meng " paragraphic with content, that look wears outdated air, with hundred years hind oneself statuary look crisscross is worn, coincide. Statuary he what decide case, expression has trifling desolate and regretful, sit over, in yellow Xie Cun, carry the first stroke of a Chinese character, a Chinese ink is lubricious, draw the outline of oneself life, reviewing lifetime, and " red Lou Meng " already passed hundred years.
我望着雕像上他的面目，他又望着苍穹上云彩的轮廓，我看了他一会儿，或许他看着长空，已看过百年流云。环顾四周，我竟觉得每一颗尘沙都如此珍贵，或许这些沙土中是有他踏过的足迹呢，我会不会恰巧也踏在上面？或许百年前，他就真的像雕塑上这样跨坐在椅上，头微扬着，眼神唏嘘，与天对目，构思着《红楼梦》的章节与内容，那目光穿过时空，与百年后自己雕像的目光交错着，又重合了。雕像定格的他，神情有些许落寞和惋惜，坐在那儿，在黄叶村，提起笔，一抹墨色，勾勒出自己的人生，回顾着一生，而《红楼梦》已传了百年。
I become aware greatly regretful, final " red Lou Meng " hind did not circulate 40 times go down, but this one misshapen book, the exploration of incentive however unborn investigator, became on literary history one gigantic make, make finally he not bout of crooked future world, I think, he also can be thanked " red Lou Meng " !
我深觉惋惜，最终《红楼梦》后40回没有流传下去，可这一本残缺的书，却激励着后代研究者的探索，成为了文学史上一本巨作，最终使他不枉来世一回，我想，他也会感谢《红楼梦》吧！(文/高佳琳)