Go to along Shi Lu in go, can see grave of a hill, the house on that hillside, it is my birthplace. But now, also search again it seems that do not wear previously the trace of birthplace.
沿着石路往深处走，就能看到一座小山丘，那山坡上的房子，便是我的故乡。可现在，似乎再也寻不着以前故乡的踪迹。
The trace of birthplace, whether to hide the two side in Shi Lu? Shi Lu two side are not close fireweed, go to again right, be one not quite not small corn field. I of the hour write a composition in wayside grass via regular meeting Cong Zhong catchs locust, bind its leg with filament, extremely interesting. But that highway extend, wayside brushwood, also was enclothed by frozen cement, the trace of birthplace, was driven out.
故乡的踪迹，是否躲藏在石路的两侧？石路两侧是不密的杂草，再往右，是一片不大不小的玉米田。小时的我经常会在路旁的草丛中捉蚂蚱，用细丝绑住它的腿，有趣极了。可那公路又扩建了，路旁的草丛，也被冰冷的水泥覆盖了，故乡的踪迹，被驱逐了。
The trace of birthplace, whether dish the vestibule that sits in the house? A not large open space, it is a house at the same time, remain 3 to plant full green plant, time is lofty a few fruiters, stroke became green brushwood, years goes stone to seam in the depict on the ground, come out the Wu Gong of brick. We are moving cany chair to sit in the vestibule via regular meeting previously, bask by day, night sees tiny spot, extremely... tonight night is cloudy however, obscured star, also obscured the trace of birthplace.
故乡的踪迹，是否盘坐在房子的前庭？一片不大的空地，一面是房子，剩下三面种满了绿色的植物，时间高大了几棵果树，拂绿了草丛，岁月在地面上刻画出石缝，褪去了砖块的乌红。以前我们经常会搬着藤椅坐在前庭，白天晒太阳，夜晚看星星，不亦乐乎……今夜的夜晚却乌云密布，遮住了星星，也遮住了故乡的踪迹。
The trace of birthplace, before whether sitting up in the window? A vintage iron desk, the coal fire that rolls heat is below, aglow coal, always deliver warmth to us. Inviting meal already was carried desk, it is the craft with peculiar native place, we talk cheerfully and humourously before the desk, sampling delicate cate... coal fire destroyed suddenly, frozen desktop, aspic went the trace of birthplace.
故乡的踪迹，是否端坐在窗前？一台老式的铁桌，下面是滚热的煤火，通红的煤炭，总是给我们传递温暖。诱人的饭菜已端上桌，都是故乡特有的手艺，我们在桌前谈笑风生，品尝着美味佳肴……煤火突然灭了，冰冷的桌面，冻去了故乡的踪迹。
The trace of birthplace, whether to stand still in the kitchen? The kitchen with a firing argil, burning the hardships of grandmother, brewing appetizing cate, pallet kitchen, however can cooking gives glamour to feed. Hear oil to splash a sound, I can bear down on kitchen, scamper dumpling leaves boiler, tomato patch the union with ghee, it is that aroma as before, some of that birthplace spy tastes, sit on chair, admire setting sun Yu Hui, it is a beautiful thing more... kitchen fire destroyed, smother blindfolded my eye, blindfolded the trace of birthplace.
故乡的踪迹，是否伫立在厨房？一座陶土烧成的灶，燃烧着外婆的艰辛，酝酿着香喷喷的美食，简陋的厨房，却能烹饪出迷人的美食。听到油溅起声音，我便会冲向厨房，炸饺下锅，土豆条与酥油的结合，依旧是那股香气，那股故乡特有的味道，坐在椅上，欣赏落日余晖，多是一件美事……灶火灭了，浓烟蒙住了我的眼睛，蒙住了故乡的踪迹。
The trace of birthplace, whether to return bury to be in the heart of birthplace person? A kind home town word, already annihilate is in all sorts of noise; The birthplace scenery that then your person recollects, be enclothed by all sorts of life pressure place already; Once the birthplace flavour that we are profuse in praise, also be masked by the thick flavour of all sorts of snack; Put even that the idea of a bit return to one's native place only, also be thrown into confusion with all sorts of general affairs by the life of fast rhythm. Birthplace has a lot of youths to come back to develop again, the trace of birthplace, by drive out to the metabolic place of building bazaar from green water green hill.
故乡的踪迹，是否还埋藏在故乡人的心中？一口亲切的家乡话，早已湮灭在各种噪音中；那令人回忆的故乡风景，早已被各种生活压力所覆盖；曾经我们赞不绝口的故乡味，也被各种快餐的浓味掩盖；连那仅存一点回乡的念头，也被快节奏的生活和各种事务打乱。故乡又有很多年轻人回来开发，故乡的踪迹，被从绿水青山到楼房市集的变化所驱逐。
The trace of birthplace, down Shi Lu, glide vestibule, had flown iron desk, had waved kitchen, cross a room, escape a fellow-townsman people atrium, also search again disappear.
故乡的踪迹，顺着石路，滑过前庭，飞过铁桌，飘过厨房，穿过房子，逃出老乡们的心房，再也寻不见。