Poke dusty long already memory, ren Saixu flows among them. What be familiar with then is street, silent wait for in that one quiet ground, wait for me to disentomb, article realize ……
拨开尘封已久的记忆，任思绪流动其中。那熟悉的街道，就静静待在那一片清静之地，待我来发掘、品悟……
The setting sun hangs down on the west, every piece golden sunshine passes through the leaf of refute of full of stains or spots refute, asperse gently in pedestrian foot to issue moral street to, projectile go up in the brook face of the brook other the street, forward and outspread brook reflex goes out fold fold wave light, be like the multicolored canvas that hank spreads out, evil spirit it is good-looking. Go in this beautiful market to, I look at the happening of all these beauty silently, time has delimited commonly like running water ……
夕阳西垂，片片金黄的阳光透过斑斑驳驳的树叶，轻柔地洒在行人脚下道德街道上，投射在街旁小溪的溪面上，向前延伸的小溪反射出叠叠波光，好像一卷展开的斑斓的油画，煞是好看。走在这美丽的街道上，我静静地看着这一切美丽的发生，时间如流水一般划过……
Lively street, ever was me learn up and down everyday surely the road of classics. Go in bustling crowd, peddle sound, cry out sound prep above, incessant Yu Er. Street two side, it is a breakfast inn that catchs. Still remember, previously every morning, transient these breakfast inn, if the master in inn is busying like top. “ comes a piece of sesame seed cake! ”“ comes! ” not a little while, reeky, sending out the fragrance sesame seed cake of the wheat flour that bake is put on my hand composition. Bite, outside crisp in tender, connect a gold, fragrance hover is on my flavour harbour, for a long time does not come loose. Raise a head, it is the master's friendly look. “ how? Delicious not! ”“ hum! Really delicious! Sincere ground answers my ” is puerile fact. The master laughed simple and honestly, laugh You, even that glossy but the sleeve canal of ancient bronze mirror also rose to knit. ……
热闹的街道，曾是我每天上下学的必经之路。走在熙熙攘攘的人群里，叫卖声、吆喝声一声高于一声，不绝于耳。街道两侧，是一家接着一家的早点店。仍记得，以前每天早上，路过这些早点店，店里的师傅如陀螺一样忙碌着。“来一张烧饼！”“来嘞！”不一会儿，热气腾腾、散发着烤小麦粉的香味烧饼便放在了我手作文上。咬一口，外酥里嫩，通层金，香味萦绕在我的味蓄上，久久不散。抬起头，是师傅亲切的目光。“怎么样？好吃不！”“嗯！真好吃！”稚嫩的我实诚地回答。师傅憨厚地笑了，笑得呦，连那油光可鉴的袖管也起了皱。……
Days elapses quickly, those who be like Bai Ju is too unoccupied place; Years replace, develop the memory that cannot talk about an associate with however, what this is familiar with is street, bore the weight of my too much memory. Nowadays, I already promoted a middle school, very few farewell went. But what I am familiar with this is street, familiar sight cuts out Cheng Meili's drawing hides at the heart, hurry off to boundless and indistinct future to also do not fear.
时光荏苒，若白驹之过隙；岁月更替，却冲谈不了一丝过往的记忆，这熟悉的街道，承载了我太多的回忆。如今，我已升入了中学，很少再回去了。但我将这熟悉的街道，熟悉的风景裁剪成美丽的图画藏于心间，奔赴茫茫前程也不害怕。
Of primitive simplicity is halcyon street, looking attentively at alonely over, lonely is brooding not. Who is next meeting, will recall among them story and gift, taste analyse among them exquisite and delicate? It is awaiting silently.
古朴宁静的街道，就在那里孤独地注视着，寂莫地沉思着。下一个会是谁，来回味其中的故事与人情，品析其中的玲珑与精致？它静静地等待着。
Days flakes, the footstep became drunk memory. Abide is worn the familiar footmark when coming is returned, hu Wuceng is absent via good nowhere.
时光剥落，脚步醉了记忆。循着来时熟悉的足迹返回，忽悟曾经美好的无处不在。(文/龚新睿)