All mothers on the world, it is an elephant salt is same, guileless and indispensable, it can infiltration soul, act well stealthily. When this midautumn comes, I think I should be full of appreciative sentiment to embrace my mom.
世界上所有的母亲，都是象盐一样，朴实而不可缺少的，它能渗入灵魂，悄悄地起作用。在这仲秋来临之际，我想我应该满怀感激之情拥抱一下我的妈妈。
All father on the world, resemble mountain same, stand still dolefully between heaven and earth, they maintain a scope of operation, be blown to grind by wind, be without complaint, I want to hold the hand that father is a callosity completely, hit a bottom with him next.
世界上所有的父亲，都象山一样，寂寞地伫立于天地之间，他们撑起天地，被风吹磨，毫无怨言，我想握一下爸爸满是老茧的手，然后和他击掌。
The home is to make the person sets his mind at and dread most, stay most even but the place that also wants to break away from most, but I love my home. Fall ill sometimes lie on the bed, lunch time, as the mother busy setting chaos thinks. The land with fecund home town is alimentary the vegetable with delicate big and fleshy, they are having thick dish part of a historical period, clean and tender bine, sneer of delighted noise made in coughing or vomiting of sneer of cry “ noise made in coughing or vomiting is given out below maternal knife they sing ” a song. Fresh and tender vegetable becomes in maternal hand sweet-scented delicate, they are boiled by pot boil, —— coming in the bowl that meets me immediately is a quite big bowl then. Then whole I what be tormented by ailment in the morning, as the form with busy mother, enter next dream.
家是最令人安心而畏惧，最留连但也最想脱离的地方，可是我爱我的家。有时生病躺在床上，午饭时分，随着母亲忙碌的背景乱想。家乡肥沃的土地滋养了肥硕美味的蔬菜，它们有着厚实的菜叶，干净而嫩的茎，在母亲的刀下发出欢愉的叫喊“喀嗤喀嗤”他们唱起歌。鲜嫩的蔬菜在母亲手中变成香郁的美味，它们被锅子烹煮，马上就会到我的碗里来——那是一只够大的碗。于是整个上午被病痛折磨的我，随着母亲忙碌的身影，步入下一个梦。
On the land of home town, standing a tall man that fosters me ten years, that is my father, if this is summer, he comes home from cropland when, there can be a watermelon that lures composition person in the hand, resemble a hero returning in triumph euqally, before dinner begins, he raises a hand to knock watermelon, I and little brother can resemble two nose fishlike smell cat, wait in desk edge, father raises a hand, beat that watermelon forcibly, next of “ Ka ” , juice is splashed come out, sweet pure and fresh breath diffuses in air, father cuts below one, hand I: “ goes mom. I hold ” in both hands remove that fast watermelon, move toward the mom that busying in the kitchen, use every time show clutch falls a bit, put in the mouth, just give mother, run to take to send out again the melon of intoxicate breath, bite off. Then whole summer, there is watermelon in oral cavity that is a little sweet very pure and fresh breath.
家乡的土地上，站立着一个养育我十几年的高大男人，那是我的父亲，如果这是夏天，他从田里回家时，手里就会提着一个诱作文人的西瓜，像个英雄一样凯旋归来，在晚饭开始之前，他抬起手敲一下西瓜，我和弟弟就会像两只嗅到鱼腥味儿的猫，等在桌边，父亲抬起手，用力敲打那只西瓜，然后“咔”的一声，汁水便溅出来，甜甜地清新的气息弥漫在空气中，父亲切下一块，递给我：“去给妈妈。”我捧起那快西瓜，走向正在厨房忙碌的妈妈，每次都用指掐下一点，放在嘴里，才给妈妈，跑回去再拿起一块散发醉人气息的瓜，啃下去。于是整个夏天，口腔里都弥漫着西瓜那有些甜又很清新的气息。
Big half a lifetime of parents is used with land contact with, struggle in loess. Their finger, face, still have sole, be caught gradually land that peculiar yellow black color. Their pupil, in sight to me, when visitting the little brother to me, was full of the hope of endless love and heavy. A lot of people escape this eyes, but I never, I know that is what kind of hope, I also understand why because I love them,they have such hope for —— .
父母的大半生用来与土地打交道，在黄土中奋斗。他们的手指、脸，还有脚底，都渐渐被染上土地那特有的黄黑色彩。他们的眸子，在望向我，望向我的弟弟时，充满了无尽的爱和沉甸甸的希望。很多人都逃避这眼神，但我从来没有，我懂那是怎样的希望，我也明白他们为什么有这样的希冀——因为我爱他们。
I did not come to more strong trend, for them, for oneself. Because love,this is, because love,light is bestrewed on prospective road.
我将更加有力的走向未来，为他们，为自己。这都是因为爱，因为爱未来的路上布满光明。(文/张惠)