Halcyon be like a poem, blossom sadly in my flat life.
宁静如诗，在我平淡的生活中悄然绽放。
—— preface
——题记
Numerous Hua Shijin is looked for quiet, weak cloud running water spends this to be born. Fiery trees and silver flowers, bright thes vault of heaven, in my eye, not as good as one crock clear wine, insipid and elegance, do not be like a bundle of lily of the valley, poetic flavour and thin.
繁花似锦觅安宁，淡云流水度此生。火树银花，璀璨苍穹，在我眼中，不及一壶清酒，平淡而又典雅，不若一束铃兰，诗意而又淡薄。
Midwinter season, the cold wind outside the window is brisk, star declines high in the clouds, change snowflake all over the sky; Wind mother-in-law beat has cheek side, windstorm howl. Flying snow all over the sky, boreas is brisk, anger of Wan Requn lion bangs, be like unkennel of flood dragon dragon again, more the claw that just is like blackbear catchs burning on the face ground to ache. Faint light is blown groggily, scattered full ground.
隆冬时节，窗外寒风凛冽，星星跌落云端，化作雪花漫天；风婆鼓起腮帮，就了暴风呼啸。飞雪漫天，朔风凛冽，宛若群狮怒轰，又如蛟龙出洞，更恰似黑熊的爪子抓在脸上火辣辣地疼。昏黄的灯光被吹得摇摇晃晃，撒了满地。
Inside house, I still am fighting with exercise life-and-death. Suddenly, the door is opened by light jog, of maternal to walk gingerly before taking my table, put a cup of hot milk gently on the desk, “ rests meet, want to notice to strike a proper balance between work and rest. ” I nod gently, put down shaft, little smooth with a wet brush of the cup since end readily. The alcohol of milk is sweet like the mother, melting and warm.
屋内，我仍在与作业殊死搏斗。蓦然，房门被轻轻推开，母亲蹑手蹑脚的走到我桌前，轻轻地将一杯热牛奶放在桌上，“歇会吧，要注意劳逸结合。”我轻轻点了点头，放下笔杆，端起杯子小抿一口。牛奶的醇香像母亲一样，甜美而又温暖。
Maternal warmth, insipid in also have a verse.
母亲的温暖，平淡中也有诗。
Wind plays smooth image, broken and long and narrow. Sound of the cicada outside the window is noisy, mood of faze popular feeling, more listen to teacher lecture without idea.
风吹光影，碎而狭长。窗外蝉声聒噪，扰人心绪，更无心思听老师讲课。
After finishing class, my person is silent surface-to-air white operation syares blankly originally. Xiaojiang sees me all over the face spellbound, know I am inscribed then won't write, patient explain for me. Listened to her explain, my suddenly see the light, full marks / beautiful laughs. Time is very small still perhaps in those days, resemble the inverted image with river pendulous in April bottom, also resemble the flying catkins that those follow wind and goes. Our backlighting is standing, look at those young time to fly, fly to a few not famous places.
下课后，我一个人默默地对空白的作业本发呆。小江见我满脸茫然，知道我那一题不会写，就耐心的为我讲解。听了她的讲解，我茅塞顿开，满分/嫣然一笑。那时也许光阴还很轻，像四月河底摇摆不定的倒影，也像那些随风而去的飞絮。我们逆光站着，看着那些年轻的光阴飞翔，飞到一些不知名的地方。
The classmate's help, insipid in also have a verse.
同学的帮助，平淡中也有诗。
Between the costal region that wind crosses high-rise, resemble the Lu Di of blow trill, walk to in new market on, look at each new structure, face, can't help confused hands or feet, random mind. Suddenly, I saw a grandpa. He is wearing the Chinese tunic suit with flaxen a suit, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eye, appear of genteel, shipshape mustache, resembling is field the wheat stalk that just had been reaped. I ask: Grandpa “ hello, I got lost, how does century museum go excuse me? ”“ is not far from here, ” great grandfather pushs glasses “ to go forth all the time, turn right to t-shaped crossing the 6th is. The car on the road is much, it is good to when crossing a street, should take care to nod ”“ , thank you! ” I wave leave.
风穿过高楼的肋间，像吹响颤音的芦笛，行走在陌生的街道上，看着一个个陌生的建筑，面孔，不由得慌了手脚，乱了心神。蓦然，我望见了一个老大爷。他穿着一身淡黄色的中山装，戴着一副金丝眼睛，显得文绉绉的，整整齐齐的胡子，像是田间刚被收割过的麦秆。我问：“爷爷您好，我迷路了，请问世纪博物馆怎么走？”“离这里不远，”老爷爷推了推眼镜“一直往前走，到丁字路口向右转第六家便是了。路上车多，过马路时要小心点”“好的，谢谢您！”我挥手告别。
The enthusiasm of stranger, insipid in also have a verse.
陌生人的热情，平淡中也有诗。
An any bagatelle in life want you only attentive had savoured, be full of happiness.
生命中的任何一件小事只要你细心品味过，都充满幸福。
Life, it is a simple canzonet, a kind of insipid lingering sound. Life is boundless, do not leave a regret to oneself, the way that likes with oneself lives, do the thing that oneself like, if the poem is euqally good,flat life also is met!
人生，就是一曲简单的小调，一种平淡的余音。人生漫漫，不要给自己留下遗憾，以自己喜欢的方式生活，做自己喜欢的事，平淡的生活也会如诗一样美好！(文/刘卓坪)