My home town guileless and lively, there is old lane over there, have lively street, still have capacious open country, but the brook that what I like most still is that nobody attention.
我的家乡朴实而热闹，那里有古老的小巷，有热闹的街道，还有广阔的田野，可我最喜欢的还是那条没人注意的小溪。
As a child, that brook is ” of associate of my dutiful “ . Summer, I always like smooth bound feet to-and-fro on smooth cobble, the brook flow that makes Na Bing cool crosses my instep, bring cool and refreshing and comfortable sense.
从小，那条小溪就是我忠实的“伙伴”。夏天，我总喜欢光着小脚在光滑的鹅卵石上走来走去，让那冰凉的溪水流过我的脚背，带来清凉舒服的感觉。
Sometimes, I also can sit on the big stone of brook edge silently, bubble of will double foot drinks brook water in, touch gently in gentle breeze below, admiring the scenery all round. Look common dull at ordinary times everything, if observe carefully, discover beautiful scenery is not little also: Your look, on the sky of baby blue, a few Bai Yun take a walk comfortably leisurely, full marks / greenery of a platoon resembles standing like the soldier, green grass is admired in gentle breeze had a head, opening bright eye, the stone on the ground is palm red unexpectedly. I mount a bank, choosing scree carefully, my pocket always is replete cobble.
有时，我也会静静地坐在溪边的大石头上，将双脚泡进溪水里，在微风轻轻地抚摸下，欣赏着周围的风景。平时看上去平常无味的一切，若仔细观察，发现美丽的景物也不少：你瞧，淡蓝色的天空上，几朵白云悠闲自在地散步，满分/一排排绿树像军人般站立着，青草在微风中仰起了头，睁着亮眼睛，地上的石头竟是棕红色的。我爬上岸，仔细挑选着小石子，我的口袋总是装满了石子。
I like to catch small fish most. When catch a fish, I bend down the body, extend a hand to catching greasy small fish lubberly, it is empty-handed almost and return, who makes those small fish too alert? Did not wait for me to capture, they are early You Yuan, even if now and then captured, they also can jump to jump in my hand, the result skips again come back in brook, in brook water they always are so happy.
我最喜欢去溪边抓小鱼。去抓鱼时，我把身子弯下来，伸出手笨拙地抓着滑溜溜的小鱼，几乎都是空手而归，谁让那些小鱼太机警了呢？没等我抓住，它们早游远了，就算偶尔抓住了，它们也会在我手里跳来跳去，结果又蹦回来小溪里，在溪水里它们总是那么快活。
Now, I miss that brook that is full of my childhood memory as before, in that, stockpile my too much dream ……
现在，我依旧想念那条充满我童年记忆的小溪，在那，积存了我太多的梦……(文/佚名)