Ideal, with respect to beautiful like floret, it does not grow to go up in even land, and in the canal between cragged hill, want to irrigate with painstaking effort, will help advance somebody's career with effort.
理想，就像一朵美丽的小花，它不长在平坦的土地上，而在崎岖的山间小道里，要用心血来灌溉，用努力来栽培。
My ideal is learn the home when one digit, because I see gauss is the world to make great mathematician of contribution so, let me feel admire, produced the longing when mathematician consequently.
我的理想是当一位数学家，因为我看见高斯这样为世界做出贡献的伟大的数学家，让我感到敬佩，因而产生了当数学家的憧憬。
And mathematician is not to want to become what can become, the effort that needs us to pay persistence and struggle. And me, such also doing.
而数学家不是想当就能当的，需要我们付出执着的努力和奋斗。而我，也是这样做的。
No matter be the night of cold wind howl, still be the midday with boundless heavy rain, or is the early morning that flies violently in heavy snow, you always can see I am by teapoy, static heart is keeping operation. Tired, I open a window constantly, look up at the glaring numerous star in night sky, see a shooting star has flown however, I cross-question myself: You, why to want such desperately?
无论是寒风呼啸的夜晚，还是大雨磅礴的正午，抑或是在大雪纷飞的清晨，你总能看见我在小桌旁，静心写着作业。累了，我时常打开窗子，仰望夜空中闪耀的繁星，却见一颗流星飞过，我便审问自己：你，为什么要这样拼命？
That fine Xia Ye, i, looking at sky, if show,ethereal star is like concealed. Already was midnight time, cloud-kissing dweller building is inky and clinking, only my room is showing faint light.
那个晴朗的夏夜，我，望着星空，天上的星星若隐若现。已是午夜时分，高耸入云的居民楼漆黑无比，只有我的房间闪着微弱的灯光。
I sit down again, continue to doing work. A flying moth has delimited at the moment from me, I can'ted help frightening jump. See flying moth falls on composition lamp only, shut wing slowly, its shadow falls in me to call the edition of full rough draft then.
我又坐下，继续做着作业。一只飞蛾从我眼前划过，我不禁吓了一跳。只见飞蛾落在了作文灯上，慢慢合上了翅膀，它的影子落在了我那打满草稿的本子上。
I never sleep lightly it, it passed flight of a day, also should tired. I continue to keeping operation, knead often knead be ground to get the middle finger that had chrysalis by the pen, continue to be being written.
我不曾惊醒它，它经过了一天的飞行，也应该累了。我继续写着作业，不时地揉揉被笔磨得起了茧的中指，继续写着。
Biting cold wind was blown from the alveolus of screen window, I feel a chill. That cold wind is asking me it seems that: You, should sleep? I think of, I just forward ideal gift steps the first pace, how can lax!
刺骨的寒风从纱窗的小孔里吹了进来，我感到一丝寒意。那寒风似乎在问我：你，是不是该睡了？我想到，我才朝着理想才迈出第一步，怎么能松懈！
Spent quarter again, my head with a buzz makes sound, warning finally to me it seems that. Not! I cannot sleep, I will wash side stage, biting cold water is upsetting my head, eventually I regained consciousness to come over again.
又过了一刻钟，我的脑袋嗡嗡作响，似乎在给我最后的警告。不！我不能睡，我来到了洗面台，刺骨的凉水刺激着我的脑袋，终于我又清醒了过来。
Passed half hours again, I do not hold to eventually, the head is buried in book deeply, and the dream that I cherish a sweetness, was asleep ……
又过了半小时，我终于坚持不住了，脑袋深深地埋在了书本中，而我怀着一个甜蜜的梦想，睡着了……
Teenager worry should take the cloud, for the heart in this cloudlet, I try hard to go after, arrowy annals not change. Now, my mathematical achievement is very outstanding, it is the person above average of class. Ideal is the bright lamp of life, I know very well, mathematician dreams this to meet incentive all the time I from outstanding trend more outstanding.
少年心事当拿云，为了心中这片云，我努力追求，矢志不渝。现在，我的数学成绩十分优秀，是班级的佼佼者。理想是人生的明灯，我深知，数学家这个梦想会一直激励着我从优秀走向更优秀。(文/吴家豪)