Someone says, touching is a bright lamp, enlightened the darkness in the heart; Someone says, touching is a boat, take you to walk out of acedia ocean; Someone says, touching is a cup of hot cocoa, warm your body and mind. And I say, touch, it is face of a bowl of clear water actually, guileless, but can let you weep however.
有人说，感动是一盏明灯，照亮了心中的黑暗；有人说，感动是一只小船，带你走出绝望的海洋；有人说，感动是一杯热可可，温暖你的身心。而我说，感动，其实就是一碗清水面，朴实，但却能让你落泪。
That perhaps is some year winter, I did not resemble birdie skipping to go euqally in that way as one used to do together. My close lightly is worn the mouth, low head, like seeming to be pinned by what thing, went.
那也许是某一年的一个冬天，我没有同往常那样像小鸟一样蹦跳着走进来。我抿着嘴，低着头，好像被什么东西压住一样走了进来。
I am hiding in my bedroom, tear is in orbit revolve, but do not fall down namely, outside the door, the grandma is listening that sweetness is sweet, can resemble eating the rhizome of Chinese goldthread however in my heart general and agonized.
我到我的卧室里藏着，泪水在眼眶中打转，可是就是不落下来，门外，奶奶听着那首甜蜜蜜，可我心中却像吃了黄连一般苦涩。
Father came, he gently open the door, light tone and ask afraidly: “ Su Su, how? My … my … does not have thing ……” add in my dialect miscellaneous one cries antrum. How may “ do not have a thing? He says ” , “ cried! Have what thing, say together with me, I also give way together with you! I return ” is to crying, nevertheless sound seemed to be heard by him, he is urgent, say: “ does not cry! Do not cry! I, do I tell a story to you? My cry jumps over ” the composition will jump over big, he does not have method, sit in the head of a bed, gently pat the shoulder that pats me, light cries also is not method, come, have nothing to do. ” my effort stanch cry, say with him: I mix “ , I and my friend quarrelled, she, she still says, I also was on bad terms to play …… to toot again after still saying, father, father, how should I do?
爸爸来了，他轻轻的把门打开，轻声而又担心地问：“苏苏，怎么了？我…我…没事……”我的语调里加杂了一丝哭腔。“怎么可能没事？”他说，“都哭了呢！有什么事儿，和我一起说说，我也和你一起来出法子！”我还是在哭，不过声音好像被他听见了，他急了，说：“别哭！别哭！我，我给你讲个故事吧？”我的哭声越作文来越大，他没办法了，坐在床头，轻轻的拍拍我的肩，光哭也不是办法呀，来，没事儿啊。”我努力止住了哭声，跟他说：“我和，我和我的朋友吵架了，她，她还说，还说以后再也不和我玩了……呜呜呜，爸爸，爸爸，我该怎么办？
Father anger, say: “ this whose home girl, do not have courtesy so! Do not have a thing, do not play with us with us! Does ”“ otherwise have a meal? I ask ” , us two laugh at the same time.
爸爸怒了，说：“这谁家丫头，这么没礼貌！没事，不跟咱玩就不跟咱玩！”“要不吃饭吗？”我问，我们俩同时一笑。
Father went kitchen, took the clear water of two bowls of warm, I just took a bowl to plan to begin to eat on the bed, by father example: How can “ eat on the bed? I listened, so I jumped suddenly from the bed, the noodle in thinking of a hand jumped from inside my hand accordingly however, asperse on the ground, I am stupefied was in on the bed, two opening absently. Father however slowly crouched to pick up ceramics, still can be much on the hand the mark of a few Gong Gong, that is the fork that to me “ draws ” to go up.
爸爸去了厨房，拿了两碗热乎乎的清水面，我刚拿起了一碗在床上打算开始吃，就被爸爸训了：“怎么能在床上吃？我听了，所以我就从床上猛地跳了下来，没想到手中的面条却因此从我手中跳了出去，洒在了地上，我愣在了床上，两眼茫然的睁着。爸爸却慢慢的蹲下来把瓷片拾了起来，可手上还是多了几道红红的印子，那是给我“画”上的叉。
I ate that bowl of noodle that father makes to me later, I cried again.
后来我吃到了爸爸给我做的那碗面条，我又哭了。
Tear and I am same nevertheless, touch.
不过泪水和我一样，都是感动的。(文/咸鱼王)