I am here all the time, wait for wind to also wait for you. —— preface
我一直在这里，等风也等你。——题记
That summer, want than in former years fuggy a lot of. Noonday sun attacks ruthlessly, the face of bright is unripe ache. The pumpkin other house wore the greenery that go up to arrive again the most flourish when, by a heat wave, blow blow, this is annual summer most the scene of elegant.
那个夏天，比往年都要闷热许多。正午的太阳毫不留情的扑下来，灼的脸生疼。屋旁南瓜架上的绿叶又到了最茂盛的时候，被股股热浪，吹起吹下，这是每年夏天最清雅的景致了。
But, xie Yi of this year of pumpkin is green also arrived when he should go, he should be a soldier, he should fight, he becomes the person that should keep the home to defend a country truly. When I send him, stand below the layer upon layer blue waves that is blown by wind then, the puts only filar silk cool idea in connecting leaf, also be coiled into thin air, I am bringing the child of not full one full year of life, accompanying a mother to look at him to leave us further and further, further and further from pumpkin wearing, the cry of remnant mother and child is incessant Yu Er, I say to want to wait for him to come back with him.
但，这年南瓜叶一绿也就到了他要走的时候了，他要去当兵了，他要去打仗了，他真正成为要保家卫国的人了。我送他时，就站在那被风吹起的层层碧波下，连叶子中的仅存的丝丝凉意，也被卷的无影无踪，我带着未满周岁的孩子，伴着母亲看着他离我们越来越远，离南瓜架越来越远，只剩母亲与孩子的哭声不绝于耳，我跟他说要等他回来。
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I also had forgotten how long, but the pumpkin of insanity of the way corp is growing in memory is worn, be hit by the overcast and rainy that that bewilders a person sad be defeated, be written a composition by that / the heavy snow annihilation that fly violently. Other people home does not know from when to rise to be expected no longer a letter from home is transmitted from distant an alien land, look forward to to see that piece of Zhang Huosheng's unripe face no longer, mother already heart grey meaning is cold, there also is father's figure at all in child heart. But I still obstinate do not surround with other people sit beside ingle, chase after Jian to die fetch, listen to them to recollect associate with.
我也忘记过了多久，但记忆中长势疯狂的南瓜架，被那愁煞人的阴雨打得哀败，被那作文/纷飞的大雪湮没。旁人家不知从何时起不再期盼有家书从遥远的他乡传来，不再盼望见到那一张张活生生的面庞，母亲已心灰意冷，孩子心中也根本没有父亲的形象。但我仍固执的不与旁人围坐在炉火旁，追荐亡魂，听他们回忆过往。
I am willing to defending pumpkin wearing more, doing one branch branch one leaf, I believe I send him to go here, he can be here with my good-bye. Of course, I often also am taking the child to wear next frolicking in pumpkin, saying the thing of his father with him, that is a story about British hero.
我更愿意守着南瓜架，打理着一枝枝一叶叶，我相信我在这里送他走，他会在这里与我再见。当然，我也常常带着孩子在南瓜架下嬉闹，跟他讲着他父亲的事情，那是一个关于大英雄的故事。
It is a year.
又是一年了。
Today is to go up yuan of section, the moon is round, are you not bad? Rustle autumn wind, blow the rustle of branches and tendrils on move wearing to make sound. When going than him cool a lot of.
今天是上元节，月亮圆了，你还好吗？簌簌秋风，吹着架上的枝蔓沙沙作响。比他走的时候凉快了许多。
Ceaseless all the time somebody asks I await hard why. Died fleeting time, random beauty.
一直不断有人问我何必苦苦等待。亡了流年，乱了红颜。
I always can laugh, there is a voice in the heart ceaseless echo, he can come certainly.
我总是会笑笑，心中有个声音不断回响，他一定会来。