8 years old before, my whats are afraid of, be afraid of insect, be afraid of mice, be afraid of small, negligible mischief, more be afraid of nocturnal road...
8岁以前，我什么都怕，怕虫子，怕老鼠，怕一个小小的，微不足道的恶作剧，更怕走夜路……
A day, the Yu Hui of the setting sun comes loose full the way home, classmates fly school gate of rush out of, the soul takes a body to fly to distance, only I raise my head and look alone the arrival that is expecting mom. But, one minute... 5 compositions minute... went 20 minutes, still do not see mom's figure, I in cold wind already was empty stomach rumble, I wait really not urgent, be inferior to at this point the first pace that the opportunity steps an independence -- oneself come home!
一日，夕阳的余晖散满回家的路，同学们飞奔出校门，灵魂带躯体飞向了远方，只有我独自一人翘首期盼着妈妈的到来。可是，一分钟……五分钟……二十分钟过去了，还不见妈妈的身影，寒风中的我已是饥肠辘辘，我实在等不急了，不如就此机会迈出独立的第一步——自己回家吧！
Just stepped a school gate, I give the birdie of freedom of prisoner's cage recovery as rushing, the air all round the feeling becomes faint scent rises. I hum move ditty, stepping lively pace, look east, on the west look, the heart thinks: Always be the move that be dragged by mom goes hurriedly at ordinary times, be too busy to admire this to classes are over the beautiful scenery on the road: The Gong Xia horizon, homing bird, the butcher of cry out, everything is so good. Time passes insensibly, wait for me to had answered a god to discover the sky seemed to be pulled by piquant baby however black heavy curtain...
刚踏出校门，我就如同冲出囚笼重获自由的小鸟，感觉周围的空气都变得清香起来。我哼着小曲儿，迈着轻快的步伐，东看看，西瞧瞧，心想：平时总是被妈妈拽着急匆匆地走，都无暇欣赏这放学路上美丽的风景：天边的红霞，归巢的鸟儿，吆喝的小贩，一切都那么美好。时间不知不觉地流逝，待我回过神来却发现天空好像被调皮的娃娃拉上了黑色的帷幕……
I sing a song in a low voice, what the whole body spreads like fire then in wanting to cover a heart is scared, can emerge suddenly at the moment a bloodcurdling one act: The child that pace of goose-step of a hellion forces to Na Se a twenty-five-stringed plucked instrument quivers... I what fear always feel to only catastrophic flyer circles in the sky, be bungled possibly on my body at any time. Double leg resembles fill like lead, cannot move, I am struggling, hearten, stepped one pace forth, what can receive me is endless darkness...
我小声地唱起歌来，想掩盖住心中那像火似的蔓延全身的恐惧，可眼前突然浮现出恐怖的一幕：一个坏人正步步逼向那瑟瑟发抖的小孩……害怕的我总觉得有只灾难飞鸟在天空盘旋，随时可能砸在我身上。双腿像灌了铅似的，无法挪动，我挣扎着，鼓起勇气，往前迈了一步，可迎接我的则是无尽的黑暗……
Never detect the way home is so long, road both sides that screwy withered tree, asing if is a monster, extending the hand like that skeleton, toward me fleer is worn. I shrink not self-consciously neck, establish a collar, feel the hedgehog that danger will come like, crouch into posse. Everything all round ases if to want to gobble up me, the doomsday that today is me? Is this ghost cereal? I guess oneself the facial affirmation at that time is pale like A4 paper, systemic blood is boiling rise, the heart ases if like wanting to fly, bump in disorder in chest...
从未发觉回家的路如此漫长，路两旁那扭曲的枯树，仿佛是一只只妖怪，伸着那骷髅一样的手，朝我狞笑着。我不自觉地缩了缩脖子，立起衣领，像一只感觉危险将要来临的刺猬，蜷缩成了一团。周围的一切仿佛都要把我吞噬掉，难道今天就是我的末日？这是鬼谷么？我猜想自己当时的脸肯定像A4纸一样煞白，全身的血液都沸腾起来，心仿佛要飞出来一样在胸膛里乱撞……
Suddenly, a familiar sound rings in my side side: Forward make a move, again make a move, you leave a success close one pace! This is a word that mom often says to me at ordinary times. Although feel the whole body overgrow gooseflesh, cerebral door also soak sweat, but I am restraining myself hard, forward move is worn heavy and sturdy pace, one pace, two paces... when my toughen one's scalp-brace oneself, clench one's fist, when taking village corner, a familiar form appears in me at the moment, mom, it is mom! She holds in arms I, my tear seizes the socket of eye and go out, have in that tear a moment ago fear, scared, have more at the moment warm, set one's mind at.
忽然，一个熟悉的声音在我耳边响起：向前走一步，再走一步，你就离成功又近了一步！这是妈妈平时常对我说的一句话。虽然感到全身都长满了鸡皮疙瘩，脑门也浸出了汗水，但我努力克制着自己，向前挪动着沉重而又坚定的步伐，一步，两步……当我硬着头皮，攥紧拳头，走到小区拐角时，一个熟悉的身影出现在我眼前，妈妈，是妈妈！她一把抱住我，我的泪水夺眶而出，那泪水里有刚才的害怕，恐惧，更有此刻的温暖，安心。
The road of ahead is confused, but the road below the foot is true. Have a work steadily only, step on difficulty below the foot to march ahead, just won't make you disappointed. Place of mom of no less than says: "Forward make a move, again make a move, you took one step again from the success. You took one step again from the success..
前方的路是迷茫的，但脚下的路是真实的。只有一步一个脚印，把困难踩在脚下朝前走，才不会让你失望的。正如妈妈所说：“向前走一步，再走一步，你就离成功又进了一步。”