Childhood resembling is a rainbow, colourful; Resemble a lollipop again, sweet; More resemble a sun, sending out happy ray. And my childhood is bleak without light, resemble the cloudy day before cloudburst, of dusky.
童年像是一道彩虹，五彩缤纷；又像一根棒棒糖，甜甜的；更像一个太阳，散发着幸福的光芒。而我的童年则是黯淡无光，像倾盆大雨之前的阴天，灰蒙蒙的。
Today, I come cheerly to China Zuo , hear the teacher is flying upwards in expression the ground is sharing his happy childhood, the affection of the envy in my heart arises spontaneously.
今天，我兴高采烈地来到华釆，听见老师正在神采飞扬地分享着自己幸福的童年，我心里的羡慕之情油然而生。
Childhood much appearance of the teacher is colorful, or it is to classes are over come home, ride be in like a hill on bovine body, in afield free from restraint the ground takes a walk; Or it is the summer vacation in burning sun sorching, cast off the devil's talons of exercise completely, jump into clear the brook that sees an end, play in icy clear water a few hours, with duck group play, with the fish swim, the trouble of study casts beyond the highest heavens immediately; Full marks / or it is ” of shotgun of “ of on the back a few lever, in in the still of night when, taking electric torch, the ground comes quiet silence to the field of stretch to the horizon, aim at field mice, of “ phut ” , the resound in field wears blast joyous sound laughs language.
老师的童年多姿多彩，或是放学回家，骑在一头小山似的牛身上，在田野里悠哉悠哉地散步；或是在烈日炎炎的暑假，完全摆脱作业的魔爪，跳进清澈见底的小溪，在冰凉的清水里玩上几个小时，与鸭群嬉戏，跟鱼儿游泳，学习的烦恼顿时抛到九霄云外；满分/或是背上几杆“猎枪”，在夜深人静之时，拿着手电筒，悄无声息地来到一望无际的田野，瞄准田鼠，“砰”的一声，田野里回荡着一阵阵欢声笑语。
And my childhood, it is bored. Classes are over, those who receive me is accumulation mountainous exercise, resemble Mount Everest same, the English of cudgel one's brains for making a person, be hard to go up the maths of blue sky, the …… of composition main forces that still has unwilling give the impression of weakness calculated these to be finished, still one pile nag is in by the side of ear resound: Was “ diary written? Does ”“ write dozen got stuck? Was ”“ word carried on the back? ”……
而我的童年，则是无趣的。放学，迎接我的是堆积如山的作业，就像珠穆朗玛峰一样，令人绞尽脑汁的英语，难于上青天的数学，还有不甘示弱的作文大军……就算这些都完成了，还有一大堆唠叨在耳边回荡：“日记写了吗？”“写字打卡了吗？”“单词背了吗？”……
Nevertheless, although the childhood of my childhood and teacher is having great difference, when the pain that can become me gives results get one's own back, I also have my plenitude, joy!
不过，虽然我的童年和老师的童年有着天壤之别，可当我的辛苦付出收获回报时，我也有我的充实、快乐！(文/陈泽铖)