"The flower has reopen day, the person is not had again teenager. " arrived in the winter, did the flower wither to return meeting reopen?
“花有重开日，人无再少年。”冬天到了，花谢了还会再开吗？
Anacreontic afternoon, I just returned the home, see lovely little little sister is hearing mom topic of the speech. To do not disturb them, my to follow writes a composition ground of foot of hand to follow got on a building, sat on the chair to rest at a heat. After-thought rises just occasion, the emerge in large numbers in brain goes out dusty long already memory.
一个明朗的下午，我刚回到家，便看到可爱的小妹妹正在听妈妈讲题。为了不打扰她们，我蹑手蹑脚地上了楼，坐在椅子上歇了一口气。回想起刚刚的场面，脑海里涌现出尘封已久的记忆。
"Come back? Fast come over to teach your daughter maths, I went cooking... " mother side walks along an edge to say to the father that just took the door, "Go all right, I will teach my baby the daughter. " father is laughing to answer. He swept the exercise on my desk first, face me what have 3 years old only to say: "This number, I teach you first, etc meeting you are written with respect to oneself, brushstroke brushstroke is written go continuously. " father says. "Good. " then, father just took a pen, the Xi before changing is breathed out optional, become serious gravity rises. He is holding my hand, will " 4 " this number was written a few times, next I was written with respect to oneself. Father sees I write later say: "I teach you a few times again. " after can teaching, still write badly to look. Relapsed a few times, plus the face of father gravity, I was frightened to cry unexpectedly.
“回来啦？快过来教你女儿数学，我去煮饭了……”妈妈边走边对着刚进门的爸爸说，“行行行，我来教我的宝贝女儿。”爸爸笑着答道。他先扫了一眼我桌上的作业，面对只有三岁的我说：“这个数字，我先教你一遍，等会儿你就自己写，一笔一画写直就行。”爸爸说。“好。”接着，爸爸刚拿上笔，一改之前的嘻哈随意，变得认真严肃起来。他握着我的手，将“4”这个数字写了几遍，然后我就自己写了。爸爸看到我写的之后说：“我再教你几遍。”可教了之后还是写得不好看。反复了几次，再加上爸爸严肃的脸，我竟被吓哭了。
After 7 pass, although father became old, but that solemn face never is changed as before. This, those who teach me is solution equation. "We see this problem, you set the unknown number of this problem first come out, find out posture again, finally again disappear yuan went. " father says. "Hum. " ground of my cowardly cowardly answers. Father is looking attentively at the word that I write all the time. The eyes that I see him with Yu Guang as can committing murder, add the shade of childhood, I am being written writing, sneaking tear flowed again. And father should not see same, continue to staring at me, of as if nothing happened say: "Won't, irrespective, my retell. " " but me, I or won't. " the idea that I suppress consider to cry as far as possible, father severity, patient ground explains rise.
7年过后，爸爸虽然老了，但那严肃的脸依旧从未改变。这一次，教我的是解方程。“我们看看这道题，你先把这道题的未知数设出来，再找出式子，最后再消元就行了。”爸爸说。“嗯。”我怯怯地答道。爸爸一直在注视着我写的字。我用余光看到他的眼神如同能杀人，加上童年的阴影，我写着写着，不争气的眼泪又流了下来。而爸爸则当没看见一样，继续盯着我，若无其事的说：“不会，没关系，我再讲。”“可我，我还是不会。”我尽量压着想哭的念头，爸爸又严厉、耐心地讲解起来。
Now, father works outerly all the year round, , I translated the photograph when he is young in the home. Handsome face, the heroic spirit eyes between forehead, the look that looks more than 20 years old. And when seeing father mother make video telephone call secretly yesterday, be used to live by years on father's face this perverses sharp gave a path drape, he is old, black also. Hearing a telephone call that father calls me, I am faltering however, before dare not going up.
现在，爸爸常年在外地工作，一次，我在家中翻到了他年轻时的照片。帅气的脸，眉宇间的英气眼神，看上去二十多岁的样子。而昨天偷偷看爸爸妈妈打视频电话时，爸爸的脸上被岁月用生活这把利刃剌出了一道道褶皱，他老了，也黑了。听着电话那头爸爸叫我，我却支吾着，不敢上前。
After ring off, I have a bit to regret, regret to did not go up to follow father say a few words more in video word, when regretting to did not come home in him, accompany him more. The uneasiness when I present understand father gives me topic of the speech comforts me, it is to let me know crying is otiose. Father loves to be like hill, also be silent, often go when him only probably, I just can know father's love truly.
挂断电话后，我有一点后悔，后悔没在视频上多跟爸爸说几句话，后悔没在他回家的时候，多陪他。现在的我明白爸爸给我讲题时不安慰我，是为了让我知道哭是没有用的。父爱如山，也是沉默的，或许只有当他老去，我才能真正懂得父亲的爱。
Does the flower return meeting reopen? Return meeting reopen, but once days can you come back?
花还会再开吗？还会再开，但曾经的时光能回来吗？