Childhood, as a ballad, from time to time is high, from time to time is grave; Childhood if with box of a condiment, joys and sorrows of life amid; Childhood is chest of a 100 treasure, there always is a secret in box; Childhood is a sky that covers tiny spot, star is shifty-eyed wait for you to play play hide-and-seek... I say, childhood is pen of a color, as the addition of the age, colour also becomes more -- resemble, I also am met vexed, happy, sadness...
童年，如同一首歌谣，时而高昂，时而低沉；童年如同一个调料盒，酸甜苦辣都在其中；童年是一个百宝箱，箱中总收藏着秘密；童年是一片布满星星的天空，星星躲躲闪闪等你来玩捉迷藏……我说，童年是一盒彩色笔，随着年龄的增加，色彩也变得更多了——就像，我也会烦恼、欢乐、悲伤…
When 5 grade, I come to a very new place, there although big, but everybody is not known, mutual at the beginning inhospitality, this should burning hot summer, and right now my heart blows however a cold wind. That is I come for the first time boarding school, I very fear, heart as the full marks like gray / dim without light. I want to use passion of melt into of the colour on the paintbrush unfamiliar besmear this more. If I am in the sky, I must catch green earth with that bright-coloured color, catch blue sky sky, obliterate black clouds, draw a golden sun, but this is wishful thinking, a powerful and unconstrained style of myself stopped.
五年级时，我来到一个十分陌生的地方，那儿虽然大，但每个人都不认识，一开始都相互冷漠，本应该炎热的夏天，而此时我的心却吹来一阵阵寒风。那是我第一次来寄宿学校，我很害怕，心如同灰色般满分/暗淡无光。我多想用画笔将这的陌生涂上色彩化为热情。如果我在天上，我一定要用那鲜艳的彩色染绿大地，染蓝天空，把乌云擦去，画上一个金灿灿的太阳，可这都是痴心妄想，我自己的天马行空罢了。
I find classes or grades in school, leave with father mother, walk into a classroom, looked for a position silently to sit down, take textbook to pretend to recite, be opposite in order to conceal oneself in the heart sealed fluster. The classroom is very quiet, the classmate on the side of me already idle does not live, look for me to remove a day to come a little. We made self introduction severally, begin to be just as acquaintance to with a chirp rise in that... and the colour that this also broke my psychology dusky, let me see a the silky luster of mercerized cotton fabrics is bright.
我找到班级，与爸爸妈妈告别，走进教室，默默地找了个位置坐下，拿起课本假装背诵，以掩饰自己心里对未知的慌乱。教室十分安静，我旁边的同学早已闲不住，找我聊起天来。我们各自做了自我介绍，便开始犹如熟人在那叽叽喳喳起来……而这也打破了我心理灰蒙蒙的色彩，让我见到了一丝丝光亮。
Now, I made a lot of interesting friends, also do not fear again alone, my heart becomes the red that is like fire enthusiasticly from gray, what the sky supports is black clouds no longer, however a small sun, this sun is warm my heart, warm also everybody's heart, here also is cool no longer, be full of joyous sound to laugh everyday however language. I already as shirt-sleeve as class, no longer alone.
现在，我交了许多有意思的朋友，再也不害怕孤独，我的心从灰色变成热情似火的红色，天上顶的不再是乌云，而是一个小太阳，这个太阳温暖了我的心，也温暖了大家的心，这里也不再是冷淡，而是每天充满欢声笑语。我已经与班级融合，不再孤身一人。
This is the childhood of my multicoloured, a paragraph of from time to time is alone, sadness of from time to time, from time to time is vexed, and the easy life of a small family that is like fire language of Chang Huansheng laugh, enthusiasticly, and it is just as a bright smiling face prep against again me. Look at all these, I think, I was brought up.
这是我五颜六色的童年，一段时而孤独，时而悲伤，时而烦恼，而又常欢声笑语、热情似火的小日子，而它又犹如一个灿烂的笑脸迎着我。看着这一切，我认为，我长大了。(文/马雅乐)