Slight native writings paper, thick Mo Yun, elegant character, feelings of be contaminated this world; Leisurely years, wave in the wind tea is sweet, chic cup small cup, fill full Shi Yangfang China; Yun Danfeng is light, hold tea in both hands to taste civil, clever note, chant warmth warm language; Month of spring flower autumn, human society crisscross footpaths between fields, put the feeling that fly, had overflowed the four seasons cantabile. Read a good book, taste a green tea, hear news of a musical instrument, pick up a mood, finger tip is beaten gently, shake fell days fly ash. Mist comes loose, the dream wakes, I see eventually true, that is the dreariness that 1000 sail use up too. Elegance and talent is to point to quicksand, aged it is a paragraph of time. Nocturnal rain catchs green jade of water of all day long, gu frost dip gets wild goose to return.
淡淡素笺，浓浓墨韵，典雅的文字，浸染尘世情怀；悠悠岁月，袅袅茶香，别致的杯盏，盛满诗样芳华；云淡风轻，捧茗品文，灵动的音符，吟唱温馨暖语；春花秋月，红尘阡陌，放飞的思绪，漫过四季如歌。读一本好书，品一盏清茶，听一曲琴音，拾一抹心情，指尖轻轻敲打，震落了时光飞尘。雾散，梦醒，我终于看见真实，那是千帆过尽的沉寂。风华是一指流沙，苍老是一段年华。夜雨染成天水碧，孤霜浸得大雁归。
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——题记
Days is like water, quiet is not had breath to, tentacle does not have mark, gradually ages ago already. One room faint scent, of one mind is kosher. Postmeridian sunshine helps the reflection of the blue snowflake before the window the ground expatiatory, mirror go up in draft, vibrating slightly.出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
时光若水，悄无息至，触手无痕，渐已久远。一室清香，一心清净。午后的阳光将窗前的蓝雪花的影子拉地冗长，映在稿子上，在微微颤动。
Turn over page, in a moment everythings on earth is noiseless, the cicada of seem noisy also is afraid that Jing broke sending out Mo Xiang's character.
翻开书页，霎时万物寂静，好似聒噪的蝉也怕惊碎了散发着墨香的文字。
I as if place oneself in a small courtyard, a flock of children are playing game, an old gentleman is in house teach, but the student of remnant of the place in house is already very few, old gentleman cries greatly: Did “ person go there? Then students walk along ” one by one, old gentleman rebuke a few, begin lecture again, but the student begins draw of on the sly to wear again the picture on textbook. The leaf outside the window waves gently fall, hitting leisurely coming back to fall. Sunshine passes through a leaf, the vague impression that left to mottled is spread below the ground. Here, be 3 flavour bookstore probably? Learned below, children's ringing laugh came loose as wind in the setting sun.
我仿佛置身于一个小院中，一群孩子在玩游戏，一个老先生在屋里教书，但是屋里所剩的学生已经寥寥无几，老先生大喊：“人都到那里去了？”于是学生们便都一个一个地走回去，老先生训斥了几句，便又开始讲课，但学生又开始偷偷地描着课本上的画。窗外的树叶轻轻飘落，打着旋悠悠落下。阳光透过树叶，在地面下撒下了斑驳的影子。这里，大概就是三味书屋了吧？下学了，孩子们清脆的笑声随着风散入了夕阳中。
I down the road, do not become aware, a boat caused my attention, there are a few diminutive pictures on the boat, abrupt, the boat relied on in the bank to stop. Diminutive shadow jumps down from the boat, the hangdog Tian Li around took something, like making an enemy again, the ground runnings to write a composition aboard. Before long, a smoke from kitchen chimneys hikes up on the boat. Starlight leisurely, the gentle breeze be mingled with on the river is worn slight cool meaning, flicker errant star, weave astral account jointly, below light nocturnal mist, river side seems enveloping thin thin fine gauze. They should be the young associate that Lu Xun and he sees village theatrical performance given on religious festivals in old times come back.
我顺着路，不觉走到了河堤边上，一只小船引起了我的注意，船上有几个小小的人影，突然，船靠在岸边停了下来。小小的人影从船上跳下，鬼鬼祟祟地附近的田里拿了一些东西，又做贼一样地跑上船去作文。不久，船上飘起一阵炊烟。星光悠悠，河上的微风夹杂着轻微的凉意，明灭不定的星，共同织成星帐，淡淡的夜雾下，河面仿佛笼罩着薄薄的轻纱。他们应该就是鲁迅和他看社戏回来的小伙伴吧。
River side has a house, I am gathering up the top of a wall looks in, a boy sits in house, still smoking sob to build the ground to cry. The edge cries to say by the side of: “ A grows how to can kill my concealed rat! ? ” is this the Lu Xun of childhood period? Thinking, a woman ran into a courtyard. Run into the boy house: “ brothers, those who take a picture " 3 hum classics " I am bought to you! ” boy stand up quickly, hold a woman in arms: “ A Mom, thank! ” is saying ground of too impatient to wait takes a book, eagerly ground is read rise ……
河边有一幢房子，我扒着墙头往里看，一个男孩坐在屋里，还在抽抽搭搭地哭。边哭边说：“阿长怎么可以杀死我的隐鼠！？”这就是幼年时期的鲁迅吧？正想着，一位妇人跑进了院子。跑进男孩儿的屋子：“哥儿，带画的《三哼经》我给你买来了！”男孩儿迅速地站起身，抱住妇人：“阿妈，谢谢！”说着便迫不及待地拿来书，如饥似渴地读起来……
Attack by surprise of wind light rain, apply colours to a drawing how much small cool; Yao points to daisy, solo generation to instruct bites; Shallow clear eye is smooth, a few degrees of age to pass through? Setting sun wood, frown is cold right, misty rain of …… of Cun Cunrou bowel, qing Dynasty reads aloud, chaotic lamp, sing opera arias joys and sorrows; Feeling be high up in the air, fleeting time is blurred. Before you can say Jack Robinson, the boy that read be brought up already, he sits before the window, the hand holds a pen, as if if a soldier is on paper,fight courageously. He, it is Lu Xun.
风轻雨掩，渲染几许微凉；遥指雏菊，独奏一世咛叮；浅澈眸光，透过了几度春秋？斜阳草木，横眉冷对，寸寸柔肠……烟雨，清念，浊灯，清唱了悲欢离合；思绪凌空，流年迷离。转眼间，读书的男孩儿已然长大，他坐在窗前，手握一支笔，宛如一位战士在纸上奋勇作战。他，便是鲁迅。
At nightfall is cold already, loneliness is like smoke. A cup of simple wine, a longing. Human society 3000 people are poor, end new term attack by surprise is tasteful. Thin wine small drunk 100 thousand flavour, does famous book make an appointment to whose anxious accompany? Desire language still rest, be about to go to still stay. Chew alone, alone turn one's head. That afternoon, I and " toward Hua Xishi " together, spent good time, as if this life all happiness, gathered together that is diffusing the peaceful with sweet tea afternoon.
入夜已寒，寂寞如烟。一杯浅酒，一份思念。红尘三千人影瘦，一阕新词掩风流。薄酒微醺千百味，名著相约伴谁愁？欲语还休，欲走仍留。独自咀嚼，独自回首。那个午后，我与《朝花夕拾》一起，度过了美好的时光，仿佛今生所有的幸福，都汇聚到了那个弥漫着茶香的恬静午后。
Childhood has gone gradually gradually far, the memory with a trifling surplus that leave, this book is the memory of Lu Xun gentleman to parting years, still have helpless sentiment. Fine fine savour " toward Hua Xishi " , also let me begin to go the days of look for childhood.
童年已经渐行渐远，留下的只剩琐碎的记忆，本书是鲁迅先生对逝去岁月的回忆，还有无奈的感伤。细细品味《朝花夕拾》，也让我开始去寻觅童年的时光了。(文/李祎想)