走进你时，无论分别了多久都会觉得心安，因为你——老屋，那个启航的地方，因为有你，才让世界变得精彩。
When I walk into you, no matter how long we've been apart, I feel at ease because of you; — The old house, the place where we set sail, made the world wonderful because of you.
几次变迁，你已经变得不见原先的模样，瓷砖爬上了水泥墙，天花板代替了朱红的房梁，空旷的建起了泡沫房屋……但却似心有灵犀，如何改变都变不了那浓浓的回忆。
After several changes, you have lost your original appearance. Tiles have climbed on the cement wall, the ceiling has replaced the red beam, and the empty foam house has been built… … But it seems like there is a telepathic connection, no matter how hard we try to change it, we can't change those deep memories.
起先最初的记忆是灯火通明的夜晚，周围吵吵闹闹，坐在床头看着各色各样的汉语拼音、手脑心算、寓言故事……动画式的存在，竟真的在我脑海中留下了深刻的印象。出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
At first, my earliest memory was of a brightly lit night, surrounded by noisy surroundings, sitting by the bed watching various Chinese pinyin, hand brain mental arithmetic, and fables; … The animated presence really left a deep impression on my mind.
金银花盛开又衰败，留下清香，我又大了几许，我也从奶奶那里知道了，你是如何建成的。亲自去寻找砖头、木材，每日一下班就赶过来监工，建成后在周围一座座的茅草屋中，你又是那么的耀眼。时光已经渐渐让你衰败，不复从前的荣耀，但你陪伴了我，你身上留下了太多我成长的印记，这是无法改变的。
Honeysuckles bloom and decay, leaving behind a fragrant scent. I have grown a few years older, and I also learned from my grandmother how you were built. Go personally to search for bricks and wood, rush over to supervise every day after work, and once built, you will shine brightly in the surrounding thatched cottages. Time has gradually caused you to decline and lose your former glory, but you have accompanied me and left too many marks of my growth on you, which cannot be changed.
还记得那一张破旧的木桌，小时候正是我在上面用稚嫩的笔触留下了一副副画作，水泥墙上有着我一点点长高的标记，留下了我练舞时的脚印……
Do you still remember that old wooden table? When I was a child, it was on top of it that I left a series of paintings with my immature brushstrokes. There were marks on the concrete wall that marked my gradual growth, leaving behind my footprints from practicing dance; …
最难忘的正是那个午后，我第一次外出旅行，回来就在你的那小小的房间里。当时我还不会写字，于是就有爷爷代笔，而我口述，一个人写字，一个人说话，远远看去，像是在聊天。窗口的枇杷树叶枝叶葱葱，温柔的阳光落在稿纸上，就在这岁月静好的场景下，我的第一篇作文就在你的见证下诞生了。现在回首，五百多字的作文至今还能带给我无限的骄傲。
The most unforgettable moment was that afternoon when I went on my first trip and came back in your small room. At that time, I didn't know how to write, so my grandfather took over as a ghostwriter. I orally wrote and spoke alone, and from a distance, it looked like we were chatting. The loquat leaves on the window are lush and verdant, and the gentle sunlight falls on the paper. In this peaceful scene of time, my first essay was born under your witness. Looking back now, the essay of over 500 words still brings me infinite pride.
回忆总是一连串的，渐渐的那些熟悉的事物，又一次浮现在我的眼前，那吊在房顶上的老电风扇，“吱吱呀呀”过了一个又一个夏天；那已经枯死了的金银花，再度散发出带着药味的清香：还有院中各种植物……哪个不是童年，哪个不是回忆。
Memories are always a series of familiar things that gradually reappear in front of me, the old electric fan hanging from the roof; Squeak and squeak; After one summer after another; The withered honeysuckle once again emitted a fragrant medicinal scent, along with various plants in the courtyard; … Which is not childhood, which is not memory.
阳光不锈，时光如初，就如你在我心中，因为有你的陪伴，我还逐渐变得更好，因为有你，我的回忆不会消失，因为有你，所以精彩。
The sunshine is stainless, time remains the same, just like you in my heart. Because of your companionship, I gradually become better. Because of you, my memories will not disappear, and because of you, they are wonderful.