阴云爬上天幕，空气中掺杂着泥土的气息，树叶间闪烁着雨水的光辉。我亲眼看着那片阴云，漫上我的心头。
Clouds climbed up to the sky, the air mixed with the scent of soil, and the leaves shimmered with the radiance of rainwater. I watched with my own eyes as that dark cloud filled my heart.
我坐在画室中，看了看别人的作品，又看了看即将到来的比赛日。窗外的乌云遮盖住双眼，细密的雨水浸没了心房，回到自己的画架前，模仿着他人的技法。烦躁在心中扩散，我将画笔重重地摔向了画板。
I sat in the studio, looking at other people's works and then at the upcoming competition day. The dark clouds outside the window covered my eyes, and the fine rain soaked my heart. I returned to my own easel and imitated the techniques of others. Irritation spread in my heart, and I slammed my paintbrush heavily onto the canvas.< zuowEnBa.NeT >
“怎么了？”老师走过来，我沉默不语，任凭铅笔的摩擦声被雨声替代。
What's wrong? "The teacher walked over, and I remained silent, letting the friction of the pencil be replaced by the sound of rain.
乌云更加浓密，我离开画室，走向雨幕中的公交站牌。我倚靠在座椅上，雨水于头发间聚集，滴落下来。“你也坐这趟公交啊！”我猛得回头，原来是绘画老师。我又低头，不知说些什么。他从口袋中掏出一张纸，替我擦去头发上的雨水。
The dark clouds grew thicker, and I left the studio and walked towards the bus stop under the rain curtain. I leaned against the seat, as rainwater gathered between my hair and dripped down. You take this bus too! "I turned around abruptly, realizing it was my painting teacher. I lowered my head again, not knowing what to say. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wiped the rainwater off my hair.
我望着车窗外，那如流萤般的灯火，如迷雾般的雨幕，心头涌起了迷茫。为什么我总是不如别人，我想。一只手突然落在我的肩上，我扭过头，老师对我说：“不必在乎别人如何，自己尽力就好。”老师脸上浮现的微笑，犹如一道光，驱散了我心头的迷茫。
I looked out of the car window at the flickering lights and misty rain curtain, and a sense of confusion surged in my heart. Why am I always inferior to others, I think. A hand suddenly fell on my shoulder, and I turned my head. The teacher said to me, "Don't care about how others are, just do your best." The smile on the teacher's face was like a light, dispelling the confusion in my heart.
日月在空中轮转，雨水重回江河湖海。阳光与大地相拥，我重新回到了画室。老师看到我，拍了拍我的肩，说：“不要想着如何超越别人，尽力就行。”我对他笑了笑，“好的，我记住了。”画笔与纸张重逢，我尽力地绘出我心中的美景
The sun and moon rotate in the sky, and rainwater returns to rivers, lakes, and seas. The sunshine embraced the earth, and I returned to the studio. The teacher saw me and patted my shoulder, saying, "Don't think about how to surpass others, just try your best." I smiled at him and said, "Okay, I remember." The paintbrush and paper reunited, and I tried my best to paint the beautiful scenery in my heart
落日西沉，染红了河流，点燃了白云，透过窗，停留在我的身旁。老师走近，看了看我的画，点了点头，“已经不错了，可以看出你尽力了。”
The sunset sets in the west, staining the river red and igniting the white clouds. Through the window, it stays by my side. The teacher approached, looked at my painting, and nodded, "It's already pretty good. You can see that you did your best
我漫步于人流中，不再关心我的画是否能获奖。驻足于晚霞前，“尽力就好”，老师的话始终在耳畔回荡。
I stroll in the crowd, no longer concerned about whether my painting will win an award. Standing in front of the sunset, 'Just do your best,' the teacher's words echoed in my ears.