日子如溪水般潺潺流过，被石子激起的浪花，仿佛今日才落下。
The days flowed like a stream, and the waves stirred up by stones seemed to have just fallen today.
转眼间，这已是我来到城关二中的第二个年头。每当夕阳将金色的余晖铺满整个教室时，同学们便会抓起书包，大喊着“回家啦！”随后如潮水般涌出，奔向自己的家。
In the blink of an eye, this is already my second year at Chengguan No.2 Middle School. Whenever the setting sun fills the entire classroom with golden afterglow, students will grab their backpacks and shout "Home!" before rushing out like a tide towards their homes.
白日喧闹的教学楼，转眼间变得寂静无声。这样的画面，每天都在上演。但是，对于我来说，这不是“回家”。只是从一个“家”到了另一个“家“。我的学校，就是我的家。
The noisy teaching building during the day suddenly became silent. This kind of scene is staged every day. But for me, this is not 'going home'. Just going from one 'home' to another. My school is my home.
初来城关二中，是一个丹桂飘香的金秋。踏入校门时，清爽的秋风吹散了心头的迷雾，我知道，落叶会为我写下新的故事；我知道，这里即将成为我的家。午睡时，我伴着花香入眠，第一次开始期待接下来的路，不再迷茫。
When I first arrived at Chengguan No.2 Middle School, it was a golden autumn filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. As I stepped into the school gate, the refreshing autumn breeze dispelled the fog in my heart. I knew that fallen leaves would write new stories for me; I know, this is about to become my home. During my nap, I fell asleep with the fragrance of flowers, looking forward to the road ahead for the first time and no longer feeling lost.
在这里，我有很多“兄弟姐妹”，他们性格各异，或开朗，或内敛。但是，总是愿意称我一声“班长”，总是愿意听我一声号令。我有很多“爸爸妈妈”，他们或严厉、或慈爱，但总是有着同样一颗心。记得那一次，是鲁老师接手我们后的第一次考试，我的数学一如既往的“稳定”，虽不算太差，但是平平无奇，这个分数对于我来说，远远不够。我怀着一颗狂跳的心、忐忑的地迈入办公室，准备迎接即将到来的狂风骤雨。可我永远永远忘不了，那位五十有余的老师，对我说的第一句话是“不要害怕，你的底子不差的，不要害怕”。就是这样一句话，使我多年筑起的盔甲刹那间化为灰烬，我的眼前一片湿润，张口欲言，却无声·。有太长太长一段时间，我习惯于接受别人无论出发点是好是坏的攻击，那最柔软的地方千疮百孔，伤痕累累。直到她，带着我一步一步走出那片阴影。或许，那个地方曾经一片荒芜，可现在，春光大盛，奇迹般地万物生长。这样的故事还有很多很多……人们常说，家是每个人的避风港。可对我来说，我的学校给了我无数次“疗愈”，在这里我学会成长，去弥补自己的缺憾，努力变得勇敢。或许我还不够好，但是幸运的是，我的家如海一般博大宽广，她给了我足够的余地去犯错，学着更改。她给了我足够的时间，让我在成长的路上走走停停，不错过每一处风景。
Here, I have many "brothers and sisters" with different personalities, either cheerful or introverted. But always willing to call me 'class monitor' and listen to my commands. I have many 'parents', they may be strict or kind, but they always have the same heart. I remember that time, it was the first exam after Teacher Lu took over us. My math was as "stable" as ever, although not too bad, it was average. This score was far from enough for me. I walked into the office with a pounding heart and trepidation, ready to welcome the upcoming storm. But I will never forget that the first thing the teacher, who was over fifty years old, said to me was' Don't be afraid, your foundation is not bad, don't be afraid '. This is the sentence that instantly turned the armor I had built over the years into ashes. My eyes were moist and I wanted to speak, but silently. For too long, I have been accustomed to accepting attacks from others, regardless of whether their intentions are good or bad. The softest parts are riddled with holes and scars. Until she took me step by step out of that shadow. Perhaps that place used to be barren, but now, the spring scenery is flourishing and everything miraculously grows. There are many, many stories like this... People often say that home is everyone's safe haven. But for me, my school has given me countless' healings', where I have learned to grow, make up for my shortcomings, and strive to become brave. Perhaps I am not good enough, but fortunately, my home is as vast as the sea, giving me enough room to make mistakes and learn to change. She gave me enough time to walk and stop on my journey of growth, not missing any scenery.
曾经，我像一只飞鸟，在大海上翱翔，却没有落脚安歇的岛。现在，我知道，我的母校，我的家，会一直一直在那里等我，纵使有一天，我会飞向更高更远的地方，追寻白云外的天空。但是，只要我回首，她就一直、一直在。终有一天，我将回到这里，回到我的家。
Once upon a time, I was like a flying bird, soaring on the vast sea without resting on an island. Now, I know that my alma mater, my home, will always be there waiting for me, even if one day I will fly to higher and farther places, chasing the sky beyond the white clouds. But as long as I look back, she has always been there. One day, I will return here, to my home.
我不再迷茫，我有自己的岛。
I am no longer confused, I have my own island.