“童年的荡秋千，随着记忆一直晃到现在……”我坐在椅子上，轻哼着周杰伦《晴天》的前奏望着天空，忽然想起从故乡移植回来的植物已经开始枯萎了。
The swing of childhood has been swaying with memories until now... "I sat in my chair, humming the prelude to Jay Chou's" Sunny Day "and looking up at the sky, suddenly remembering that the plants transplanted back from my hometown had begun to wither.
我的家乡是外省的一个小村子，没有高楼大厦，也没有闹市的喧嚣声，大片大片的油菜花盛开着，偶尔听见悦耳的鸟叫声，真是叫人心情大好。行走在田野间，左右全是生机盎然的稻谷，徐徐微风伴随着蛙鸣在宁静的田野中吹来，将我心中的烦恼驱散得一干二净。呼吸着田野里大自然的清香，瞬间心旷神怡，心里无比舒坦，不禁哼起了小曲。
My hometown is a small village from another province, without tall buildings or the hustle and bustle of the city. Large areas of rapeseed flowers are in full bloom, and occasionally I hear the pleasant chirping of birds, which really makes me feel good. Walking in the fields, surrounded by vibrant rice on both sides, a gentle breeze accompanied by the croaking of frogs blows in the peaceful field, dispelling all the troubles in my heart. Breathing the fragrance of nature in the fields, I instantly felt refreshed and at ease, and couldn't help but hum a tune.
每年冬天，家乡都会下雪。雪花大片大片地落下，先是稀疏，后是一簇簇一团团如鹅毛般地落下，不一会大地就变得白茫茫了。这时，我与小伙伴们总会不约而同地走出家门，聚在一起玩雪球，一些人拿着雪球追，一些人头也不回地跑着躲避。我总是摔进田里，看着里面也是白茫茫一片，心里顿时慌了，连忙跑回家跟奶奶说菜要被冻坏了，奶奶却哈哈大笑说：“小傻瓜，菜才不会冻坏呢，这些雪都是‘砂糖’，能让你明年吃到的菜甜甜的呢。”我半信半疑，后来才发现奶奶种出来的菜真的格外爽甜。
Every winter, it snows in my hometown. Snowflakes fell in large patches, first sparsely, then in clusters like goose feathers, and soon the earth turned white. At this moment, my friends and I would always step out of the house and gather together to play snowballs. Some would chase after us with snowballs, while others would run around without looking back. I always fall into the field and see the white sky inside, which makes me feel anxious. I quickly ran home and told my grandmother that the vegetables were going to freeze, but she laughed heartily and said, "You little fool, vegetables won't freeze. These snow are all 'sugar', which can make the vegetables you eat next year sweet." I was half believing and half doubting, but later I realized that the vegetables my grandmother grew were really delicious and sweet.
我看向窗台那株快枯萎、显得毫无生机的枇杷苗，这是两年前我从家乡移植回来的。家乡的枇杷树很多，每年的丰收之季，外公外婆总会寄一些给我。每看到这株苗，我总能想起童年在枇杷树下，外婆拿着蒲扇为我扇风的模样。母亲说，枇杷树对气候环境的变化很敏感，它难以适应海南的气候，就像我刚来海南时的不适应。可我还是坚持细心照料枇杷苗。
I looked at the withered and lifeless loquat seedling on the windowsill, which I transplanted back from my hometown two years ago. There are many loquat trees in my hometown, and every year during the harvest season, my grandparents always send me some. Every time I see this seedling, I always think of my childhood under the loquat tree, where my grandmother fanned me with a fan. My mother said that loquat trees are very sensitive to changes in climate and environment, and it is difficult for them to adapt to the climate in Hainan, just like how I did when I first came to Hainan. But I still insist on taking good care of the loquat seedlings.
其实，家乡不仅种了枇杷，还种了杨梅、李子、石榴、枣子，还有橘子树。那棵橘子树我至今都记得，当树上布满枝叶时，我总喜欢从树下的石桩爬上去，躺在粗壮的枝干上很惬意。每到丰收之季，奶奶也会爬上枝干，从茂密的叶子里剪下一个又一个橘子递给我，我一一放进篮子里。摘完后，小小的我立即抱着篮子跑进大院里，大口地吃着，满足地笑着，两个腮帮鼓鼓的，牙齿咀嚼出的橘子汁又香又甜。
In fact, my hometown not only grows loquats, but also yangmei, plum, pomegranate, jujube, and orange trees. I still remember that orange tree. When the tree was covered in branches and leaves, I always liked to climb up from the stone stakes under the tree and lay on the thick branches very comfortably. Every harvest season, my grandmother would climb up the branches and cut one orange after another from the dense leaves, handing them to me. I would put them one by one into the basket. After picking, the little me immediately carried the basket and ran into the courtyard, eating big mouthfuls and smiling contentedly. My cheeks were bulging, and the orange juice chewed by my teeth was fragrant and sweet.
可现如今，家乡的老房子拆了，连同着那些树和池塘都被铲平了。新盖的房子很漂亮，却没有童年那般美好的回忆。想到这，我起身了，又从厨房舀了水出来给枇杷苗浇水。母亲总说我是在做无用功，我却不以为然，坚信它能活。几个月后，窗台的枇杷苗长出了新的苗。我终是开心地笑了，看着看着，我的心绪又飘了起来……
But now, the old houses in my hometown have been demolished, along with those trees and ponds that have been leveled. The newly built house is very beautiful, but it doesn't have the beautiful memories of childhood. Thinking of this, I got up and scooped water from the kitchen to water the loquat seedlings. My mother always says that I am doing useless work, but I don't think so and firmly believe that it can survive. A few months later, the loquat seedlings on the windowsill grew new ones. I finally smiled happily, and as I watched, my mood floated again