微风吹拂着，树上的鸟儿叽叽喳喳的叫个不停。门前的柳树也吐出了新芽。我在家门前坐着欣赏这幅美丽的画卷。我还不知不觉的来到了我家的一个角落。想起了那堵我熟悉的墙。
The gentle breeze blows, and the birds on the trees chirp incessantly. The willow tree in front of the door has also sprouted new shoots. I am sitting in front of my house, admiring this beautiful painting. I unconsciously arrived at a corner of my house. I remembered that familiar wall.
那是一堵普通的墙，可却包含着不少我童年的乐趣。但是，几年前它却消失了。爸爸为了让家更宽敞些。便把的位置建成了房子。我一直对此深感可惜。因为那是我成长光明媚。万物复苏的春天，一次月考，我没考好，迈着沉重的脚步走在路上。看到这些景物好象也不那么美好，鸟儿婉转的叫声，我却认为那是幸灾乐祸。气得我竟拿石头去扔它，鸟儿被吓的散开了。知情的不说什么，不知情的还怕认为我在发神经。今天，也不知为什么原来认为走不尽的路今天仿佛觉得仅有一步只遥，我回到家中妈妈递上我一个苹果塞到了我的手上，说“我忽然一震，一颗的乐园。
That is an ordinary wall, but it contains a lot of joy from my childhood. However, a few years ago it disappeared. Dad wants to make the house more spacious. The location was built into a house. I have always felt deeply regretful about this. Because that was the shining light of my growth. In the spring of the revival of all things, on a monthly exam, I didn't do well and walked on the road with heavy steps. Seeing these scenery doesn't seem so beautiful either, with the gentle chirping of birds, I think it's just schadenfreude. I was so angry that I even threw a stone at it, and the bird was scared and scattered. Those who know don't say anything, and those who don't know are afraid to think that I'm going crazy. Today, for some unknown reason, the road that I thought was endless seems to be only one step away. When I returned home, my mother handed me an apple and put it in my hand, saying; I suddenly trembled, a paradise.
记得同样是个阳怦怦直跳，好象要跑出来似的。妈妈摇了摇她手中的苹果塞到了我的手上，可是我的手在颤抖，苹果也滚到地上。妈妈见状也猜出了一二。用一种带有愤怒的声音说道：“卷纸给我拿出来”我虽然非常，非常的不愿意，可是谁敢违背我母亲的意思了。我缓缓的从书包里拿出了卷纸，妈妈看了报纸，脸色突变拿起鸡毛掸子就向我打来。我也不知到从那里借来了十一个胆子竟跑出了门外，来到墙这里。墙角也生长着棵柔嫩的青草，可在我此时看来，一切都是罪恶的我惨虐的践踏这些可怜的草儿，后还感到有一丝解放，后还感到不痛快，竟用脚去踢墙，你竟忍住随便我出气，直到我的脚踢疼了，才停下来。一股脑儿的坐下去依偎在怀里，你竟不生我的气。我向你诉说着我的痛楚，你静静地听着，就象一个忠实的听众。我说着说着便睡在你的面前，你静静的呆呆的立着却不敢吵醒我，我感受到了你的快乐。因为我能够明白你；你便会很高兴。我醒来和你告别后便回了家。妈妈依旧没说什么。我理会到了妈妈爱的方式，她依旧是爱我的，我心中的那堵墙终于碎了。
I remember it was also a yang thumping, as if it was about to run out. My mother shook the apple in her hand and stuffed it into mine, but my hand trembled and the apple rolled to the ground. Mom also guessed one or two when she saw the situation. Speak in an angry voice: '; Take out the roll paper for me; Although I am very, very unwilling, who dares to go against my mother's wishes. I slowly took out a roll of paper from my backpack, and my mother looked at the newspaper. Her face suddenly changed and she picked up a feather duster and called at me. I didn't know where to borrow eleven courage and ran out of the door to the wall. There is also a tender green grass growing in the corner of the wall, but in my eyes, everything is sinful. I cruelly trampled on these poor grasses, and later felt a sense of liberation and discomfort. I even kicked the wall with my foot, and you held back my anger until my foot hurt, then stopped. Sitting down and cuddling in my arms, you're not angry with me. I am telling you my pain, and you listen quietly, like a loyal listener. As I spoke, I fell asleep in front of you. You stood still and didn't dare to wake me up, and I felt your happiness. Because I can understand you; You will be very happy. I woke up and said goodbye to you before returning home. Mom still didn't say anything. I noticed the way my mother loves me, she still loves me, and the wall in my heart finally shattered.
这一切都要谢谢你——墙，如果不是你让我明白的。从那时你便成了我的朋友也忠实的听众。我向你说我的喜。怒。哀。乐，你依旧静静的听着。
Thank you for all of this; — The wall, if it weren't for you making me understand. Since then, you have become my friend and loyal listener. I want to tell you my joy. Anger. Lament. Le, you still listen quietly.
那一天，我又到了你的面前，曾被我践踏过的那几株小草又冒出了新芽，冲我点头。微笑……
That day, I came before you again, and the few small grasses that I had trampled on sprouted new shoots, nodding at me. Smile… …