Wide clothing of dance sleeve easy is light, why be like compound loneliness. Wind rises, door leaf of bavin of whose person chuck, listen to my play to say at the moment?
舞袖舒广衣薄，何似院落寂寞。风起，谁人轻叩柴扉，此刻听我戏说？
—— preface
——题记
Go birthplace 45 years, do not return why, do not return why?
一去故乡四五年，胡不归兮，胡不归？
Face of gentle breeze stroke, years is static good. Return home again, do not have taste one time really. Loneliness small courtyard, weed is miscellaneous unripe. I do not tighten a lock by brows. Once big carambola tree, remain a big stub only nowadays. Who ever made the flower when my hand hairpin, be me however now is chaos of one person fine number red? The past emerges it is before, be like in that way be like unreal really, complicated and confusing, let me can't help be immersed in memory.
微风拂面，岁月静好。再次回到故乡，真是别有一番滋味。寂寞小院，野草杂生。我不由眉头紧锁。曾经的大杨桃树，如今只剩下一个大树桩。谁曾许我手簪时花，而今却是我一人细数乱红？往事浮现在眼前，那样如真似幻，扑朔迷离，让我不禁陷入回忆。
Big carambola tree is me the playmate when. In those days its greenery is shady, erect waist stands drily in small courtyard. I am upstairs in the home, total look around it that is pure and fresh green. I often also stroll to fall at the tree, sunshine is like scatter through ground of leaf bits and pieces like stars come down.
大杨桃树是我儿时的玩伴。当年的它绿叶成荫，挺直腰干地立在小院里。我在家中楼上，总张望它那清新的绿。我也常常漫步于树下，阳光似星辰般透过树叶星星点点地撒下来。
Remember cultivating next returning to have a swing, I often sit on swing, wind blows me, I swing, laugh, everything, laugh in joyous song in language. Wind blows leaf rustle to make sound, every piece greenery waves along with wind dance. Parents mounts a tree, picked and fresh Yang Tao; I mount a tree, the station cries high on the tree, as if the king ” that oneself are “ forest.
记得树下还有一个秋千，我每每坐在秋千上，风将我吹起，我荡呀，笑呀，一切，都在欢歌笑语中。风吹树叶沙沙作响，片片绿叶随风飘舞。父母爬上树，采摘新鲜的杨桃；我爬上树，站在树上高叫，仿佛自己是“森林之王”。
Those who admire view universe is big, of Fu examine category fill. Although fell from the tree, lie in soft on soft meadow, also won't cry bitterly. The flower that hearing tree edge to wave along with wind is sweet, face of gentle breeze stroke, only “ years is static good ” . The hand takes comic to take next reading in the tree, become aware all worldly happiness merely mediocre only. That holds no less than another person again momently, want I and photograph of carambola tree depend on each other to accompany only.
仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛。即使从树上摔了下来，躺在软软的草地上，也不会痛哭。闻着树边随风飘来的花香，微风拂面，只道“岁月静好”。手拿连环画坐在树下阅读，只觉世间的一切美好不过尔尔。那一刻再容不下他人，只要我与杨桃树相依相伴。
Mist always twines chain of mountains, fellow hair on the temples grinds ear not to leave do not abandon. However, gai Xinjia wants after a few years, father or to me ” of this “ playmate left a hand. My getting is in front of it, stretch both hands to cry calling block the way. The mother is obliged to hold me in the arms, I am struggling helpless however. The saw sound that day resounds through the sky, the each wood broken bits that flutters all over the sky, fasten in I and state line. Gentle breeze is blown, the leaf also waves subsequently ……
雾总缠绕山峦，耳厮鬓磨不离不弃。然而，几年后要盖新家了，父亲还是对我这位“玩伴”下了手。我钻在它跟前，张开双手哭喊着阻拦。母亲只得将我抱走，我挣扎着却无能为力。那天的锯子声响彻云霄，满天飞舞的每一片木渣，都在我与述说道别。微风吹来，树叶也随之飘来……
That momently wind became I and carambola tree between the testimony of friendship.
那一刻风成了我与杨桃树之间友谊的见证。
Human society has a dream, years is blurred, ode of idle word anxious is shy. Chant snaps split second fragrant China, apprentice is added sad. Wind is blown from here, wind is blown from stub, wind from the bottom of the heart that paragraph of graven childhood is blown in memory. It blew joy, those who blow pair of past events be reluctant to leave.
红尘有梦，岁月迷离，闲词愁赋难为情。吟断刹那芳华，徒增伤心。风从这边吹来，风从树桩吹来，风从心底那段不可磨灭的童年记忆中吹来。它吹来了快乐，吹来对往事的留恋。
Years can be recalled oneself, sigh temporarily, 2 when drunk, 3 when good.
岁月自可忆，一时叹，二时醉，三时好。
Late wind comes loose, leaf chaos, warmth is soft. I think I and your story can be only in wine world of memory, brew thicker more. (public date: Contain city Chinese)
晚风散，树叶乱，温情柔。我想我与你的故事只会在记忆的酒坛里，越酿越浓。（公众号：涵城语文）(文/吴元达)