It is accidental and transient flower bed only just.
只是偶然路过花坛而已。
However, I also do not go again however. Because the flower over there leaves,get Zheng Qili. The Chinese wistaria that has quietly elegant is beautiful, the winter jasmine of exquisite is beautiful, delicate and charming the four seasons is beautiful, comely bellflower, still have a lot of not famous miscellaneous kind. Be in together this is big spring season is shown coquettish, formed the view that together affection is not sent, drunk god of your popular feeling is confused, so that can no more move pace.
然而，我却再也走不开了。因为那里的花儿开得正绮丽。有淡雅的藤萝花，玲珑的迎春花，娇艳的四季花，清秀的风铃草，还有许多不知名的杂样儿。一起在这大春时节展露风骚，形成了一道别有情致的风景，令人心醉神迷，以至于无法再挪步了。
Suddenly, my look is dull! My line of sight, twine closely over, also cannot transfer again. My see one crowd is very small, very the floret with vermeil shamefaced. Hide in the corner, be like is to fear be at exposing under sunshine. It ah, it resembles a be shy with strangers but the child that yearns for friendship very again, hide in the house, hide in darkness, look at the joy below sunshine them.
忽然，我的目光呆滞了！我的视线呀，紧紧地缠绕在那里，再也不能转移。我瞧见了一丛很小的、很不惹眼的朱红色的小花儿。隐匿在角落里，似是恐于暴露在阳光之下。它呀，它就像一个怕生但又十分渴望友情的孩子，躲藏在屋子里，躲藏在黑暗里，看着阳光下快乐的他们。
I know its name, call carnation.
我知道它的名字，叫作康乃馨。
Both neither of this kind of plant is very beautiful, do not have inviting fragrance again, perhaps want to stop any better than anonymous weed only. In beautiful bound, indeed it is the most ordinary.
这种植物既不十分漂亮，又没有诱人的芬芳，也许只比无名野草要好些罢。在花界里，诚然它最平凡。
But the flower that is such lowliness, having however symbolize greatly. What it represents, it is a mother, it is mother love.
但正是这样卑微的花儿，却拥有着伟大的象征。它所代表的，是母亲、是母爱。
I crouch next bodies, cannot help be being looked up and down carefully remove it, the past also has resembled the film passing by eyeball rapidly euqally.
我蹲下身子，忍不住仔细地端详起它，往事也像过电影一样飞快地掠过眼球。
That is when, I learned to walk, stepped the first pace of life for the first time. Often have a young figure, accompanying me little, the left and right sides does not leave when notting have.
那是何时，我学会了走路，第一次迈出了人生的第一步。常有个年轻的身影，伴随着幼小的我，无时不离左右。
That is when, I carried satchel on the back, walk into this beautiful campus for the first time, there is curious longing in curious eye. Often have a tired figure, going there and back on working way.
那是何时，我背上了书包，第一次走进这美丽的校园，好奇的眼中燃烧着求知的渴望。常有个疲倦的身影，正往返于工作路上。
That is when, I graduated smoothly, the hand is taking smear elementary school diploma of pink, resemble gladly wanting to fly. The host of that form, gratified laugh was shown on the face, like guarding the flower in flower bed with respect to the sunshine outside resembling a window.
那是何时，我顺利地毕业了，手拿着涂了粉的小学文凭，高兴地像要飞起来。那身影的主人，脸上露出了欣慰的笑，就像窗外的阳光守护着花坛里的花儿一样。
And now, carefully after-thought goes, I feel I appeared what to forget. Do not know when, I seem to also had not cared that form again. Ah, mother! Mother, I can forget unexpectedly, the festal —— mother's day that dutiful son of every absolute sincerity should remember well. And, more than still it is this.
而现在，仔细地回想过去，我觉得我似乎忘记了什么。不知何时，我好像再也没有关心过那个身影了。啊，母亲！母亲啊，我竟会忘记，每个赤诚孝子都当牢记的节日——母亲节。而且，还不止是这一次。
My look is dormant from beginning to end.
我的目光始终是静止的。
In what leave flower bed that momently, I cannot help turn one's head is wait-and-see, reading aloud silently:
在离开花坛的那一刻，我忍不住回首观望，并在心里默默地念着：
In that the darkest corner, the bud of mother love is blossomming. Ordinary and great, altruistic, beautiful. End till its florescence, have a smile on his face just now withered ……
在那最阴暗的角落里，母爱的花蕾正在绽放。平凡而又伟大，无私、美丽。直到它的花期结束，方才含笑凋零……(文/金明月)