Birthplace is an a region of rivers and lakes of atypical Changjiang Delta. It is weak without the “ of the west lake makeup thick wipe total appropriate ” , also take the place of with water without Suzhou road, with the view that the poem of boat acting car paints. The honest feeling that its some is people only and wave in the wind Buddhist sound.
故乡是个非典型的江南水乡。它没有西湖的“淡妆浓抹总相宜”，也没有苏州以水代路，以舟代车的诗画之景。它有的只是人们的淳朴之情与袅袅梵音。
Black of whitewash a wall is made of baked clay, greenery sways, some green flag streets are put to floating on ancient town a kind of old breath, the Buddhist smoke of far is making a group, the bit by bit enters the space, the pedestrian fact that the market comes and go on the road is belonged to exiguous, whole world becomes quiet, remain the ding that often rings to drifting to be transmitted only.
粉墙黛瓦，绿叶摇曳，古镇上存有的青石板街泛着一种古老的气息，远处的梵烟打着圈，一点一点地升空，街道上来往的行人实属稀少，整个世界都变得安静了，只剩下不时响起的钟声飘荡着传来。出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
My constant follows ding reads aloud in the silent in the heart: “ bumps in safety, 2 bump add up to the home joyous, 3 bump into a career tall. I still can imagine ” reach that bell, then the mouth is carving not famous design tremendously, the cupreous bell of be terrified by the sight of sth or sb letting a person. For the life hardship bustles encounter in life again confused, capture that appearance to have the crossbar of many damaged, exert oneself to do sth. Xiang Zhong bumps, as if lucky can fall from the day. Such picture, held the most share of my childhood.
我常跟随钟声在心里默念：“一撞得平安，二撞合家欢，三撞事业高。”我还能想象得出那口钟，那口巨大的刻着不知名的图案，让人望而生畏的铜钟。为生活辛苦奔忙又在人生中遇到迷茫，抓住那根外表有不少破损的横木，用力向钟撞去，仿佛好运就可以从天而降。这样的画面，占据了我童年的大半部分。
Arrived night, I can stand on the bridge, prep against blow on the face and the wind that come, look at the lights that infinite elongate horizon reachs every bits of bit starlight and two sides, have a plenty of in the heart the path is not clear free from worry with set one's mind at.
到了夜晚，我会站在桥上，迎着扑面而来的风，眺望点点星光以及两岸无限伸延至天边的灯火，心中有的是道不清的舒畅与安心。
The starlight in the curtain of night of the cloister that far is showing golden light and dark purple, the sort of brightness always can break up I that mood of alone panic. And later in frustrated day, what I spread out at the moment is the night of birthplace forever.
远处闪着金光的寺庙和暗紫色的夜幕中的星光，那种光亮总能驱散我那孤单恐慌的情绪。而之后失意的日子里，我眼前展开的永远是故乡的夜晚。
I ever also took the first stroke of a Chinese character secretly, those two scene the picture leaves, thick Mo Chongcai, have unidentified warmth however. I ever also jumped down from a flight of stairs before cloister, experience one foot to step empty weightlessness feeling, I ever still bent over in bridge edge, comfortable fish leisurelies and carefree in appearing dark green river water to see a river, everything ases if to have buddhist idea. Regrettablly I left later, never had gone back for a long time. And those two pictures also do not know when to be lost, I had tried to draw two with memory again, but the new move with always have one to plant strange.
我也曾偷偷拿起笔，将那两幅景画下，浓墨重彩，却有道不明的温馨。我也曾从寺庙前阶梯上跳下，感受一脚踏空的失重感，我还曾趴在桥边，透着碧绿的河水看河中优游自在的鱼儿，一切仿佛都有禅意。只可惜后来我离开了，很长时间都不曾回去过。而那两幅画也不知何时丢失了，我试过凭着记忆再去画两幅，但总有一种奇怪的陌生感。
Later, my be free went back, make me open-eyed to birthplace adieu unceasingly. The flag street of liver mosses of that long thin Bao Qing disappeared, those who replace is concrete route and the rubbish that throw in disorder everywhere, tourist is seen everywhere. Blatant, dirty, mixed and disorderly.
后来，我得空回去了，再见到故乡让我惊讶不已。那长着薄薄青苔的石板街不见了，取而代之的是水泥路和到处乱扔的垃圾，游人四处可见。喧嚣、肮脏、杂乱。
In the evening, lights brightly lit, will whole small town is illuminated so that connect fully, tourist never drops off, what I see through the window is poll assemble only move.
晚上，灯火通明，将整个小镇照得通透，游人不曾散去，我透过窗望见的只是人头攒动。
I am staring at the ceiling, the mood in the heart rolls hand in fold, I fall a tear, resembling is was stolen like treasure afflictive, birthplace is absent as before, what leave I am only right the yearning in the past and think of old changeless.
我盯着天花板，心中的情绪翻滚交叠，我落下一滴泪，像是被人偷了宝藏一样的难受，故乡不在依旧，所留下的只有我对过去的怀念与思旧不变。(文/陆周雨)