Small seed is buried greatly, diminutive go ahead, taking her hope.
小小的种子被深埋，小小的人儿向前走，带着她的希望。
The window is worn by lock, spring chill chilly, wind is taking cold meaning to be seamed from the window smooth come in. What the person in house wears is feeble, finger freezes stiff, the look often falls in desk edge however of that bald, in the flowerpot that is without opportunity of survival.
窗被紧闭着，春寒料峭，风带着冷意从窗缝间溜进来。屋里的人穿的单薄，手指冻得僵硬，目光却不时落在桌边那光秃秃的、毫无生机的花盆中。
I what playing nervous game, everyday breathing space in the ocean that fritter away is reporting material, brain also everyday befuddled. End time is after two hurried hours. “ Da ” , the last note of knock clavier falls, look up eventually to the window outside, the dweller building on stands still in darkness, a hush, a few fragmentary other peoples are being mirrorred small sightless lamplight. Click upload, the screen that indication move opened blank documentation suddenly break up my tired meaning. I am cadaverous complexion, shiver begins to open that documentation —— afresh a white, my brains also is in a very short time issues one white ” on that “ . I back down acedialy one pace, tripping go up in the chair: “ was over, hopeless. ” flowerpot is silent standing, dirt fell all over the body, but I did not notice, each bongo bag is in the basin stealthily the cerebella bag of smell green.
正参加紧张比赛的我，每天的休息时间都消磨在上报材料的海洋中，脑子也每天昏昏沉沉。截止时间就在急促的两个小时后。“嗒”，敲击键盘的最后一个音符落下，终于抬头望向窗外，对面的居民楼伫立在黑暗中，一片寂静，零星的几户人家映着微不可见的灯光。点击上传，显示着打开了空白文档的屏幕猛地冲散了我的困意。我苍白着脸色，哆嗦着手重新打开那文档——白茫茫的一片，我的头脑也在霎那间“上下一白”。我绝望地后退一步，绊倒在椅子上：“完了，没希望了。”花盆静静立着，灰尘落了满身，但我并未注意到，一个个小鼓包在盆中悄悄探出绿色的小脑袋。
I am probably was asleep below the circumstance of urgent make a psychological attack. Sunshine is aspersed before the desk, maternal sound rises in the noise side ear: “ is really mysterious, this ability early spring, had sprouted however. I open ” mistily open one's eyes, when stretching the mouth to refute, that peak green that shows by the side of the basin lets my sound be blocked up in voice eye however.
我或许是在急急攻心的情况下睡着了。阳光洒在桌前，母亲的声音在耳边响起来：“真是不可思议呢，这才初春，却已经发芽了呢。”我迷迷糊糊睁开眼，正张开嘴反驳时，盆边露出的那一抹嫩绿色却让我的声音堵在了嗓子眼里。
Golden sunshine is cast go up in pale green lamina, small nap was become by plating golden, one tender bud is sending out but far watch and cannot the atmosphere that be disrespectful plays. Block up they up clod already was thrown to be in right now by, sending out the aroma that belongs to clay. The scenery outside they and window is two kinds of styles apparently, they simply too rich lease of life and hope. I saw a look. Sit to be before computer afresh, that material but the announcement that delay time reports let me light a hope afresh again. The gemmule of the hope blossommed in the heart join extremely big tree, lush and green. Finger is jumpy on clavier, that is growing the flowerpot of tender bud, often draw my look, there is a hope in the heart.
金黄的阳光投在嫩绿的叶片上，小绒毛被镀成了金黄，一棵棵嫩芽散发着可远观而不可亵玩的氛围。阻碍它们向上的土块此时已被掀翻在旁，散发着属于泥土的香气。它们和窗外的景色显然是两种风格，它们简直太富有生机和希望了。我看入了神。重新坐回在电脑前，那则材料可延时上报的通知让我又重新燃起了希望。希望的小芽在心中长成了参天大树，郁郁葱葱。手指在键盘上跳动，那生长着嫩芽的花盆，不时吸引我的目光，心中满溢着希望。
Tender bud is in early spring bud, the hope grows in the heart of cold winter. Hope, such, the break ground of little and piece, such growth.
嫩芽在初春萌发，希望在寒冬的内心生长。希望，就这样，一点点的破土而出，这样生长。(文/钱钰瑄)