Day, sometimes thick be like oil, intense is like wine; Sometimes, be like wind gently, weak be like water.
日子，有时浓如油，烈如酒；有时，轻如风，淡如水。
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——题记
A day of night, I sleep lightly from inside nightmare, go to the front of the window.
一天夜晚，我从噩梦中惊醒，走到窗前。
The Yun Shu outside looking at a window is shallow weak night, umbra confuses the branch that in leaving, sways to be like the devil of make threatening gestures. Frog sound is nodded, cricket bleats, my mood also rises and fall together as night.
望着窗外云疏浅淡的夜，暗影迷离中摇曳的树枝似张牙舞爪的恶魔。蛙声点点，蟋蟀鸣叫，我的心情也随着夜一起起伏。作文 WwW.ZuOwENbA.NeT
A firebug flies to me beside, took me that night of childhood.
一只萤火虫飞到我身旁，将我带进了童年的那个夜晚。
Just ate dinner, I and father hand are pulling a hand, go on alley to take a walk.
刚吃完晚饭，我与父亲手牵着手，走在小路上散步。
The Yu Hui of the setting sun, incarnadine the Bai Yun that loafs about in blue sky, not a little while, bai Yun the afterglow of unreal Cheng Meili, gentle breeze delivers a faint fragrance of a flowers and plants slowly, make the person feels the setting sun is infinite good, father loves never absolutely.
夕阳的余晖，染红了在蓝天中游荡的白云，不一会儿，白云便幻成美丽的晚霞，微风徐徐送来一阵花草的幽香，让人感到夕阳无限好，父爱永不绝。
Going, arrived in the evening.
走着走着，便到了晚上。
The night of summer is so attractive, in azure sky hanging the bright moon high one round, a few scattered star resemble broken silver, show glaring person.
夏天的夜晚是如此迷人，蔚蓝的天空中高挂着一轮明月，一些零散的星星就像碎银，闪闪耀人。
I am attracted by the place of ” of small lantern of a few “ in brushwood, do not listen to father's advice, straight body runs to that, did not notice the ditch of brushwood edge however, dropped carelessly.
我被草丛中的一些“小灯笼”所吸引，不听父亲的劝告，直身向那跑去，却没注意草丛边的水沟，不慎掉了进去。
Father hasty holds me in the arms case, for fear that I am occupied, and I return “ to do not have a heart to do not have lobar ” ground however happy breathing out.
父亲急忙的将我抱起，生怕我有事，而我却还“没心没肺”地乐呵着。
such, father is my hug in the bosom of his that warmth. A biting cold cent is blown, very cold, feel very warm again however, that warm father loves father to resemble inpour of a warm current in my heart, very warm really, very warm ……
就这样，父亲将我紧抱在他那温暖的怀中。一阵刺骨的冷分吹来，十分寒冷，却又感到十分温暖，父亲那温暖的父爱就像一股暖流流进我心中，真的很暖，很暖……
Days is like a sword to urge a person old, time drives a boy like fine horse. Only then expect do not, my grown cost is father unexpectedly is old go.
时光似剑催人老，光阴如骏赶少年。始料未及，我长大的代价竟是父亲的老去。
Be worth first I of 3, the years like gold, like Bai Yu time, be like the rising sun east litre, in resembling early spring, be in bud, the bud of bud of opportunity of survival. The ” of “ black hair that thinks of father goes up that, the furrow of canthus, had the power of effort study.
正值初三的我，黄金般的岁月，白玉似的年华，如旭日东升，像早春中含苞欲放，生机萌发的花蕾。一想到父亲那头上的“青丝”，眼角的皱纹，便有了努力学习的动力。
Day as before one page ground has turned over one page, very wonderful also however in these common dates, because, it let me be experienced thicker than oil, return the father love of intense than wine, be?
日子依旧一页一页地翻过，在这些平凡的日子中却也十分精彩，因为，它让我体会到了比油还浓，比酒还烈的父爱，难道不是吗？(文/筱苒)