I sit on the desk of window edge, what the in relief illumination outside the window shot desk to go up is potted, on the page that mirrorred me. Sway gently as gentle breeze, the person that little leaf likes elegant dance on my page is swinging dance appearance -- at this moment, my seem heard the song that sunshine is accompanying for them...
我坐在窗边的书桌上，窗外的阳光照射到了书桌上的盆栽，映到了我的书页上。随着微风轻轻吹拂，幼小的叶子在我的书页上犹如优雅的舞者摆动着舞姿——这时，我好似听到了阳光在为她们伴奏的曲子……
The sound in memory is pounding me ceaselessly -- no matter how I exhaust main ground goes again,can recollect, still be extremely hazy. This gently the sound that push the door again me from memorial lira come out: "Younger sister, chicken broth comes cough up! " my maternal both hands is carrying a bowl, drumstick leans in bowl edge, she is put on my desk gently, put my book submit a written statement to a higher authority to sign, close, put in aside. Handed the chopstick I. "Take the advantage of heat to drink " , everything is so orderly.
记忆里的声音不断冲击着我——可无论我再怎么用尽全力地去回忆，仍是朦胧不堪。这轻轻的推门声再次将我从记忆里拉了出来：“妹，鸡汤来咯！”我的母亲双手端着碗，鸡腿靠在碗沿，她轻轻放在我的书桌上，将我的书放上书签，合起，放在一旁。将筷子递给了我。“趁热喝吧”，一切都是这么的有序。
The hot vapour of chicken broth keeps atttacking my cheek, my dip removes one spoon, blow drink below. Very hot keenly feel and sweat meaning simultaneously billowy and into, make my cannot help doing sth.
鸡汤的热蒸汽不停地攻击着我的脸颊，我舀起一勺，吹了吹便喝下。烫的痛感与汗意一齐汹涌而入，使我身不由己。
That voice came again -- the brains that develops me.
那个声音又来了——冲上我的头脑。
"How long do you want ability adjustment to come back after all oneself condition? "How long do you want ability adjustment to come back after all oneself condition??
“你到底要多久才能调节回来自己的状态？”
"But I do not have method! I cannot accept her departure! " I always am used " choose time to me again " the incapacity that will conceal oneself for excuse, outside the door that the person that my general covet helps me closes, countless times the ground is immersed in him to make the vicious circle that come out.
“可我没有办法！我无法接受她的离开！”我总是用“再给我点时间”为借口来掩饰自己的无能，我将妄想把我拉出来的人闭之门外，无数次地陷入自己制造出来的恶性循环。
You always can mention I previously, also constant " you seemed to change " hang in mouth edge. To this I always also laugh and not language, perhaps reply can helplessly occasionally: "Do not have method cough up, time do not go. " sentence look be like unmindful faint response, what there am me inside is unwilling with anger, sentence deep feeling resembles crying out soundlessly in succession, make me guttural and hoarse. Then, it was lighted again...
你总会提起以前的我，也常把“你好像变了”挂在嘴边。对此我也总是笑而不语，或者有时候会无奈地回答：“没办法咯，回不去啦。”一句句看似漫不经心的无力回应，里面藏着我的不甘与愤怒，一句句感慨就像一声声无声的呐喊，使我喉咙沙哑。于是，它又燃起来了……
I raise a head, wiped the sweat on the face. Look at the leaf that is puffed by wind, but it goes up without the page that mirrors me again, I am inaudible also their rustle makes sound. Because cry out billowily in my brain at the moment,had built them already.
我抬起头，擦干了脸上的汗水。看着被风吹动的树叶，可它没有再次映到我的书页上，我也听不见它们的沙沙作响。因为此刻我脑海中汹涌的呐喊早已将它们盖过。
My enclasp the both hands that is frozen stiff already then.
我握紧了那早已被冻僵的双手。
I also did not drink chicken broth to fall, slowly, cool also...
鸡汤我也喝不下了，慢慢地，也就凉了……