Stand still by the window, downstair heavy traffic, bray, Bacchic sound as one falls, broke the Qing Meng of small town. Sunshine is bouncing on car glass, one day of small town began again.
凭窗伫立，楼下车水马龙，喇叭声、喧闹声此起彼伏，打破了小城的清梦。阳光在车玻璃上跳跃，小城的一天又开始了。
Sunshine tenderness Qing Dynasty is shallow, that phoenix tree cultivates the corner of straight arris arris residue point to a sky, the oblique fire with close sunshine comes down, on the earth compose issued broken gold bit a little bit, the excessive in air is moving cool, wind blows the twittering of bird medicinal powder.
阳光温柔清浅，街角那颗梧桐树直楞楞的枝丫指向天空，阳光密密的斜射下来，在大地上缀下了点点碎金，空气中溢动着一股一股的凉，风将鸟儿的呢喃吹散。
On the breakfast booth of roadside fresh the breakfast that gives heat is diffusing aroma. Though be a few common fastfood, basically be to add up to student appetite most. They and a few young associate are driving a car, all the way joyous sound laughs language. Among them many it is very loath in the dream be waked up, sleep the eye went out faintly. Good car is raised before booth, on the flower 35 money fill stomach full. On the street gradually lively rose, office worker people the work that also began one day.
路边的早点摊上新鲜出炉的早点弥漫着香气。虽说都是一些寻常的小吃，最主要是合学生胃口。他们和几个小伙伴骑着车，一路欢声笑语。其中不少是在梦中很不情愿的被叫醒，就睡眼朦胧地出门了。在摊前支好车子，花上三五块钱把肚子填饱了。街上渐渐热闹起来了，上班族们也开始了一天的工作。
Leave midday time, although had entered the autumn, still bring in wind trifling and tepid. Old people is surrounded in street edge play chess, help the daily life of a family, with respect to such fritter away the one time afternoon, waiting to go to the school receiving grandbaby. Bus car rises busily gradually, the pedestrian that go up was taking the road to work on the face daylong exhaustion, there is the longing that come home however in the eye, want to be being driven come home to have dinner together with family. The setting sun is going back on his word not to go, hang horizon, as if hate to part with small town, shine upon is worn multicolored cloud, lackadaisical Yu Hui, use up number to be aspersed in region composition face.
下午时分，虽已经进入了秋天，风中仍带来些许温热。老人们围在街边下棋，拉家常，就这样消磨一下午的时间，等着去学校接孙子孙女。公交车小汽车渐渐忙碌起来，路上的行人脸上带着工作了一整天的疲惫，眼里却闪烁着回家的憧憬，都想赶着回家和家人一起吃晚饭。夕阳赖着不走，挂在天边，仿佛舍不得小城，映照着五彩斑斓的云彩，懒洋洋的余晖，尽数洒在路作文面。
Night is in a day the most lively when, lamp of a small cup shines, illumed night this huge screen, angle plays children be troubled by, the youth makes an appointment with on 35 good friends, in the barbecue of street edge booth chats a little say josh, old people takes a walk in the park, take exercise. Nature is little not square dance aunt, they to the top of one's bent twist waist limb, enjoy nocturnal joy to the top of one's bent.
晚上便是一天中最热闹的时候，一盏盏灯亮起，点亮了夜这个巨大的幕布，孩子们追逐玩闹，年轻人约上三五个好友，在街边的烧烤摊聊聊天说说笑，老人们在公园里散步，锻炼。自然少不了广场舞大妈，她们尽情地扭动腰肢，尽情享受夜的欢乐。
Late at night, originally Bacchic small town entered dreamland slowly, await the arrival of next dawn.
夜深了，原本喧闹的小城慢慢进入了梦乡，等待下一个黎明的到来。
This is small city day after day year answer joys and sorrows of deductive of a year of ground. I can't help thinking, whether to meet someone goes admiring so insipid make fun of wonderfully again; Whether can have figure stand still by the window like me, engrave these on the heart. Life is brash, nature is lasting, time grand insignificant. This kind of comparative enough lets a person shed silent tears. The person is alive work hard all one's life, even if result into very, the life can be enjoyed in busy life, part?
这小城日复一日年复一年地演绎的悲欢离合。我不禁在想，是否会有人去欣赏这样平淡又精彩的戏；是否会有人像我一样凭窗伫立，把这些刻在心上。人生仓促，自然永恒，光阴浩渺。这种对比足以让人潸然泪下。人在世间苦心经营一辈子，纵然功成十分，能够在忙碌的生活中享受生活的，又有几分？
Sunshine, tree shadow, bacchic, the joyous sound of children laughs language, old people smilings face amiably, passerby circumstances or style of departure is hurried, domestic home lights, lamplight issues the meal of the delicious of dense move, these let me be unable to bear or endure take in memorial box, let me be unable to bear or endure enjoy oneself so much as to forget to leave, let me be unable to bear or endure the ground is enmeshed, plaint.
阳光，树影，喧闹，孩子们的欢声笑语，老人们慈祥的笑靥，路人行色匆忙，家家灯火，灯光下氤氲着的喷香的饭菜，这些都让我禁不住收进记忆的匣子，让我禁不住流连忘返，让我禁不住地沉浸，感叹。
Sit beside Shi Qiao, look tiny stream the bluestone with fine running water mottled glide, inverted image a myriad twinkling lights of a city of this bank. Such world in April day, whose be able to bear or endure goes ignore?
坐在石桥旁，看涓细的流水滑过斑驳的青石，倒影这岸边的万家灯火。这样的人间四月天，有谁禁得住去置之不理呢？(文/张舒滢)