Small town
小镇
Shut-eye awakes, the familiar hammock greet outside the window, I slightly one shake, immediately thrill, arrived! I came home eventually! More than in the day that I leave home the eyebrow eye in home town of the depict in the heart, that is Bai Xue enclothe south the forceful pine on hill, it is full full moon round when be hanged on branch, it is the bright book sound that transmits in the classroom of alma mater, more at the back of the hospital a simpatico Xiaolou. They are the fetter of I and home town, a be me hold read aloud, a affection is thought of, the remotest corners of the earth also is accompanying me, embroil is worn I, let me whenever He De can happy tell oneself, I still have the hug of home town and warmth after one's death.
一觉醒来，窗外熟悉的小丘映入眼帘，我微微一震，随即一阵激动，到了！我终于回家了！在我离家的日子里不止一次的在心中描摹家乡的眉眼，那是白雪覆盖的南山上挺拔的苍松，是挂在枝桠上的一轮饱满的圆月，是母校的教室中传出来的朗朗书声，更是医院后面一排和蔼可亲的小楼。它们是我与家乡的羁绊，是我的一缕执念，一抹情思，天涯海角也伴随着我，牵连着我，让我无论何时何地都能幸福的告诉自己，我身后还有家乡的拥抱与温暖。
Discover suddenly, oneself do not like a city more and more, blatant, stream of people, footstep, neon lamp, resemble one magnify net, and desire, pressure can let a person hurl oneself willingly into the net, one defect again defect, broke finally first heart.
突然发现，自己越来越不喜欢城市了，喧嚣、人流、脚步、霓虹灯，就像一张大网，而欲望、压力会让人自投罗网，一陷再陷，最后失了一颗初心。
Cannot go to Beijing again because of epidemic situation this year, in the ancient capital that is full of glamour in that, the place of 2/3 lets me flinch, the person is too much, too noisy, I will be irritated, up to now the quietest place that I had reached, the likelihood is national library! Sea of place oneself book, again noisy person also is met solemn and respectful come down, go lay a finger on those characters, go savouring the thing with literal more difficult backside. Regrettablly I am not full at that time 13 one full year of life, cannot sit in the one feast one's eyes on in book sea.
今年因为疫情不能再去北京，在那座充满魅力的古都里，三分之二的地方让我望而却步，人太多，太吵，我会烦，至今我到过的最安静的地方，可能就是国家图书馆了吧！置身书海，再吵的人也都会肃穆下来，去触碰那些文字，去品味文字背后更深的东西。可惜当时我未满13周岁，不能坐在书海中一饱眼福。
Xi Linhao is special although be a small town only, but have enough temptation fetching swallow the bait. And my home town, a small town child, those who having a city to do not have is honest with carefree, slow and life rhythm of warmth lets here compare be accepted more easily anyplace. This also may be why I am in after experiencing different city life, all what still having deep love for home town reason.
锡林浩特虽然只是一个小城市，但有足够的诱惑引人上钩。而我的家乡，一个小小的镇子，有着城市没有的淳朴与悠闲，慢而温情的生活节奏让这里比任何地方都更容易被接受。这可能也是为什么我在体会了不同的城市生活后，依然热爱着家乡的一切的原因吧。
Year flavour
年味
Will spend the New Year tomorrow, time passes really quickly, before you can say Jack Robinson escaped another year. Although the tear in this year always compares laugh many somes, what the regret also comes than happiness is faster, but those each days, each months, still be worth each years to be commemorated. Go on bustling ave, everywhere excessive is worn year of thick flavour, roadside butcher places touchdown to spread out, buying bright red lantern, festival couplet, bulk word of differ “ blessing ” , still all sorts of formative calves carry a lantern to adorn meantime, broadcast with the candied shop opposite side " lucky come " echo each other at a distance, prosperous.
明天就过年了，时间过得真快，转眼间又一年溜走了。虽然这一年中泪水总比笑声多一些，遗憾也比美好来得的更快，但那每一天，每一月，每一年仍然值得被纪念。走在熙熙攘攘的大街上，处处都溢着浓浓的年味儿，路边小贩摆着地摊，买着大红的灯笼、喜庆的对联、大小不一的“福”字，还有各种造型的小牛手提灯笼点缀其间，与对面糖果商店播放的《好运来》遥相呼应，红红火火。
Driveway, traffic light is compared any when want busy —— to go out outer person comes back to receive New Year with family, small town child, often also can block a car up unexpectedly these days. Head on the temperature that the wind that stroke comes to is taking filar silk spring, cold last year firn, be melted by the warm this world of New Year gradually, small town is lively rose, lively rose, vibrant rose. In the joyous laugh of New Year I am holding a cup of plum juice in both hands, carrying what just bought is fastfood, the pace is lively rose, gentle breeze and sunshine are being pestered, pushing me all the way before row, look, that familiar fade lubricious blue gate, I can't help running. This year with next year between, I at a gallop; Be in babyish with maturity between, I at a gallop; Between failure and success, I at a gallop. Nevertheless, run in me tired when, the gate of that blue is being opened wide for me, give me one party world, allow me to rest momently.
马路、红绿灯比任何的时候都要繁忙——出门在外的人都回来与家人迎接新年，小小的镇子，这几天居然也会经常堵车。迎面拂来的风带着丝丝春天的温度，去年寒冷的积雪，渐渐被新年的暖阳融化，小镇欢快起来了，热闹起来了，生机勃勃起来了。在新年的欢笑声中我捧着一杯酸梅汤，提着刚买的小吃，脚步轻快起来了，微风和阳光纠缠着，推着我一路前行，望到了，那扇熟悉的褪了色的蓝色大门，我不禁跑起来了。在今年与明年之间，我奔跑着；在幼稚与成熟之间，我奔跑着；在失败与成功之间，我奔跑着。不过，在我跑累了的时候，那扇蓝色的大门为我敞开着，给我一方天地，容我一刻休息。
Push blue entrance door, cross a garage, I am developing the mom that upstair balcony suns clothes, cry breathlessly:
推开蓝色的大门，穿过车库，我冲着在楼上阳台晾衣服的妈妈，气喘吁吁地喊道：
“ Mom, I came back! ”
“妈，我回来了！”(文/李蕙林)