Dream, mix into is worn light starlight, mixing the fragrance of green grass and clay, diffusing, elapsing. Sky of 14 years old is fine and transparent, be blown so that whats did not stay by wind, I as before with a kind of alone and firm posture, run quickly to dream the distance of poetic flavour. 14 years old my, have intense emotion, have be thankful, have a dream...
梦，掺着淡淡的星光，和着青草与泥土的芬芳，弥漫着，流逝着。十四岁的天空晴朗而透明，被风吹得什么也没有留下，我依旧以一种孤单而坚定的姿态，奔向梦幻又诗意的远方。我的十四岁，有激情，有感恩，有梦想……
Sea · passion
大海·激情
The early morning after rain is in that way pure and fresh, in air dense slightly damp. Sunshine is aspersed enchantingly to the ground, month, the occupational one party sky that returns be reluctant to part. Prep against morning breeze, stepping mist, we a few babyish not the teenager of fade, driving a car, hum move ditty, roam in the seaside. The blue of full eye shot, be too busy, transparent, pure and quiet. Surfy, chuck is worn heart door leaf, to the secret in our confide sea. We do our utmost forward Fang Chong goes to the ground. Tired, stop, admire see 1000 strike with the palm of the hands 1000 point to hold broken broken sunshine in the palm. Bypass learns the pressure of be used to, flying upwards to the top of one's bent green and particular passion.
雨后的清晨是那样的清新，空气中氤氲着微微的湿气。阳光妩媚地洒向地面，月，还依依不舍的占领着一方天空。迎着晨风，踏着薄雾，我们几个稚气未褪的少年，骑着车，哼着小曲，徜徉在海边。满视野的蓝色，无暇、透明、纯洁而安静。浪花朵朵，轻叩着心扉，向我们吐露大海深处的秘密。我们竭力地向前方冲去。累了，便停下来，仰看千掌千指托起碎碎阳光。撇开学习的压力，尽情飞扬着青春独有的激情。
Warm in relief · is thankful
暖阳·感恩
Sunshine pesters lingering continous come down in torrents, filar silk continuously, the world close-grained suture rises. Mottled tree shadow is mirrorred go up in hoar wall, there is a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in air.
阳光缠缠绵绵倾泻，丝丝缕缕，将世界密密实实缝合起来。斑驳的树影映在灰白色墙上，空气中弥漫着桂花的幽香。
Mom still is doing chore indefatigably, below the set off of sunshine, she blacks hair medium white hair appears unusually harsh. The heart is without omen was prickled, I walk into a kitchen silently, the arm since Lu takes the bowl that is full of oily be soiled, open faucet. Mom is stupefied slightly, the immediately on the face blossoms go out and the smile with this euqally bright sunshine. Underwater acoustic Ling Ling, covered my world the mist that be thankful.
妈妈仍在不知疲倦地做着家务，在阳光的映衬下，她青丝中的白发显得异常刺目。心毫无征兆的被刺痛了，我默默走进厨房，撸起袖子拿起充满油渍的碗，打开水龙头。妈妈微微一愣，脸上随即绽放出和这阳光一样灿烂的笑容。水声泠泠，将我的世界蒙上了感恩的薄雾。
Gu month · dreams
孤月·梦想
Gobble up horizon thoroughly when the night, night, pull open prelusive. Curved month ticks off the cape that destroyed quality of night Chinese ink, look to have a severe of sharp He Ling suddenly, galaxy concealed sunlights, if I look,be less than the future of tender light.
当黑夜将地平线完完整整的吞噬，夜，拉开序幕。弯月勾破了黑夜墨色的斗篷，乍看下有股锋利和凌厉，群星隐曜，一如我看不到温柔光明的未来。
But, dauntless. The desk lamp before the window is enlightening the road of my ahead, stroke exercise gently to go up originally mottled handwriting, collect the first stroke of a Chinese character, figure over and over, the answer rises to surface gradually below the oar of finger, ripple gradually on the face remove a chuckle, mix into is worn light agonized, but without complain, yi Mohui. Age of 14 years old always should have a dream, meet like a incomplete cloud not far 10 thousand lis go embracing the sun, it is the distant place that reachs a dream only.
但，无畏。窗前的台灯照亮着我前方的路，轻抚作业本上斑驳的字迹，拾起笔，演算一遍又一遍，答案在手指的划动下渐渐浮出水面，脸上渐荡漾起一抹轻笑，掺着淡淡的苦涩，但无怨，亦无悔。十四岁的年纪总要有梦想，就像一缕残云会不远万里去拥抱太阳，只为到达梦想的远方。
"Contemplative below the tree, cry in rain, wander in darkness. " what somebody thinks this is youth is all, but such youth is half-baked. Spend the age of season, be full of passion and vigor, also be full of touch, knew be thankful, for the dream, go all out in work hard...
“在树下沉思，在雨中哭泣，在黑暗中徘徊。”有人认为这便是青春的全部，但这样的青春是不完整的。花季的年龄，充满激情与活力，也充满着感动，懂得了感恩，为了梦想，努力拼搏……
This, just be green!
这，才是青春！