On the road of life, I slowly before row, road both sides, kind full tree, I am destined to encounter with them.
人生的道路上，我缓缓前行，道路两边，种满了树，我注定和它们相遇。
Still remember that Chinese toon in the courtyard when just moving cultivating, that is spring, chinese toon is so green, the awaken of spring is abundant, send out a pleasant fragrance. Few points place has not sprouted, few points bud returns tender move. We are in that day, select next Chinese toon part of a historical periods, fry at will, mix, vernal flavour is completely in house. Of summer it more flourish, branches and leaves is like hold back to wear to grow strongly forth, upgrade is long, grow toward Gao Li. Now and then the tree on the kitten bumps folded a few branch, a few leaf, also a bit disappears to be wiped then green decrease half minutes. If I have drawing board at that time, do not need much, 3 kinds of color are enough, the day with blue tile, the wall with black ash, and a fresh verdure, brush go down, be this green led the lease of life that come between heaven and earth. Autumn? Winter? It has begun deciduous leaf. Sometimes blast has been blown, rustlingly, that is wiped green in, be mingled with yellow, eventually one, form a pile form a pile the ground fell, show from the back on dilapidated made of baked clay wall and wall thickly dotted sere boston ivy. Heaven and earth becomes farther, but a snow makes everythings on earth is attributed to again pure. Perhaps, when snow is changed, we can pick shoot of next bunch bunch Chinese toon again, fry at will, mix, vernal flavour is completely in house.
犹记得刚搬家时院子里那棵香椿树，那是春天，香椿就那么绿着，春意盎然着，散发出好闻的香味。有几处地方还没有出芽，有几处芽还嫩着。我们就在那天，摘下椿叶，随意一炒，一拌，屋中就满是春天的味道。夏天的它更加的茂盛了，枝叶似憋着一股劲地往前长，往上长，往高里长。偶尔小猫上树撞折了几根枝条，几片叶子，也丝毫不见那抹绿减少半分。如果当时我有画板，不需多，三种颜色就够，瓦蓝的天，灰黑的墙，以及一抹新鲜的翠绿，一刷下去，天地间都是这绿色带来的生机了吧。秋？冬？它已经开始落叶了。有时一阵风吹过，簌簌地，那抹绿中，夹杂了黄色，又终于一片一片，成堆成堆地落了，露出后面破败的瓦墙与墙上密密麻麻干枯了的爬山虎。天地变得更远了，可一场雪又使万物归于纯净。也许，雪化之时，我们就又能摘下簇簇椿芽，随意一炒，一拌，屋中就又满是春天的味道。
Chinese toon is cultivated again southward, without 56 paces, be fig composition. I piquant like to rip the leaf of fig, rip, breakage of the predestined relationship there has white juice to appear, then circuit of that leaf roll into, get together white juice in at the same place, can write on other leaf. Xia Chu, fig has if really. It is green still I am picked, pick, bite, discovery is not ripe, pass two days to be picked again then, be very happy with it. Mom example I: You see “ that fruit, pick to you, a few to still have? ” I can be picked completely before it is ripe almost, remain 9, good collected a hand not easily. Squashy, taste, natural flavour is completely in the mouth.
香椿树再往南，没有五六步，就是无花果作文了。调皮的我喜欢撕无花果的叶子，一撕，那边缘破损处便有白色汁液冒出，于是把那叶子卷成一圈，把白色汁液聚在一块儿，可以在其他叶子上写字。夏初，无花果便有果了。它还青着我便摘，一摘，一咬，发现不熟，于是过两天再摘，乐此不疲。妈妈训我：“你看那果子，给你摘的，还有几个啦？”我几乎能在它熟之前全摘了，剩下一两个，好不容易收了手。熟透了，一尝，嘴里满是自然的味道。
Grandmother home has a pomegranate tree. Say well and truly, it is tree of a pomegranate, and I am only favorite that one. Its limb circles and go up, labyrinthian and rough, I like to climbing vimineous swarm, sit in a sinuosity, visit a day, look at pomegranate leaf. Pomegranate spends brilliant red, those who be like a bride is red marry the garment, but me more those who look forward to is pomegranate. That apical, nobody picks arrive, also do not have a person to pick. Children often more loving at lower pomegranate. Although its bead is small, acerbity, but we still keep picking, contend for again, grab again, that acerb pomegranate, in also making our heart clinking delicate.
姥姥家有棵石榴树。准确的说，是一排石榴树，而我只中意那一棵。它的枝干盘旋而上，曲折不平，我喜欢攀着枝条爬树，坐在一个弯曲处，望天，望石榴叶子。石榴花红艳艳的，好像新娘的红嫁衣，可我更盼望的是石榴。那顶上的，没人摘的到，也没有人摘。孩子们往往更钟情于下层的石榴。尽管它粒小，又酸，可我们还是不停地摘，又争，又抢，那酸涩的石榴，也就成为了我们心中无上的美味了。
That tree, , be like sentient, be like can recount. Their branches and leaves sways the rustle noise that give out, those who recount, it is this paragraph, the story that accompanies with me.
那树，一棵棵，似有感情，似会诉说。它们枝叶摇摆发出的簌簌声响，诉说的，就是这一段段，与我相伴的故事啊。(文/韩明妍)