The most beautiful world in April day, we come to countryside wild. Horsebean grew ” of “ cat ear, oily cauliflower changed gold armour, willow girl is combing continuously long hair. We come to countryside wild, search vernal fun.
最美人间四月天，我们来到乡野间。蚕豆长出了“猫耳朵”，油菜花换上了黄金甲，柳树姑娘梳理着缕缕长发。我们来到乡野间，寻找春天的乐趣。
The interest of ” of “ cat ear
“猫耳朵”之趣
I and father mother ramble are in countryside is wild, overgrow of road both sides horsebean is beautiful. Mom is carrying eyebrow to say to me: Do you know “ , horsebean flower still grew You of ’ of ' cat ear! ”“ what? ! I call ” aloud. Mom raises the dot of a green, resemble the small funnel of a green. I take the small ear on mother hand, to whiffet of that small cut. Of “ toot ” waved I am auditive, general like Zhu Di, resemble birdie again light fragile twitter, wow! The ” of “ cat ear that horsebean grows but really interesting!
我和爸爸妈妈漫步在乡野间，路两旁长满了蚕豆花。妈妈挑着眉对我说：“你知道吗，蚕豆花还长出了'猫耳朵’呦！”“什么？！”我大声喊道。妈妈举起一个绿色的小东西，像一个绿色的小漏斗。我拿起妈妈手上的小耳朵，对着那个小口子轻轻一吹。“嘟”的一声飘进了我耳朵，像竹笛一般，又像小鸟儿轻脆的鸟鸣，哇！蚕豆长出的“猫耳朵”可真有趣啊！
Break the interest with land belonging to one production unit but enclosed in that of another altar
破坛插花之趣
An another oily cauliflower cropland appeared before our. That one thousand of another golden oily cauliflower seem is filled with the golden butterfly of 100, be like a clothing that makes with gold to wrap around to go up in fecund land again. Well, how is there a thing there? Walk into one look, oh, it is a shabby wine jar so. I and father inspiration dash forward now, in unplugging below a few oily cauliflower are inserted into broken jar together. Ah, have a poetic flavour unexpectedly! Golden oily cauliflower is inserted in broken jar, oily cauliflower instant illumed this broken jar, just like writes a composition the canvas of an essence clever unsurpassed. At the moment, everything beside becomes so harmonious, so sweet. Father takes a mobile phone, the record leaves this interesting hour. Broken altar is land belonging to one production unit but enclosed in that of another, become useless to be treasure, become humble to be elegant, really interesting!
我们的眼前出现了一片又一片的油菜花田。那一片又一片金灿灿的油菜花好似成千盈百的金蝴蝶，又似一层用金子做的衣裳披在肥沃的土地上。咦，那儿怎么有一团棕色的东西？走进一瞧，哦，原来是一个破旧的酒坛子。我和爸爸灵感突现，便一同拔下几根油菜花插进破坛子中。呵，竟有一丝诗意！金灿灿的油菜花插在破坛子中，油菜花瞬间点亮了这个破坛子，宛如作文一幅精妙绝伦的油画。此刻，身边的一切都变得那么的和谐，那么的温馨。爸爸拿起手机，记录下这有趣的时刻。破坛插花，变废为宝，变陋为雅，真有趣！
The interest of cake of willow leaf booth
柳叶摊饼之趣
Going, we go hungry, I offer to let cake of leaf of willow of grandfather and my booth. I fold below a few wicker, pick below a few Liu Xie, willow Xie Ru is the same as a small jade. I am taking these small jade, gallopped kitchen, start work with the grandfather the Liu Xie that make spreads out cake goes. Pour flour into water above all, agitate becomes paste mushy. Pour small jade into panada paste again, small like each eye embeds Liu Xie to be papered in panada in. Pour oil into boiler, paper willow leaf paste next in pouring boiler along boiler wall. My every other can turn a few seconds booth cake, let its figuration. Cake waiting for booth when half figuration, put chopped green onion again. Huang Xiang's fragile booth cake has done such one gold nugget, olivine alternate with, lubricious fragrance completely. The grandfather says, this is us a cate that every tomb-sweeping day eats surely. Did not think of willow Xie Ji is good-looking delicious, still do not have a sense one time, really interesting!
走着走着，我们都走饿了，我便提议让爷爷和我一起摊柳叶饼。我折下几根柳条，摘下几片柳叶，柳叶如同一颗颗小玉石。我带着这些小玉石，飞奔到了厨房，和爷爷动手制作柳叶摊饼去了。首先把面粉倒入水中，搅拌成糊糊状。再把小玉石倒入面糊糊中，柳叶像一个个小眼睛嵌在面糊糊中。把油倒入锅中，然后把柳叶糊糊沿着锅壁倒入锅中。我每隔几秒钟就会转一次摊饼，让它成形。等摊饼半成形时，再放入葱花。这样一块金黄香脆的摊饼就做好了，黄绿相间，色香味俱全。爷爷说，这是我们每个清明节必吃的一道美食。没想到柳叶既好看又好吃，还别有一番意义，真有趣！
Between “ drunk beauty in April day ” , bath is worn spring breeze, we are lost in in ordinary plant, we are lost in broken altar is land belonging to one production unit but enclosed in that of another in, we are lost in in the cake of willow leaf booth of have a distinctive flavour, we are lost in the most beautiful country is wild a ……
“醉美人间四月天”，沐浴着春风，我们沉醉于不起眼的植物之中，我们沉醉于破坛插花之中，我们沉醉于别有风味的柳叶摊饼之中，我们沉醉于最美的乡野间……(文/马晨昱)