I come to “ to you tell a story. ” every time I am wrangling in one's childhood when agreeing to go to school, father sits with respect to meeting tailor-fashion, tell case a few age old job. This can make me quiet really, but I listen not carefully, the eyes waves to outside the window. There still is the feather of a few spadgers there, we are hated to part with cleared, leave them over, hold the post of memory to be permeated with go up in small windowsill. “ this is the most important decision in my lifetime. ” father slightly raise is worn first. Decision? I also have, also be very important.
“我来给你讲个故事。”每当我小时候吵闹着不肯去上学时，爸爸就会盘膝而坐，讲起一些陈年旧事。这确实能令我安静，但我并不仔细听，眼神飘向了窗外。那儿还残留着几片麻雀的羽毛，我们舍不得清除，就将它们留在那儿，任回忆洋溢在小小的窗台上。“这是我一生中最重要的决定。”爸爸微微扬着头。决定？我也有呀，也是很重要的。
“ is then in the second year in high school on me when, be about very quickly to take an examination of an university. But my brotherly sisters leave school in succession already at that time, connect your little father's sister, my little sister also has left the home, far outer ground worked. And your uncle, more far be in Hong Kong. The economic atmosphere in the home however still stagnant. I at that time very hesitant, do not know this what course to follow. ”
“那是在我上高二的时候，很快就要考大学了。但当时我的兄弟姐妹们早已陆续退学，连你的小姑姑，我的妹妹也已经离开家，远在外地打工了。而你的大伯，更是远在香港。家里的经济状况却仍不景气。我当时便十分犹豫，不知道该何去何从。”
Windowsill upper part, have a roost, not big, allow only mom of a bird, carrying its the youngest son, a small spadger. They are constant patronage our balcony, scattering on forage between seminal flowers and trees. Bird mom is right birdie extremely doting. Everyday early morning, that evening camellia finishs already approach petaline, sink the Morpheus of white day, birdie just from the come to in fond dream. The clearest dew is held to wash corrode its feather, boast is in the first warm in relief illumination its fleeciness bird feather on. Bird mom ever tried to allow its flying practice, but it does not learn seriously however, always skip at random between flowers and plants, drowsily lie down comes down.
窗台上方，有一个鸟窝，并不大，只容得下一只鸟妈妈，携着它的幼子，一只小麻雀。它们时常光顾我们的阳台，在撒上种子的花木间觅食。鸟妈妈对小鸟万分溺爱。每天清晨，当晚茶花早已毕拢了花瓣，沉入白日的睡眠，小鸟才从美梦中苏醒。最清澈的露珠被衔来洗蚀它的羽毛，第一缕温暖的阳光照耀在它蓬松的鸟羽上。鸟妈妈曾试着让它飞习，但它却不认真学习，总是在花草间胡乱地蹦跳一阵儿，便懒洋洋地躺倒下来。
I remember that thing happening be being returned in me year young when, grandmother home in the country, there are two the closest elder sisters over there, we rode a car to go up with small town in the village constantly mad play. The countryside in those days, the person is peddled still is very much, children goes on the road, the parent teachs us to want to hold one's breath quiet energy of life, cannot be opposite even the eyes with stranger inspect, especially on large dams, few has signs of human habitation there, the child is must not sheet goes.
我记得那件事发生在我还年幼时，外婆家在乡下，那里有我最亲密的两个姐姐，我们时常骑了车在村子里与小镇上疯玩。那时的乡村，人贩仍是很多的，小孩子走在路上，家长都教导我们要屏息静气，连眼神都不能和陌生人对视一下，尤其是大坝上，那儿寥有人烟，小孩是不许单去的。
“ that day, I eventually encouraged, return the home, say with your grandfather, I do not think ‘ went to school! Grandpa ’ your grandfather asks me seriously, is ‘ true? ’” father is saying, can'ted help laughing. I had answered a god, look at him, “ next, whats did not say your grandfather, just take me to hill. ”
“那天，我终于鼓足勇气，回到家，和你爷爷说，‘我不想上学了！’你爷爷认真地问我，‘真的？’”爸爸说着，不禁笑了。我回过神，看着他，“然后，你爷爷什么也没说，只是把我带到山上。”
Issued very big rainstorm that evening, lightning ases if should tear apart night sky like, thunder wants a glass it seems that also shake broke. Early in the morning rises, chrysanthemum seedling booth is in one bark water, flower bud is sallow. The leaf of pink of late camellia black becomes a very short time is white, the turn that spend lever is folded go down, birdie curl up with cold is in the corner, very sad pattern. When mom goes accumulating the small pond of full sewage, suddenly loudly cry in fear comes out: “ ! ” my Wen Sheng is hurried to, also be the same as terrified is like her there.
那晚下了很大的暴雨，闪电仿佛要把夜空撕开似的，雷声似乎要把玻璃也震碎了。一早起来，菊花苗摊在一汪水里，骨朵儿蜡黄的。晚茶花黛粉色的花瓣变得霎白，花杆弯折下去，小鸟瑟缩在角落里，很可怜的样子。妈妈去倒积满污水的小池子时，忽然高声惊叫出来：“啊！”我闻声赶去，也同她一样怔在那儿。
But we do not believe. A dusk, I and two elder sisters are riding a car to be on large dams go for a walk. The afterglow that day is very beautiful, scarlet as violet as pink composition is interweaving, clear sky is set for it went up light La Bian, nature is none miserly oneself dye, went up to the afterglow that day the most beautiful makeup look. We deflower happily, enjoy the pleasure that rushs down brae, also did not realize risk a bit we, with respect to such little to in going. Greet of a truck, there are a few people that are taking smoke on the car, we sense an uneasiness.
但我们并不相信。一个傍晚，我和两个姐姐骑着车在大坝上溜达。那天的晚霞很美，深红与粉紫作文交织着，晴空为它镶上了淡淡的蓝边，大自然毫不吝啬自己的颜料，给那天的晚霞上了最美的妆容。我们愉快地采花，享受冲下斜坡的快感，一点儿也没意识到危险的我们，就这样一点点向深处走着。一辆大卡车映入眼帘，车上坐着几个抽着烟的人，我们感到一丝不安。
Grandpa “ your grandfather hands my carrying pole, one is plowed, pointing to that big riprap weed to say to me: Don't you think ‘ read? Good, then you go cultivate land, reclaim give a ground, gift is nice feed yourself. ’ I am stupefied at that time, cultivate land? Can the teacher never has taught this, rely on cultivate land subsist all one's life, this are much more painstaking, much duller! I am silent. The following day, I answered the school, made new decision: Must take an examination of attend a college. Later ……” I nod, father says rightly.
“你爷爷递给我一根扁担，一个犁，指着那大片的乱石野草对我说：‘你不想读书？好，那你去种地吧，开垦出一块地，才好养活你自己。’我当时就愣住了，种地？这可是老师从没教过的，一辈子靠种地活下去，该多辛苦，多无聊啊！我沉默了。第二天，我就回了学校，做出了新的决定：一定要考上大学。后来……”我点点头，爸爸说得没错。
Bird mom lies in cistern silently, when we scoop up it, it did not have life already. Birdie understood gradually, mom won't rise, also won't forage to it again, its face is stuck on bird mom's damp feather. We are anxious, how should birdie live later? Abrupt, beat of ground of its do all one can removes wing, it decides to learned to fly! We not by ground exclaim, but come so suddenly that a limelight hits, it dropped to go down, we not by smoked an air conditioning.
鸟妈妈静静地躺在水池里，我们把它捞出来时，它早已没有了生气。小鸟渐渐明白了，妈妈不会起来了，再也不会给它觅食了，它的脸贴在鸟妈妈湿漉漉的羽毛上。我们担忧着，小鸟以后该怎么生活？突然，它奋力地扑打起翅膀，它决定学飞了！我们不由地惊叹，但猛得一个风头打来，它坠了下去，我们不由倒抽了一口冷气。
Aloof, a few evil dogs attacked, we are screaming to go to time run. Compare ran by bike fast, this is common sense, but under exceeding panic and fright, a disorder in my head, arrived by the side of the bicycle, stopped even. Temporarily, 3 people are slow-witted stand in place. At this moment, the watch a general term for young women with the oldest age cried greatly: “ is fast cycle! Fast! ” in those day, no matter she calls tantivy to still cycle, I can be illuminated do. But this is right, we are toing step on at full speed car, fling is declivous, escape to village mouth all the time. The person behind has disappeared. We pant at the same time, look around at the same time all around, the setting sun as before beautiful, we are too busy however attend to, inspect laugh in, it is to survive like fluky with fear after the event.
远远地，几条恶犬扑了过来，我们尖叫着往回跑。骑车比跑步快，这是常识，但极度的恐慌与惊吓之下，我的脑中一片混乱，到了自行车边，甚至停了下来。一时，三个人呆立在原地。这时，年纪最大的表姐大喊了一声：“快骑车呀！快呀！”在那时，无论她喊快跑还是骑车，我都会照做的。但这是对的，我们飞速地蹬着车，急冲下坡，一直逃到村口。身后的人已经不见。我们一边喘气，一边环顾四周，夕阳依旧美丽，我们却无暇顾及，相视一笑里，都是劫后余生般的侥幸与后怕。
You see “ I now, doing the design that oneself like, need not be anxious for bread. Ah, I should feel happy I made right decision really. ”
“你看我现在，做着自己喜爱的设计，不用为了生计发愁。啊，我真该庆幸自己做了正确的决定。”
After a few days, the balcony transmits a Bacchic sound, former the place of incubate moved new resident. This day, our fragrant adjacent takes a walk in chrysanthemum clump when, I observed it carefully. Right, it is it, birdie! It takes off in the again and again in fierce wind, be thrown by firm firm ground again, but it did not abandon, it is certain, its decision is correct. Failure became training, can fly freely in the sky when it when, whether to emerge in its head mom giving a bird's gratified laugh!
几天后，阳台传来一阵喧闹声，原先筑巢的地方搬入了新的住户。这天，我们的芳邻在菊花丛中散步时，我仔细观察了它。没错，是它，小鸟！它在狂风中一次又一次起飞，又被狠狠地摔下来，但它没有放弃，它坚信，它的决定是正确的。一次次的失败成为了磨炼，当它能在天空中自由飞翔时，它脑中是否浮现出鸟妈妈欣慰的笑！
I turn over a book: “ birdie, I even, more try hard to just go! ”
我翻开一本书：“小鸟，我还要，更努力才行呀！”(文/辰郗)