“ tick ” , it is time passes; “ tick ” , it is a heart in drop blood; “ tick ”……
“嘀嗒”，是时间流逝；“嘀嗒”，是心在滴血；“嘀嗒”……
Mom brows presseds closely, desire character stops again, change Cheng Yisheng sound to sigh finally. everything what meet with, be full of silent, let fear of the one paroxysm in popular feeling staticly, “ calculated, go off, will rise early tomorrow. ” mom eventually hold back gives a word, rise enter a room, my immediately involved the lamp, get slowly into by the nest, I crouch my body rise, holding doll in the arms, all-overish, my general head is buried into thick by in, breathed ground sobs, why? Why! My achievement is more and more endless the meaning that be like a person. Condition of successional a few exams not beautiful, this the month takes an examination of along with, what can no more I say simply, deep sigh at a heat, go off.
妈妈眉头紧蹙，欲言又止，最后换成一声声叹气。周遭的一切，尽是沉默，静的让人心里一阵发怵，“算了，睡去吧，明天早起呢。”妈妈终于憋出一句话，起身进房间了，我随即关了灯，慢吞吞地钻进被窝，我将自己的身子蜷缩起来，抱着玩偶，浑身无力，我将头埋进厚实的被中，无声地抽泣，为什么？为什么！我的成绩越来越不尽如人意。接连的几次考试状态都不佳，连同这次月考，我简直无法再说什么，长叹一口气，睡去吧。
Answered more than 3, I upstairs approach writing job continuously, catch a glimpse of on the balcony that is in in stair corner however a red. I stop offal pace, past window edge is careful look, it is individual plant Chinese flowering crabapple, planted last year the small Miao Miao below, this year beginning of spring unexpectedly graceful of such already graceful waves in the wind.
回了三余，我直奔楼上写作业，却在楼梯拐角处的阳台上瞥见一抹红色。我停下脚步，往窗边仔细瞧瞧，是株海棠，去年种下的小苗苗，今年开春竟已如此婷婷袅袅的了。
Before going up, collect looks, a of brilliant red, posse is round, tuft forms a cluster, from inside the gradual change outside arriving is red, petaline small roll, the pistil with golden heart a root stands firm straight. Below the flower, set off of a few greenery, cannot help stretching one's hand go touching, the flower of pruning trembled twice, I was frightened jump, that leaf is thin be like cicada's wings, write a composition again tender the skin that is like new student baby, silky, exquisite. Looking, the attitude of that dancing how do not make my heart unripe envy!
凑上前去看，红艳艳的一朵朵，一团团，一簇簇，从内到外的渐变红，花瓣儿微卷，内心金黄的蕊一根根笔直挺立。花下，几片绿叶映衬，忍不住伸手去抚摸，整枝的花朵抖了两下，我吓了一跳，那花瓣薄如蝉翼，又作文嫩似新生婴儿的肌肤，柔滑，细腻。望着望着，那婆娑的姿态怎的不让我心生羡慕呢！
When leaving a floor again, already was the dusk, I move piece of small chair, sit by it, opening the lower jaw, slow-witted be stupefied be stupefied the ground is looking, so the Chinese flowering crabapple of graceful of one individual plant, had experienced failure? meet with, still be become silent, ignore, “ Bi ” , it is the sound that the flower blossoms, so quiet silence, staring at a few fragmentary petal on branch, I gave a look unexpectedly.
再下楼时，已是傍晚，我搬张小椅子，坐在它旁边，撑着下巴，呆愣愣地望着，那么一株婀娜的海棠，经历过失败吗？周遭，仍是静默，忽的，“哔啦”一声，是花绽放的声音，那么地悄无声息，盯着枝条上零星的几粒花苞，我竟出了神。
Fierce, I look up, chinese flowering crabapple, that beauty is like the Chinese flowering crabapple of celestial being, be also come by that small petal? the branch that the rainstorm never presses a turn to cross it? Had pecked its petal by accident without bird? has it done not have trough really?
猛的一下，我抬头，海棠，那美如仙的海棠，不也是由那小小的花苞而来的么？难道暴风雨从未压弯过它的枝条？难道没有鸟儿误啄过它的花苞？难道它真的没有过低谷？
I can't help emerging at the moment give a scene to come, lie between 3 difference 5 ground, the grandfather is about to work on the balcony, clip branch, water unplug careless. After retiring oneself, he is more busy instead, appear on the market, cook, raise flowers and plants, can fancy the idea that the grandfather expends on Chinese flowering crabapple of this individual plant, let its decay become so good look, of course, little also not the effort of oneself of Chinese flowering crabapple.
我眼前不由得浮现出一幅景来，隔三差五地，爷爷就要在阳台上忙活一阵，修剪枝条，浇水拔草。自退休之后，他反而更加忙了，上市场，煮饭，养花草，能想象爷爷在这株海棠上费的心思，让它蜕变成这般的好模样，当然，也少不了海棠自身的努力。
Decided a god, I stand, feel the heart is Anacreontic all the more, I am certain, below the company of father mother and support, adjust position, I of roam problem sea will surely be like a Chinese flowering crabapple general, blossom sadly ……
定了神，我站起，觉得内心格外明朗，我坚信，在爸爸妈妈的陪伴和支持下，调整状态，遨游题海的我定能如海棠一般，悄然绽放……(文/吴妤婕)