Home, to me, it is the speech of a piece of the meal with one goluptious desk, easy bed and a care, they are the harbour when I am tired out. And mental home, it is that bundle of flaxen lamplight, still a circumfuse is worn Mo Xiang's book, they are when I am alone, solace my heart.
家园，对我来说，就是一桌可口的饭菜、一张舒适的床和一袭关心的话语，它们是我疲惫时的港湾。而精神家园，就是那束淡黄色的灯光，还有一本充溢着墨香的书，它们在我孤独时，慰藉我的心灵。
That bundle of lamplight that talks about yellow arrives to be accompanied from beginning to end greatly as a child beside me. Do not leave do not abandon.
那束谈黄色的灯光从小到大始终陪伴在我身边。不离不弃。
In one's childhood Xia Ye. Impetuous heat always offends life be disgusted with, and the land that small yard managed to become us to enjoy the cool ideally then in the home. The Xia Yening in those days is static auspicious, every climb the top of head to go up when the moon when, mom can take out two small chairs, I sit in front, mom sits at the back, my body lies in mom's bosom, looking at that bundle of flaxen lamplight before the door. Listening to mom or give me taletelling, or say to me everyday fun, or it is whats do not say, just sitting in that way, the bug in brushwood people also be in lying, those who enjoying this happiness is moonlight. And the cicada that bends over to go up in the tree was asleep unexpectedly, ceaseless still give out cry to come, added a few minutes of pleasure for this night. Now and then galaxy also is met round lunar mom, listening to her to relate pleasant story probably. I look at that bundle of flaxen lamplight before the door, gave a look gradually, is thinking it to also be in taletelling of eavesdrop moon mom? I look at that bundle of lamplight, that bundle of lamplight also looks at me, make my heart was full of flaxen halcyon, sad and amiable angry of a day, also was died out to be in lamplight. Gradually, late at night, blurred gradually at the moment, but those flaxen brightness, indefatigable however, still jubilate over jumping ……作文 WwW.ZuOwENbA.NeT
小时候的夏夜。躁热总是惹人生厌，而家中那处小小的院落就成了我们理想的乘凉之地。那时的夏夜宁静又祥和，每当月亮爬到头顶上时，妈妈就会拿出两把小椅子，我坐在前面，妈妈坐在后面，我身躺在妈妈的怀中，望着门前那束淡黄色的灯光。听着妈妈或给我讲故事，或给我说每天的趣事，又或是什么也不说，只是那样坐着，草丛中的虫儿们也在躺着，享受着这美好的月夜。而趴在树上的蝉儿竟睡着了，还不停的发出呼声来，为这个夜晚添了几分乐趣。偶尔群星也会围着月亮妈妈，大概在听她讲述动听的故事吧。我看着门前那束淡黄色的灯光，渐渐出了神，想着它是不是也在偷听月亮妈妈讲故事呢？我看着那束灯光，那束灯光也看着我，使我的心灵充满了淡黄色的宁静，一天的哀愁和气恼，也就被泯灭在了灯光中。渐渐的，夜深了，眼前逐渐模糊了，但那些淡黄色的光亮，却不知疲倦，仍然在那里欢喜的跳着……
Again later, I was brought up gradually, also forgot to once had accompanied that bundle of my flaxen brightness gradually, till that day in the evening ……
Composition
In the evening, in the still of night when, I lie on the bed, fall asleep hard again and again, I had a body, turn on the lamp before the bed, look to the window outside, only inky night sky is mixed now and then a few has sailed cars. Immediately, a loneliness emerged mind. Incorrect, my fix eyes on looks, still have the light with road flaxen both sides, although crossed so much year, although I forgot them already completely, they are silent beside me still wait. That momently, of the heart perplexed as if with loneliness vanish completely, the heart was full of that again flaxen. Warmth emerges mind, I am slow-witted stand before the window, that bundle of the eye is orthoptic flaxen lamplight, the float in brain is revealed when a variety of. I laugh, face about, shut the lamp. Returned a bed to go up again. Just this I am not an alone person. Late at night, the person is static, that bundle of flaxen lamplight, standing silently on the ground, await …… patiently
再后来，我渐渐长大了，也逐渐忘记了曾经陪伴过我的那束淡黄色的光亮，直到那天晚上……
作文
晚上，夜深人静的时候，我躺在床上，翻来覆去难以入睡，我起了身，打开床前的灯，看向窗外，只有漆黑的夜空和偶尔几辆驶过的汽车。顿时，一股孤独便涌上了心头。不对，我定睛一看，还有道路两旁淡黄色的灯光，即使过了这么多年，即使我已经完全把它们忘了，它们还在我身边静静的等候。那一刻，内心的迷惘与孤独仿佛烟消云散，内心再一次充满了那淡黄色。温暖涌上心头，我呆立在窗前，眼睛直视着那束淡黄色的灯光，脑海中浮现出儿时的种种。我笑了笑，转身，关上了灯。又回到了床上。只不过这次我不是孤单的一个人。夜深，人静，那束淡黄色的灯光，在地面上静静地站立着，耐心的等候……
Again later, sweet hover of my mental home Chinese ink, the literature also went. I ever had been read " history write down " , exclaim the despotic rule of Yu Yuqin king, han Xin's heroism; Ever also had read " fly southeast the peacock " grief loves the chilly beauty of affection at Jiaoliu, be immersed in deeply among them cannot extricate oneself. Ever still had read " historical novel of the Three Kingdoms " plaint the great talent and bold vision at Zhuge Kongming, make Sichuan country becomes from a little known Xiaoguo can mix, Wei San divides the world. The book enriched my heart, church my “ day goes be good at, gentleman with constantly strive to become stronger. ” church my “ sky will fall to hold the post of greatly then person also, suffer from its heart annals first surely, fatigue its bones and muscles, hungry its body skin, empty lack its body, what its are travel stroke chaos. ” church my ……
再后来，我的精神家园墨香萦绕，书籍也走了进来。我曾读过《史记》，惊叹于于秦王的暴政，韩信的英勇；也曾读过《孔雀东南飞》哀伤于焦刘爱情的凄美，深深陷入其中无法自拔。还曾读过《三国演义》感叹于诸葛孔明的雄才大略，使蜀国从一个名不见经传的小国变得能和吴、魏三分天下。书籍充实了我的心灵，教会了我“天行健，君子以自强不息。”教会了我“天将降大任于是人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤，空乏其身，行拂乱其所为。”教会了我……
My mental home, it is that bundle of flaxen lamplight and that circumfuse move Mo Xiang's book, lamplight accompanies me to grow, the book gives my knowledge.
我的精神家园，就是那束淡黄色的灯光和那充溢着墨香的书籍，灯光伴我成长，书籍授我知识。(文/赵洪翰)