As a child, I am a child that love daydreams.
从小，我就是个爱做梦的孩子。
My constant dreams of him to run on moor, wade on dangerous shoal, in the ascend on cliff. I am in it seems that what pursueing.
我常梦见自己在旷野上奔跑，在险滩上跋涉，在峭壁上攀登。我似乎在追寻着什么。
My friend and I talk about their dream. Some people say to dream of his to become dress stylist; Some people say to dream of his to become an artist. Where is the dream that can you be me? I am very confused.
我的朋友与我谈论他们的梦。有的人说梦见自己成为服装设计师；有的人说梦见自己成为画家。可是我的梦在哪里呢？我很迷茫。
My dream resembles a small chrysalis, hide from beginning to end, do not wish to appear. Until one day, I have Xing Bai to read Zhu Ziqing's essay. I turn over elegant page, smell is worn the fragrance of printing ink, article read classical " moonlight of pond of carry on one's shoulder " , my whole body ases if to be hit by a lightning, all over tremble, both hands trembles slightly, I saw my dream eventually! That script of pure and fresh meaningful is so brilliant, although again all previous classics hundred years, meet as before coruscate gives colorful brightness.
我的梦像一个小小的茧，始终躲藏，不愿出现。直到有一天，我有幸拜读朱自清的散文。我翻开精美的书页，嗅着油墨的芬芳，品读经典的《荷塘月色》，我的全身仿佛被一道闪电击中，浑身颤栗，双手微微颤抖，我终于见到了我的梦！那清新隽永的文字如此灿烂，即使再历经百年，依旧会焕发出华美的光辉。
I think, I saw my dream eventually.
我想，我终于见到了我的梦。
I begin to love to read with writing. I hope to be able to use my sweat, my effort will find my dream, “ garment is taken gradually wide eventually not regret, the disappear that it is Yi gets a person gaunt ” ! But things go contrary to one's wishes, although I am again assiduous measure of land is tired, read, writing, the article that with me that clumsy pen draws up always is the running water account of dryasdust however. I envy other classmates can jealously only. Can you compose the rebuke ——“ of the teacher when attending class after all civil? ! ” makes me awe-stricken shrink back; Your composition writes the derisive ——“ of the classmate when finishing class really soddenly! ” makes me depress.
我开始喜爱阅读与写作。我希望能用我的汗水，我的努力来寻到我的梦，“衣带渐宽终不悔，为伊消得人憔悴”！但事与愿违，即使我再刻苦地积累、阅读、写作，用我那拙劣的笔写出的文章却总是干巴巴的流水帐。我只能眼红地羡慕其他的同学。一次上课时老师的训斥——“你到底会不会写作文？！”使我畏惧退缩；一次下课时同学的嘲笑——“你的作文写得真烂！”使我灰心丧气。
I wanted to abandon, I write a composition is the person find a dream of a failure, double foot always has trodden the stage of unmanned make inquires. I am afraid found the dream that is less than me. I hear the euphonic laughter like her Yin Ling dimly again however, faint the appearance that sees that is absolutely beautiful, her look is paying close attention to me from beginning to end. I hearten again continue to advance.
我想放弃了，我作文是一个失败的寻梦者，双脚总是踏过无人问津的驿站。我恐怕寻不到我的梦了吧。我却又依稀地听见她银铃般悦耳的笑声，隐约看见那绝美的容颜，她的目光始终关注着我。我又鼓起勇气继续前进了。
When all round the classmate is fond of infatuation Xuan Huanyan affection novel, dress up oneself regard as when daily obligatory course Cheng, I however the nutrient of literature of sorption of eagerly ground suck, the elite of devouringly derive meantime. I became an alone person that find a dream. I often go up alone high-rise, covet takes literary route. I get drunk in the novel of Henry of · is in Europe cannot extricate oneself, the croon of word of the Song Dynasty of listen respectfully Tang poetry is shallow sing. In my heart, literature is my sole friend.
当周围同学热衷迷恋玄幻言情小说，把打扮自己当作每日的必修课程时，我却如饥似渴地吮吸着文学的养分，贪婪地汲取其间的精华。我成了一个孤独的寻梦者。我常常独上高楼，妄想走尽文学路。我沉醉在欧·亨利的小说中无法自拔，聆听唐诗宋词的低吟浅唱。在我的心中，文学是我唯一的朋友。
I am dog-tired happy however amid: On classroom, I am brave in to express my view; After finishing class, my ready is consulted to the classmate; In returning the home, I am happy to revise my composition.
我筋疲力尽却乐在其中：课堂上，我勇于发表自己的见解；下课后，我甘于向同学请教；回到家中，我乐于一遍遍修改自己的作文。
My effort had get one's own back eventually: When writing, although I cannot write Yun Jin of machine of all day long, but however can have words, be able to achieve success one way or another. In the classmate, I am peremptory the writing hotshot in becoming their memory.
我的努力终于有了回报：写作时，我虽然无法写成天机云锦，但却能信手拈来，左右逢源。在同学中，我俨然成了他们心目中的写作能手。
I am dreamed of later, a classics of small chrysalis all previous countless cross and harships eventually the butterfly that decay becomes a beauty. Ah! Defeat chrysalis and go out you, what flare on that wing is bright ray, be still the miserable tear that condensing to go?
后来我梦见，一个小小的茧历经无数磨难与风雨终于蜕变成一只美丽的蝴蝶。啊！破茧而出的你，那翅膀上闪耀的是灿烂的光芒，还是凝结着过去的辛酸泪？
I had waned to the close at lights place and you encounter, I will pursue you as always, my literary dream!
我已经于灯火阑珊处与你相会，我将会一如既往地追寻你，我的文学梦！(文/向珂)