Who top-ranking firebug light is as if turn, a bright is the Milky Way that you bring me.
一流萤光是谁的宛转，一片璀璨是你带给我的星河。
Book just like one cellar firewater, long store hind still send out a continuously a faint fragrance.
书宛如一窖烈酒，久储后仍散发出缕缕幽香。
To me student of this Qian Qian, the book is like 3 spring warm dawn gets the better of the scorching sun in sorching again. Break up, stroke the horn side some knitted gently, feel the heart is installed. Be in " toward Hua Xishi " in, because,be " ancient bronze mirror slightly " next obstruct look of the meeting puzzle with but. A cold water " I " interest is irrigated entirely destroy, allow to had been delimited in the sky by the sun quite a while, see sign irretrievable ground die. "Another name for Guangdong Province from Pan Gu, give birth to Yu Taihuang. " the setting sun forward on the west wall, to year the Lu Xun of young ignorance, the scenery of canalage, attain attain can have been to the 5 Chang that come in the pan of time concealed goes, do not leave a bit mark. But father lets me endorse but memory however remain fresh in one's memory. This is " toward Hua Xishi " in to Lu Xun hard of efface questioningly.
对我这个芊芊学子而言，书似三春暖的晨光又胜炎炎中的骄阳。翻开，轻抚有些皱了的边角，便觉得心安。在《朝花夕拾》中，是因为《鉴略》下阻挠看会的迷惑与无奈。一盆冷水把“我”的兴致全部浇灭，任由太阳在天空划过半晌，看影子无可挽回地消逝。“粤自盘古，生于太荒。”夕阳朝着西墙，对于年幼无知的鲁迅而言，水路的风景，臻臻至至的五猖会已经在时间的淘洗中隐去，不留下一点痕迹。但父亲让我背书但记忆却记忆犹新。这是《朝花夕拾》中对于鲁迅难以抹去的诧异。
" camellia daughter " in Margaret leaves A Ermang final written language is be hit by tear wet. Former days of girl complexion ruddy the grand of a short while Jing that is the world, be fond of the awkwardness in song great theater, the understanding of countryside of cloth auspicious made of baked clay Er. It is small Zhong Ma give common people best to dedication explanation. Girl appearance is ghastly, the sentence that write writes down did not have sequel eventually. The light in the eyes is the candle that dangers, little went out, till the last hour of life. of high Nie of incorporeal bath fire, in the eternal life in people heart.
《茶花女》中玛格丽特留给阿尔芒最后的文字是被泪水打湿的。往日少女面色的红润是人间的片刻惊鸿，喜歌大剧院中的尴尬，布吉瓦尔乡下的理解。是小仲马给世人对于奉献最好的诠释。少女容貌惨白，执笔写下的句子终于没有了后续。眼神中的光是殆尽的蜡烛，一点点熄灭了，直至生命的最后时刻。高贵的灵魂浴火涅槃，在人们心中永生。
Each had looked " ordinary world " the person can be the arousal on loess ground, the soul that continues to run uses a facial expression. On this simple world, again little light also is smooth, again bromide people the Gaoguang hour in also having their life. Pass through this book of massiness, what I see is the person that every time struggles repeatedly in the depth of affliction, every time because of new a favourable turn recovery newborn person, after every time falls, fumble in silent night but the person that won't abandon. We are unripe and ordinary, but this book tells me, the fire of star, it is to go up formerly the most beautiful scenery.
每一个看过《平凡的世界》的人都会为黄土地上觉醒，继续奔跑的灵魂动容。在这片朴素的世界上，再微小的光也是光，再平凡的人们也有他们人生中的高光时刻。透过这本厚重的书，我看到的是每一次在苦难深处反复挣扎的人，每一次因新的转机而重获新生的人，每一次跌倒之后，在寂静的黑夜里摸索但不会放弃的人。我们生而平凡，但这本书告诉我，星星之火，是原上最美的风景。
Is the book fireworks? Blossom to go up in curtain of night Dan Cui gem. The book is a shooting star, had delimited horizon, how-to my ongoing direction. Beside your, what I cast a city is blatant, it is you gave one party Sukhavati.
书是烟火吗？绽放在夜幕上但璀璨。书是流星吧，划过天际，指引我前进的方向。在你的身边，我抛开了城市的喧嚣，是你给了一方净土。
The book is advent a bundle of light in my world, enlighten the journey of my life. Firebug is smooth not as good as your as if turn, the Milky Way not as good as your bright.
书籍是降临在我世界中的一束光，照亮我人生的路途。萤光不及你的宛转，星河不及你的璀璨。
The book enlightens my world.
书籍照亮我的世界。