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1、又是一年拙政雨 Another Year of Rain at the Humble Administrator’s Garden
一 Part I
初秋，细雨霏霏，连日霪雨冲淡了天空，也冲淡了我游玩的兴致。但当我面对拙政园沧桑的大门时，仍是不由得钻入雨中。
In early autumn, a fine drizzle drifted ceaselessly; days of unbroken rain washed out the sky and diluted my zest for sightseeing. Yet standing before the weathered, time-honored gates of the Humble Administrator’s Garden, I could not help stepping forward into the rain.
入园子，映入眼帘的便是大片“迩延野绿，远混天碧”，晶莹的水珠点缀其上，在朦胧的天色下越发明亮。疏朗明净的水面旁便是素雅恬淡的临水榭，古朴清幽的气氛立刻让人赞叹，池水静悄悄地载着昔日的繁华和今日的兴盛，流淌着。池的那头是长廊回曲，亭榭错落，在今天仍焕发出新鲜的生机。在青石板上迤逦前行，俯身嗅到了青苹的芬芳，我不禁驻足良久，神游物外。
Entering the garden, I was greeted by a broad expanse of “wild green stretching near, blending with the blue sky afar,” dotted with crystalline water drops that shone all the brighter beneath the hazy sky. Beside the clear, open water stood the simple, serene Waterside Pavilion; its quiet, old-world atmosphere immediately inspired admiration. The pond flowed silently, bearing the prosperity of both the past and the present. Across the water were winding corridors and scattered pavilions, still full of fresh vitality today. Following the blue-gray flagstones, I bent down and caught the fragrance of green water plants. I could not help lingering for a long time, my thoughts drifting beyond my surroundings.
二 Part II
沿着青石板走，沿路欣赏着历朝历代的名家字画，心胸为其荡涤得开阔至极。这时，我不经意地在石阶的尽头瞥见了一片令人惊骇的残骸：一棵棵树底下，落满了被雨水摧残而下的花瓣，“晓来雨过，遗踪何在？一池萍碎。”我见到如此荒凉的景象，胸中自无苏轼“不恨此花飞尽”的心怀。这些花瓣早已丧失了身居树梢时的美丽，片片残破不堪、不忍直视。秋雨啊，你既然滋润万物，又为何要打落下“二分尘土”呢？
Following the flagstones, admiring calligraphies and paintings by masters of past dynasties, my mind was washed into expansive breadth. Just then, at the end of the stone steps, I casually caught sight of a startling ruin: beneath the boughs lay scattered petals torn down by rain—“Morning rain cleared, where are the traces? A pond of shattered duckweed.” Beholding such desolation, my heart lacked Su Shi’s detachment of “mourning not the fallen bloom.” These petals had long forfeited the splendor they wore on the branches, torn and heartbreaking to look upon. O autumn rain, since you nourish all living things, why must you cast down “two parts dust”?
一阵风袭来，我不住想抓住几片花瓣，但它们顷刻间便无影无踪了。我在望不到边际的小路上茫然前行，面对这尽丽极妍的景物惨然一笑，心中不禁涌现出无限惆怅。这些花草看似明媚，实则也只不过是这个世界的匆匆过客。人何尝不是这样呢？今日意气风发的我，也终有一天会像这花儿一样被时光抛弃。“夫天地者，万物之逆旅也。”李白可谓得之。
A gust whipped past; I instinctively reached out to grasp a few petals, but in an instant they vanished without trace. Wandering aimlessly along the boundless path, facing this exquisite scenery with a bleak smile, infinite melancholy welled within. These blossoms appeared radiant, yet in truth were mere transient guests of this world. And are not mortals the same? The spirited youth I am today will also one day be discarded by time like these flowers. “Heaven and earth are the tavern of all things.” Li Bai truly captured it.
三 Part III
默默低头前行，不觉已行至拙政园的听雨轩。这是园主人最爱之地，目可赏蒙蒙雨景，耳可听潇潇雨声。轩前有一泓清水，植有荷花，池边参差点缀着数丛翠竹，芭蕉。“流光容易把人抛，红了樱桃，绿了芭蕉。”这是蒋捷在千年前的感悟。而我站在昔日主人一样的位置，倾听着轩前雨水的叮咚作响，有一种熟悉的感觉穿越历史的长河而来，涌上心头。那是园主人王献臣对自然风光的热爱与向往，穿越岁月，与我会面。
Walking with head bowed, I arrived unawares at the Listening-to-Rain Pavilion—the master’s most cherished retreat, where eyes savor misty vistas and ears drink the murmuring rain. Before the pavilion lay a pond of limpid water planted with lotus, fringed by scattered clusters of verdant bamboo and broad plantains. “Time readily abandons man—reddening cherries, greening plantains.” Such was Jiang Jie’s lament a millennium ago. Standing where the ancient master once stood, listening to the plinking rain before the pavilion, a familiar sensation crossed the river of history to flood my heart. It was Wang Xianchen’s love and yearning for nature, transcending the centuries to commune with me.
静静听雨，我重新用发现美的眼光环视四境，雨打落花瓣的同时，打不走王献臣思想的精魂；时间在带走他的同时，也为我们留下了一座美丽的拙政园。中华五千年岁月长河，哪些人已成为冢中枯骨，为人遗忘；又有哪些人名垂青史，流芳百世？就是看他们为后人留下了多少珍贵馈赠！于是乎云：花是谢了，她的芬芳有人记得；斯人已逝，他的精神亘古长存！
Listening quietly to the rain, I surveyed the grounds with fresh eyes: while the rain dashed petals to the earth, it could never wash away the essence of Wang Xianchen’s soul; though time claimed him, it bequeathed to us the magnificent Humble Administrator’s Garden. Across five millennia of Chinese history, who has turned to forgotten dust in the tomb, and who has achieved immortality in historical annals? It all hinges on what enduring treasures they bequeathed to posterity! Thus it is said: the flower withers, but her fragrance is remembered; the man has passed, but his spirit endures forever!
四 Part IV
雨隙，一缕阳光破空而出，将背后石刻字画照着熠熠生辉。我回望良久，随后满心欢喜地走出拙政园的大门。前方，有阳光的指引，一幅崭新的画卷正向我徐徐展开。
Through a rift in the rain, a beam of sunlight broke through, bathing the stone carvings and calligraphy behind in shimmering radiance. I gazed back for a long time, then stepped through the gates with a joyous heart. Ahead, guided by sunlight, a brand-new scroll was gently unfurling before me.
身后，细雨重又淅淅沥沥地降下。烟雨朦胧间拙政园依旧伫立于斯，恰似依托他的姑苏古城，在喧嚣中冷眼看尽一代代的喜怒哀乐。
Behind me, the drizzle resumed its soft patter. Amidst misty rain the garden stood timeless, much like the ancient city of Gusu that embraces it—gazing with detached serenity upon the joys and sorrows of generation after generation.
2、平凡小事的背后——我身边的美德故事 Behind Ordinary Trifles: Stories of Virtue Around Me
古人曰：“勿以善小而不为，勿以恶小而为之”。 美德，是一种力量，更是一种财富。一个有品德的人，就会被人称赞，尊重和信任。在当今社会上许许多多的人，为人诚恳，脚踏实地。他们一直延续着中华民族传统美德，他们的行动点亮了这个世界，就如茫茫夜晚中的一盏明灯，在指引着我前行。
The ancients said: “Do not fail to do good because it seems small; do not do evil because it seems petty.” Virtue is a power, and even more, a treasure. A person of moral character earns praise, respect, and trust. In contemporary society, countless individuals remain earnest and grounded. They carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation; their deeds illuminate this world like a beacon in the boundless night, guiding my path forward.
有一次，我走在街上时，看到一个抽着烟的中年男子站在街旁，脸上充满凶气，狡诈的眼睛来回扫视着街上来来往往的人，犹如一只饥肠辘辘的恶狼。这时，一位年轻美丽的女子走了过来，身上穿戴的都是名牌。男人一看就眼红了，当女子走到他面前时，男人一个箭步把她挎着的包抢在手上，然后用敏捷的脚步准备逃走。这时好几个年轻力壮的过路男子看到小偷，急忙了追上去。那小偷一看形势不对，飞快逃了几步，可还是被人们一把抓住了。人们将小偷送到了公安局，街上的人纷纷围住那几位见义勇为的好人，不停的称赞他们。
Once, while walking down the street, I saw a middle-aged man smoking by the roadside. His face looked fierce, and his sly eyes scanned the passing crowd like those of a ravenous wolf. A beautiful young woman then approached, wearing designer brands from head to toe. The man grew covetous at the sight. As she reached him, he lunged forward, snatched the bag from her shoulder, and prepared to run away with nimble steps. Several strong young men passing by saw the thief and hurried after him. Realizing that things were going against him, the thief ran a few quick steps but was still caught. People took him to the police station, while those on the street gathered around the men who had bravely intervened and kept praising them.
正当女子问他们要什么报偿时，他们却不约而同地摆摆手，笑着走了……这虽然不是什么惊天动地的大事，可他们的精神值得我们学习发扬。
When the woman offered a reward, they waved their hands in unison, smiled, and walked away… Though not an earth-shattering event, their spirit is worthy of emulation and promotion.
“人的生命是有限的。可是，为人民服务是无限的，我要把有限的生命，投入到无限的为人民服务之中去。” 相信每个人不会不熟悉这句话。雷锋精神像春风一样拂过了我们的心灵，播下了乐于奉献、乐于助人、争做文明使者的种子。
“A man’s life is finite, but serving the people is infinite; I wish to devote my finite life to the infinite cause of serving the people.” Surely no one is unfamiliar with these words. The spirit of Lei Feng sweeps across our hearts like a spring breeze, sowing seeds of selfless devotion, mutual assistance, and civic grace.
小区里那位清洁工就是乐于奉献的化身。每天，当天蒙蒙亮时，那一阵阵“刷、刷、刷”的扫地声就唤醒了沉睡中的小区。无论春夏秋冬，无论刮风下雨，他就像时钟一样，准时地出现在城市的每一个角落，把我们居住的小区打扫得干干净净。他有着一头灰白的头发，那张满是皱纹的脸上写满了岁月的苍凉。那双紧握扫把的手啊，又粗又短，可能是成年累月劳作的缘故，看上去像一把弯曲着的铁耙。他亲切地与大家打着招呼，露出的笑容是那么的质朴与满足……望着他黝黑的皮肤和略显疲惫的身影，一种感激之情油然而生。
The cleaner in our residential complex embodies a willingness to give. Every day, when the sky is just beginning to brighten, the repeated “swish, swish, swish” of his sweeping wakes the sleeping neighborhood. In every season, in wind or rain, he appears as punctually as a clock in every corner of the city, cleaning our residential complex thoroughly. His hair is gray-white, and his wrinkled face bears the desolation of the passing years. The hands gripping his broom are thick and short, looking like a bent iron rake—perhaps because of years of work. He greets everyone warmly, his smile so simple and contented… Looking at his dark skin and somewhat tired figure, I feel gratitude well up within me.
他那拂入心田的美好，总带给我久久的温暖。
The quiet beauty he brings into my heart imparts lasting warmth.
古人曰：“青青翠竹，皆是法身；郁郁黄花，无非般若。”只要用心，生活中的美德不胜枚举。我暗暗下定决心，为弘扬中华传统美德，传承华夏文明，做出我应该做的贡献。我将悉心观察生活中的点点滴滴，成为一个有道德的青年。
The ancients said: “Lush green bamboos are all the Dharma body; radiant yellow chrysanthemums are nothing but Prajñā.” As long as one observes with heart, virtues in life are legion. I resolve to make my humble contribution toward carrying forward traditional Chinese virtues and Huaxia civilization. I shall observe every detail of daily life with care, striving to become an upright, virtuous youth.
3、过年了 Celebrating the New Year
当踏上一段五小时的归途时，当夜晚人们点燃烟火时，当亲朋好友来家中拜访时，我便意识到——过年了。
When I begin a five-hour journey home, when people set off fireworks at night, and when relatives and friends visit our home, I realize—the New Year has arrived.
当你全家团聚于饭桌前时，当你感受到温暖、幸福时，你，是否注意到身边孤独无助的孤寡老人呢？
While gathered with family around the feast, enveloped in warmth and bliss, have you ever noticed the solitary, helpless elders living nearby?
“老奶奶，我来了！”我与妈妈带着水果来到一间似乎有些凄凉的老屋子。
“Grandma, I’m here!” My mother and I brought fruit to an old house that seemed somewhat forlorn.
这个老奶奶已经一个人生活十五年了……
This elderly lady had lived entirely alone for fifteen years…
老奶奶望着墙上的照片，渐渐低下头，循声望来：“哦！你们来了啊！快坐快坐。”
The elderly lady gazed at the photograph on the wall, gradually lowered her head, and looked toward the sound of our voices: “Oh! You’ve come! Sit down, sit down.”
“你先陪奶奶聊会儿，我去做饭。”妈妈拍了拍我的肩膀。
“Keep Grandma company for a while; I’ll go and cook,” Mom said, patting my shoulder.
我的目光落在老奶奶的手，她似乎紧握着什么。
My eyes fell upon Grandma’s hands; she seemed to be clutching something tightly.
没等我开口问，老奶奶便将手摊开。原来，是一张照片。“哎，十五年了……十五年了啊！”
Before I could ask, she unfolded her palm—it was a photograph. “Alas, fifteen years… fifteen years already!”
那张照片是黑白的，随着时间的流逝，照片似乎有些模糊不清。这么多年来，自从知道这位奶奶是一个人，我和妈妈都会来看望她，可她一直看这墙上那张照片流泪……
It was a black-and-white photograph that seemed somewhat blurred with the passage of time. All these years, ever since we learned that this elderly lady lived alone, my mother and I had visited her, but she kept looking at the photograph on the wall and weeping…
“饭好喽！”妈妈从厨房探出头来。
“The food is ready!” Mom called, poking her head out of the kitchen.
我便扶着老奶奶来到餐桌前。
I gently guided Grandma to the dining table.
老奶奶望着饭桌上的那一盘番茄炒蛋，夹起一块番茄。我看到老奶奶的手在抖，她抬起头的那一刻，我看到了，两道眼泪。
Gazing at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she picked up a slice of tomato. Her hand trembled, and when she looked up, I saw two streams of tears.
“她，她以前最喜欢我烧的番茄炒蛋了……我以前忙着工作，没时间照顾她，现在想和她在一起，都，都不可能了。呜呜……”老奶奶彻底崩溃了，小心翼翼地从口袋里拿出那张照片。
“She… she used to love my scrambled eggs with tomatoes most… Back then I was swamped with work, with no time to care for her; now when I long to be with her, it’s… impossible. Boo-hoo…” Grandma broke down completely, gingerly withdrawing the photo from her pocket.
我仔细一看，与墙上的照片一样。那是一张很多年前，她与女儿拍的唯一一张照片，也是，最后一张照片。
I looked closely: it was the same as the photograph on the wall. Taken many years earlier, it was the only photograph of her with her daughter—and also the last.
据说，十五年前，她女儿陪她过完年后，再也没有了消息。当时村里的村长还托人找她的女儿，可一丝线索也没有。所有人只好放弃。
It was said that fifteen years earlier, after her daughter had spent the New Year with her, there had been no further news of her. The village head had even asked others to look for the daughter, but there was not a single lead. Everyone had no choice but to give up.
“十五年了，我都在这等她。我，我相信她会回来，会回来……”老奶奶看着照片痛哭。
“Fifteen years I’ve waited here. I… I believe she will return, she will come back…” Grandma wept over the picture.
我不由也随之流泪，这份执着的亲情打动了我。
Tears sprang to my eyes as well, profoundly moved by this unyielding familial devotion.
我开始回忆这十三年来：我的爸爸妈妈，将我拉扯大，我不但没有回报他们，却抱怨他们没时间陪我，抱怨他们的教育方式有问题。
I began looking back over these thirteen years: my parents had raised me, yet not only had I failed to repay them, I had complained that they had no time to spend with me and that their way of bringing me up was flawed.
春节，本是亲人团聚，本是快乐幸福的。但是，很多人却不去关心他们的父母、他们的长辈们。他们要的不是你从外地打来的钱，不是你快递过来的衣物。他们，要的是，你们的陪伴。此外，也请你们陪陪身边的孤寡老人，他们缺少爱。过年了，给予他们爱吧！让他们过一个幸福的新年吧！
The Spring Festival is meant for reunion, joy, and warmth. Yet so many fail to care for their parents and elders. What they yearn for is not wired money or parcels of clothes from afar—what they crave is your presence. Furthermore, please spend time with solitary elders around you; they are starved of love. With the New Year upon us, give them love, and grant them a blessed holiday!