Dan Fanhua of day small cloud is little, feeling of gratitude or resentment of worldly all things is much.
天轻云淡繁华少，世间万事恩怨多。
—— preface
——题记
Light breeze companion of Chu Chen is filled with as the faint scent of endless summer circle on eave, the flower is sweet with wind general endless.
初晨的轻风伴随着无尽夏的清香盈绕在屋檐之上，花香同风一般无穷无尽。
I despicable am like withered weed works in this endless summer, fester smell, overrate force ground is looking forward to gentle breeze.
卑劣的我一如在这无尽之夏干枯的野草，溃烂发臭，不自量力地憧憬着微风。
The sun that rises first has not regain consciousness, faint light comes from the maritime space illuminate of distance, scatter on lawn, give them red-blooded the colour with opportunity of survival. The wind of cliff furls the layer upon layer spoondrift of the bank, the wind kiss that come from afar crosses the land since that wind, fall on a tremendous tree to give out rustle noise, be like is to be early morning to cry achieve.
初升的太阳尚未清醒，微弱的光从远方的海域照射而来，散落在草坪上，给予它们充满活力与生机的色彩。悬崖的风卷起岸边的层层浪花，远道而来的风轻拂过那片风起之地，落在一颗巨大的树上发出沙沙声响，似是为清晨鸣奏。
Xia Chan's poem rises again, hanging by a thread. Yue Shifeng chant, accompanying lightsome twitter, saluting the advent of morning breeze.
夏蝉之诗又起，不绝如缕。悦诗风吟，伴着轻盈的鸟鸣声，迎接着晨风的到来。
I stare paper word of a few style or manner of writing, jump over disclosure to get them to be the same as I am euqally despicable. Extremely incongruous color is papered sorrily to be on paper by me, masked despicable character with heavier sin.
我凝视纸上的几行文字，越发觉得它们同我一样卑劣。极不协调的颜色被我拙劣地糊在纸上，以更重的罪孽掩盖了卑劣的文字。
Ah, despicable artist at hand is born piece rot epoch-making work.
呵，卑劣的艺术家手下正诞生出烂到划时代的作品。
Calculated, “ from ridicule be indelicacy lift ” .
算了，“自嘲是下流之举”。
Open a window, wind, eulogizing Xia Chan's song.
打开窗子，风啊，传颂着夏蝉之歌。
Wind consist in the world is aeriform however at the world; Wind represents freedom; Wind is indicative also days, gentle and wispy, die namely in an instant.
风存在于世却无形于世；风代表自由；风也象征时光，轻柔飘渺，转眼即逝。
The journey of wind, do not have terminus forever.
风的旅途，永远没有终点。
The footstep of wind, won't stop forever.
风的脚步，永远不会停止。
I am looking forward to yearning the memory before dying out, the wind-bell that is like head of ancient hall brim embraces the small ring that cool breeze place gives out, fleet cares about knowledge brim.
我憧憬着向往泯灭之前的记忆，一如古殿檐头的风铃拥抱清风所发出的轻响，飘忽在意识边缘。
Pulse is jumped use the one disaster that be like care, it elapses sadly by place of time cause trouble, hate this to lose one's head.
脉搏跃动一如忧厄，它由时间作祟所悄然流逝，憎恨这手足无措。
Wind is to wander in life besides.
风是游走在生命之外的。
I what chase wind am despicable every husband common only child stopped, try in vain to search the terminus of the journey of wind unexpectedly.
逐风的我只是卑劣的凡夫俗子罢了，竟妄图找寻风之旅途的终点。
I still am in this ground of unmanned make inquires infinite straining, looking attentively at bank glazing and colour helplessly gradually come out.
我仍在这无人问津之地无限下坠，眼睁睁注视着岸上光与色彩逐渐褪去。
The wind on the bank, offer me the hope, footloose, it is my yearning about.
岸上的风，给予我希望，自由自在地，是我向往的模样。
My deglutition leaves those feeling, be like me to never pass painfully general. But between the heart that nobody knows to it still wanders in me like wind, I cannot smash my, average like bloodsucker bite is biting rock-firm feeling I, corrode my reason.
我吞咽下那些思绪，就好像我从未苦恼过一般。但是没人知道它仍旧如风般徘徊在我的心间，我无法将其粉碎，坚如磐石的思绪像水蛭一般噬咬着我，腐蚀我的理智。
Because my memory is too poor, memory does not have real sense at me, I can be experienced, have instantly only, with feeling.
由于我的记忆太差，回忆于我没有实感，我所能感受到的，只有当下，和思绪。
My child that experience and does not have bad luck like those can'ts bear commonly, compared with them I had been extremely happy fellow.
我的经历并不像那些倒霉的孩子一般不堪，比起他们我已经是个万分幸福的家伙了。
But the figure that I always give myself to model a poor guy, oneself touch oneself, what disclosure jumps over to give his after be aware of is despicable, meet again not by from already ground birth gives meaningless and dark feeling, overtax his nerves secretly however have no alternative.
但我总是给自己塑造一个可怜家伙的形象，自己感动自己，察觉之后越发觉出自己的卑劣，又会不由自已地诞出无谓而黑暗的思绪，暗自伤神却又无可奈何。
I am used be buried fade serious despicable memory and thought give him restrict one, invocatory rumour.
我用被埋葬到褪色严重的卑劣回忆与思想给自己画地为牢，祈求风声。
Wind sings loudly free tall Tian Zhishi in the sky, the poem of wind heats up my uneasiness and dry counteract, bestow my free light.
风在天空高唱自由的高天之诗，风之诗将我的不安与燥热中和，赐予我自由的光。
I want free like wind, leave immortal poem to request 1000 hearsay to sing.
我想要像风一样自由，留下不朽的诗篇请求千风传唱。
I want brave like wind, chasing after wind, escape the prison that oneself give with despicable memory and scared picture.
我想要像风一样勇敢，追着风，逃出自己用卑劣的回忆和恐惧画出的囚牢。
Never stop journey like wind.
像风一样永不停止旅途。
I wish allow wind is brought, longing becomes a in 1000 wind.
我愿听凭风引，渴望变成千风之中的一缕。
—— is adscript
——后记(文/鲍香宇)