In today's holiday， the thoughts turned me into a long memory of childhood， has been fast over the past three decades， but also vividly recall some of the past， then I have about seven or eight， or a non－harmonic world of the little girl． At that time we lived in the flat－topped green－tile－roofed house， I remember every summer night， we have the whole family to enjoy the roof， I lie on the warm embrace of her mother， the look of the stars in the sky， listening to her mother in heaven on earth story． I like to listen to the beginning of hieroglyphics， the feeling of singing a lullaby in her mother， often unknowingly have already gone to sleep on． Later， with the age of growth， the strengthening of understanding， I like to listen more and talk about the beautiful mother of the fairy tale， and the Weaver Girl Cowboy myths and legends of the most spoken mother， every time I even heard it with relish， such as Chi， such as drunk， especially to hear the Queen Mother cruel vicious Bob used to draw a Galaxy， and the Cowboy love for one another， Weaver isolation， I always feel depressed， broke down in tears． I often naive eyes wide open looking at the starry night sky， and strive to search for that galaxy， in an effort to find the two sides of the Milky Way and Weaver Girl Cowboy figure， often lingering in my mind and the Cowboy Weaver meet Bridge scene That is how ah sad scene

在今天这个节日里，思绪又把我带进了久远的儿时记忆里，虽已过去快三十年了，但想起某些往事还历历在目，那时的我也就七、八岁，还是一个不谐世事的小女孩。那时我们家住的是平顶的青砖瓦房，记得每年夏季的夜晚，我们全家都去房顶乘凉，我躺在妈妈温暖的怀抱里，仰望着满天的繁星，听妈妈讲述天上人间的故事。我一开始象听天书一样，感觉妈妈在唱一首催眠曲，经常不知不觉迷迷糊糊就进入了梦乡。后来，随着年龄的增长，理解力的增强，我越来越喜欢听妈妈讲述那美丽动人的神话故事，牛郎和织女的神话传说妈妈讲得最多，我每次竟也听得津津有味、如痴如醉，尤其听到妈妈讲狠毒的王母娘娘残忍地用发簪划出一条银河，把彼此相爱的牛郎、织女横空隔离的时候，我总是黯然神伤，泪流满面。我经常天真地瞪大眼睛望着夜空中的繁星，努力搜寻那条银河，努力在银河的两岸找寻牛郎和织女的身影，我的脑中经常萦绕着牛郎和织女鹊桥相会的情景，那是怎样悲伤的场面啊：深情相拥，抱头痛哭，难分难舍。

Time flies， Sharpen years，． Now I'm no longer a naive past that a little girl； no longer have unrealistic fantasies； no longer believe there is Cowboy， a Weaver； no longer in the evening of July 7 to gaze mosquito bite to put up with the next， waiting to listen to the Cowboy and the Weaver Girl ， sweet talk． No longer believe in the love story Love will Tear Us Apart， perhaps in heaven there is no supernatural pyrotechnics did not eat， only real human on the ground， right? The sky or the world worth mentioning， I still believe that the Red in 1000 through the same love．

时光荏苒，岁月磨砺，物是人非。现在的我已不再是过去那个傻傻天真的小女孩了；也不再抱有不切实际的幻想；不再相信有牛郎，有织女；也不再傻傻地在七月七日晚上，去葡萄架下忍受蚊虫盯咬，等待聆听牛郎和织女的卿卿我我、甜言蜜语。不再相信天上人间的爱情故事，也许天上根本就没有不食烟火的神仙，只有地上实实在在的凡人吧?天上也好，人间也罢，我还是相信红尘中的千亘不变的爱情。

love， no matter where， no matter what time it is the most sensitive of human life， the most through the theme of solid， is one of the oldest and most fresh topic eulogize man of letters is the subject of chant． But also the several sums up the world the true meaning of love， the essence of love? What is love? All the smart people the world together， one can not love those who do not feel that what it is； and it is for those who feel love and does not require any interpretation of a word． It seems that love is a noble and elegant abstract noun， it can not tolerate the desecration of other people， the true meaning of love has always been the same， in different interpretation of the speaker， under interpretation of the ever－changing posture． We can close their eyes and ask ourselves the feeling has been realized that the love in the meaning of life， whether or not have our own understanding， and then we thought－out plan that： love is love， love is love， in addition， it is what is not， but one thing it can be concluded that love is a beautiful never able to finish my speech！！

爱情，不管它在哪里，不管它在什么时候，是人类生活中最敏感、最亘固的主题，是最古老而又最新鲜的话题，是骚人墨客讴歌吟咏的对象。但世间又有几人能道出爱的真谛，情的本质?爱情是什么?世上所有聪明人加在一起，也无法向一个感受不到爱情的人说明它是什么；而它对于感受到爱情的人，又不需要任何一个字来诠释。如此看来，爱情是一个典雅高贵的抽象名词，容不得别人去亵渎它，爱情的真谛始终如一，在不同的演说家论释之下演绎出千变万化的身姿。我们若能闭上眼睛，问问自己的感觉，是否已体会到了爱在生命中的意义，是否已有了自己的领悟，然后我们胸有成竹地说：爱就是爱，情就是情，此外，它什么也不是，但有一点可以断定，爱情是一则永远也说不完的美丽！！

alcohol concentration found out， loved to re－informed． One does not have the courage to face their own feelings of calm， is sad and pitiful． Not loved or loved one who lives in his curriculum vitae is a blank page is an incomplete person． And a genuine person who loved or loved， his life is colorful， is a satisfactory enrichment． This is a human no matter how good pyrotechnic ah， the world precisely because there is love， human love， in my heart with blood， chest having dreams． Therefore， we have　be read the night． A combination of soul and physical beauty are intertwined， it is you and I call real life． The world if there is no love， it is how ah lonely． So we all have the courage to declare to the world： love I love， no regrets！！