The season of cherry blossom （with picture)

The moment my eyes met up with the close-up shot of cherry blossom, my mind 'clicks'. Childhood memory was weakening under the 'spell' of the cherry blossom. Its stamen radiates away from the pistil. The yellow dots on the top of stamen against the embracing white petals like fireworks warming up the night sky. They chanted at me, " Come on.It's the season of cherry blossom!" Yes. How can I forget? March is the season of cherry blossom.

I saw a little girl walking towards me, in the aisle of cherry trees. The branches of the trees tangle together to form a beautiful flowery arch. Pure white and light pink cherry blossoms are thick yet airy, floating in the air like pieces of cloud, swaying in the wind, and shedding petal rain occasionally. The eeriely beautiful scene is like a dream, the one that one would never want to wake up from.

Yet in reality, it cannot last long. Cheery blossoms are very vulnerable to wind and rain. Often overnight they are gone. Only the petals on the ground can prove their short-lived existence. But deep in my heart, I know they will come back again, next March, and the next. It's a renewal of life in predictable cycles.

[To my own life, I think I hold the same sentiment. I know I will die someday, although I don't know exactly when. Man's life span is known to all of us. Few of us can live to 100. So it's a two digital cycle. I don't necessarily feel sad about it (at least not now). Everyday new lives (not limited to human life)come into this world . Although they are not directly related to me, I accept they are renewal of my life in some way. Who knows where the atoms in my body come from and where they will go after me. Maybe one of them will dwell inside a cherry blossom petal :) ]

突然一个想法跳入我的脑子，如果想在双语的世界中进退自如的话，为什么不从自己的文字开始呢？虽然喜欢英文，但对着自己的语言更有着一种深深的眷念，我想汉语的精深是穷尽今生也无法完全领略的。加之身居国外，如果汉语能力退化，着实是一件很悲哀的事情。作为一个non-native speaker，英文的世界也充满了遨游的空间。因为是自己的文字，所以翻译的时候比较灵活。不过信达雅的信字应该不会偏颇太多，应为无论怎样也是表达的 自己的思想，也可以算作忠实吧（呵呵，这个空子好钻）

译文：

当我的目光落到樱花的特写照片时，脑子里一个激灵，童年的回忆在樱花的“符咒”之下复苏了。那花儿的雄蕊从中心的雌蕊处辐射而出，雄蕊顶端的一个个小黄点 在环绕的白色花瓣的背景中，如同夜空中升腾的烟花，平添了一丝丝暖意。他们对我低吟着：“来吧，到樱花的季节里来吧！”对啊，我怎能忘记3月正是樱花盛开 的季节。

我仿佛看到一个小女孩在樱树的游廊中向我走来，树枝的顶端环绕在一起形成了一个美丽的窿穹。纯白和粉红的樱花厚实而又轻盈，如同云朵般漂浮在上空，随风而动，时而洒落一阵阵的花瓣雨。这奇妙的景色美丽如梦，一个永远不愿醒来的梦境。

然而在现实中，这美景是短暂的。柔弱的樱花经受不住风吹雨淋，往往在一夜之间就离我们而去，只有地上散落的花瓣记录着她们曾经的停留。但在内心深处我知道她们在下一个三月将会再来，在下下个三月。。。。。。这是生命的更新在以我们可以预知的方式循环着。

后记：小时候几乎每年三月都会到武大工作的小姨家去暂住几日，一览校园里颇有盛名的樱花，一直到小姨结婚。后来每年三月的时候好像武大都有樱花节，虽然没有刻意去观赏，但路过仍忍不住驻足片刻。现在，又是樱花盛开的季节了，不知是怎样的情景呢？