翻译成英文呗 谢谢 .....急用.......

我的家乡——白城市，位于东北科尔沁草原，以前这里的树木，郁郁葱葱的景象，现在冬天的季节，没有任何踪迹。只有狂风夹着雪花在空中飞舞，皑皑白雪的晶莹，落满这座城市的各个角落。夜晚的空中没有星辰，只有浓浓的云雾，裹着大衣人们的身影，踏着厚厚的积雪，步履艰难的行走，夜色风雪的路上，寒颤着所有生命的轨迹，降雪染白了大地，人们走过的地方，身后留下串串的脚印，每一个脚印，都把根基夯实，才能顶住落雪狂风的侵袭。我的家乡白城，倾尽了多少心血，走过多少人生路，有多少梦里的牵绊，绿色的森林，肥沃的土地，在童年的心里，早已筑成长城万里。而今一目了然的视野，所能见到的是荒凉景象，狂风拥着沙尘遍野，只有远行高飞的雁鸣，留下一声声的叹息。我的家乡城市，旧了时日的美好，绿色的风景渐渐地隐遁，离开我们的视线，走出人们的心里，不知花好月圆何处，只有空中的雁叫声远去，树叶的斑驳色，透出层层的锈迹。我的梦里家乡城市，期盼东方的阳光，或有我们的希冀，挥洒着那缕缕的温暖，湿润了脉脉的含情，待放的花蕾滴落晶莹。
风雪倦了，天空云层减退，夜里枕着寒星，不知不觉的睡去。凝固了的空气，没有摇曳的气息。灵魂走过雪夜，又是一季的风景，你的背影何时出现，砰然的心跳，梦里有了你的眷恋，难忘你的印记，心中数着星星，遥远的距离，夜色的窗前，恍若有你的身影，不再是唏嘘的梦吧。
等你的每一天，岁月沧桑，人生风雨，只是执着的前行，一色的江水，平静的心态，无悲无喜。跋涉着生命之旅，在时空中穿行，苍凉的世界，寂寞的夜晚，灯前伴着明亮的心情，读你纯情的心。在我笔下的段落，有无清瘦的字句，那是来之心海浪花的澎湃。只有干干净净的心理，夜色里缄默，等待着有你到来的夜晚，定又是一处斑斓的春华秋实。
时光流逝，苍老了容颜，倦屈的身影，隐去年少的梦，卷曲了你若仙的容颜，树上枝杈间纤细的柳丝，拂去多少岁月的风尘。望着你远去的背影，又是一年的冬去春来，潺潺的流水东去，伴着老去的面容。人生不怕年龄老，就怕人虽年轻，心却早已老矣！

有梦着的人，就有幸福的追求，没有追求的人，就如没有生命。今生有你，共舞世间灿烂。

在我夜里无眠，思念你的时候，你就在我心里。没有你在身边，独斟杯中醉，想你的时候，我的世界你不会远离。
不知道，新一年的路口，你是否还在等我？还有多少个明天，还有多少的希望。不知道，我的灵魂里有你，是不是你的心里曾经有我。多少次感动，多少次交媾，我们的故事成了转身，离别的背影，下次相会时，是否你还记得，我们曾经有过相聚风景的美丽。
你的背影，随着列车的启动，缓缓走出有你的车站，你渐渐远去，我的视线模糊中有你，只是片段的清晰画面。虽距离那么远的路程，很难再相见，但靠近你的时候，心里有太多的珍惜，不能任意放逐，放纵自己的涂鸦，就会淋湿了精彩的画面，如窒息夜色里空气的流动，那么会漫向天宇，飘散曾经的美好，那么，我的心会很痛，很痛！等着涅盘新的生命，即使沟壑万千，依然等待你，烟雨江南春如绿，有我们爱的约定，情的寄托，一腔热血的情绪，缠绕着我们幸福的梦。
执笔为了你，你的背影在我心里，远去的人，韶华了我的记忆。思忆往事的经历，曾经的月下情愫，悄然藏于键盘中的文字抒发，感叹人生美好，不再有悲泣的场景。云淡风轻的金秋，让我们牵手，走完生命中的路，把喜悦苦涩，欢乐与悲伤凝聚成云雨，缭绕与你我的梦，期待染遍绿水青山！
又是一年风景，依然有梦的唏嘘。

My hometown -- are alleviated, is located in northeast well-kown horqin grassland, before the trees, lush sights, now winter season, no trace. Only gale snowflakes were flying in the air, the glittering and translucent, fall farenheit filled in every corner of the city. The night sky no stars, only thick mist, wrapped coat people figure, stepping thick snow, romania-but walking, night snow on the road, chills with all life track dyed, Snow White of the earth, and people taken place left its footprints, behind every step, and laid a foundation to resist wind solidify, like snow in the attack. My hometown bai cheng city, draining much efforts, through many life, how many dreams of trap, green forests, fertile land, in childhood, already built the Great Wall the hearts of thousands of miles. Now clear vision, can see is desolate scene, winds hugged the dust everywhere, only travel goofy's wild goose chirps, leaving eclogue sigh. My home town, the good old days, green scenery gradually shadowmeld, leave us line of sight, out of the hearts of men, don't know where the painful, only the air wild goose quack far away, the leaves, give the mottled color layer of rust. My dreams, hope home town east of sunshine, or have we always, dispense with that while plumes of warm, moist the exquisite momaihanqing, stay put bud distill glittering and translucent.

Snow flagged tired, the sky clouds drop, night pillowed the plucking exceedingly senti-mental and unknowingly sleep. Solidified of air, without swaying breath. Soul through snowy day, it is a season of the scenery, you figure when appear, bang however heartbeat, the dream has your attachment, unforgettable your signs, heart counting the stars, distant distance, of the night before the window, so have you figure, is no longer lady-in-waiting of dreams.

Waiting for you every day, years of vicissitudes, life rain, but persistent line, color of the river, quiet state of mind, no sorrow no wedding. Travelling the trip of life, in time and space travel, desolate world, lonely night lights before with bright state of mind, read your pure heart. In my descriptions of paragraphs, and presence of thin words, that is to the central sea waves roar. Only clean of psychology, night silent, waiting for the coming of night, have you set another place multicolored literary attainment.

As time goes by, wrinkle the skin, tiredly flexor figure, hidden last year, curly a little dream you if fairy appearance, the tree branches LiuSi between slim, brushed the dust how many years. Looking at your side of figure, is a year come, rippling stream eastward, accompanied the old to face. Life is not afraid old age, they fear, though young heart old!

Dream of the people, the pursuit of happiness, not pursuing, as does not have the life. This life dance with you, splendid world.

In my sleepless night, thinking of you, you are in my heart. Without you in the side, alone pour cup drunk, think of you, my world you won't go away.

Don't know, New Year of intersections, do you still wait for me? And how many tomorrow, and how much hope. Don't know, my soul in you, what is your heart once had me. How many times touched, how many times, our story became shallow turned round, parting figure, next time meet, whether you remember, we had together the beautiful scenery.

Your figure, as of train's start-up, slowly out of the station, you have your moves away my view of fuzzy have you in, just clips clear picture. Although distance so far away, it is difficult to meet again, but close to you, have a heart of much treasure, cannot arbitrary banish, indulgence of graffiti,'ll get wet wonderful picture, such as choking night air movement, then to the sky, will beheath withiur once happy, then, my heart be very painful, very painful! Waiting for nirvana new life, even gully diversity, still waiting for you, YanYu JiangNaChun such as green, we love the agreement, the feeling of consign, one cavity warm blood emotions, clinging to our happiness dream.

Authored for you, your figure in my heart, far away, may my memory. Think yi past experience, had the next month sincere feeling, quietly hidden in the text expresses, exclamation keyboard, have no longer life is good sobs scenes. There the golden, let us hand, finish walking in the life road, bringing joy bitter, joy and sadness converge into yunyu, curl up with you my dream, expect dyed green mountains over!

Another year of lady-in-waiting of scenery, still a dream.
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