中文:

　　种瓜,有花有叶有实,很诱人.春天,孩子找来了几粒种子,颜色土黄,状如小指甲,表皮网络凸起,全不似冬瓜、西瓜、南瓜的籽儿.它到底能结什么瓜,是一个迷离的梦.不管!想想来日瓜棚下收获的喜悦,我就赶忙在院角播种了.

　　瞧,小生命伸开油绿的巴掌,拱破地皮儿了!我的心也随着膨胀起来.那些日子,在潇潇春雨里,我谛听它细长身肢舒展的声音；在盛夏的熏风里,我观察它伸出卷须时,生命的颤动.浇水呀,施肥呀,松土呀,搭架呀,小心侍候到夏末,见到小黄花儿了!看它擎着黄亮的铜喇叭,吹着收获的序曲.我想入非非了,想到瓜儿的硕大、沉重和甜味……

　　万万没想到,赶到纽儿(指瓜果等刚结的果实)长大,却是几个苦瓜!

　　我播种希望,收获了失望；我渴望甜香,得到了苦涩.我叹息,我懊恼,我自责.但我转念一想,苦瓜毕竟也是收获呀!南方人不是很喜欢吃苦瓜吗?它的样子挺特别：好似披了青蛙皮的纺锤.颜色是绿中透黄,黄里含橙.剖开表皮,裹着种子的是血红的瓤子.是不是它浸了我的苦辛,吮了我的心血,才生得这般模样呢?也许是的.

　　忽然我的思绪飘远了：大自然有苦瓜、苦茶、苦杏仁；人世间,一辈子在事业上苦斗,但未尝过庆捷甜酒的人,总是有的罢?他们为后人在岔路口插了若干“此路不通”的木牌.失败者生命的轨迹,为成功者提供了捷径.失败使后人变聪明.还有,谁能断言,苦后不甜?你瞧,在漫长的航程里,苦海、苦船,可远方总有彼岸.蜜蜂在哪采了苦粉,别歇翅,定会找到甜香四溢的花园.而且,有趣的是,苦瓜瓤竟是甜的?看来,苦中有甜,艰辛的劳动中有甜滋味,这话不是没有根据吧?

　　噢,仔细尝尝自己种的苦瓜吧,苦瓜配上姜、辣椒,别是一番滋味.苦味入心,清心明目,使人冷静地回味思索,也促人盼望明春那播种的季节早来,跃跃欲试.是的,人不嫌弃苦味,它是甜的陪衬.但人总不会习惯天天吃苦瓜.吃着苦的,想着甜的,生命就有了希望,活着就有了力量.

　　赶明年,我想种甜瓜了.

　　也许,秋后又收获了苦味,那么,我还是要嚼碎它,咽下去.前面还会有播种的季节.生命有限,可只要还有时间,就别让土地撂荒了.是不是?

　　英语:

　　Melon,thereareflowerstherearerealleaves,veryattractive.Thespring,thechildrenrecruitedhadnotfreshseeds,coloryellowishbrown,shapedlikeasmallnail,skinnetworkraised,itdoesnotlikemelon,watermelon,pumpkinseedschildren.Itisintheendbeabletowhatmelon,isablurreddream.Regardless!ThinkofthejoyofharvestunderGuapengsomeday,Ihastentosowtheseedsofthehospitalcorner.

　　Look,thelittlestretchglossydarkgreenofthepalm,arch-breakinglandofthechildren!Myheartswelledwith.Inthosedays,inthedrizzlyrain,Ilistenattentivelyitslongstretchofthesoundlimbbody;theuptrendinthesummer,Iobserveitstendrilsoutwhenthevibrationoflife.WateringYeah,fertilizingYeah,loosenthesoilah,scaffoldingah,becarefulwaitontheendofthesummerandsawXiaoHuangflowersin!HuangLiangseeittheHostofcopperhorn,blowingapreludetoharvest.Iaspiretotheimpossible,andthoughtofchildrenwithhugemelons,heavyandsweet......

　　Enjoyingthecoolshade,wenttoNewZealandchildren(referringtothefruitandotherfruitjustfinished)grewup,butafewbittergourd!

　　Ihopethatplanting,harvestingadisappointment;Iwantsweet,hasbeenbitter.Isigh,Iwassoupset,Iamself-blame.However,Iswitchedtoathought,afterall,isalsoabitterharvest呀!Southernersdonotliketoeatbittergourd?Itlooksquitespecial:asifshethrewafrogskinspindle.Colorisgreeninthetransparentyellow,yellowwithorangeinside.Cutopentheskin,seedsarewrappedinblood-redRangzi.IsnotthatithasbeensoakedinmyKuxin,suckingmyeffortsonlybebornsoitlooklike?Perhaps.

　　SuddenlymythoughtsPiaoyuan:thenature,therearebittergourd,bitter,bitteralmond;thisworldalifetimegrapplingintheircareers,butnottastedQingJiesweetperson,alwaystherestrike?TheirdescendantsintheInsertforkintheroadanumberof"blindalley"ofthewoodenplaque.Losersoflifetrajectories,providesashortcutforthewinners.Failuretomakefuturegenerationsbecomesmarter.Also,whoassertedthatbitternotsweet?Yousee,duringthelongvoyage,theseaofbitterness,bittership,theremaybedistantshore.Beesinwhichtoadoptabitterpowder,donotbreakwings,willfindasweetoverflowinggarden.Also,interestingly,wasactuallyrangbittersweet?Itappearstha