Chapter 1: The Return to Home
第一章：回到故乡
Braving the severe cold, I returned to my hometown, which was separated by over two thousand miles and left behind for more than twenty years.
我冒着严寒，回到相隔二千余里、别了二十余年的故乡去了。
Since it was deep winter, as I approached my hometown, the weather became gloomy. The cold wind blew into the boat cabin, whistling. Looking out through the gaps in the awning, under the pale yellow sky, several desolate villages lay scattered near and far, without any sign of vitality. My heart could not help but feel desolate.
时候既然是深冬，渐近故乡时，天气又阴晦了，冷风吹进船舱中，呜呜地响，从蓬隙向外一望，苍黄的天底下，远近横着几个萧索的荒村，没有一些活气。我的心禁不住悲凉起来了。
Ah! Is this the hometown I have remembered constantly for twenty years? The hometown I remember was not like this at all. My hometown was much better. But to recall its beauty and describe its merits, I have no image, no words. It seems it was just like this. My hometown was originally like this—without progress, but not necessarily without the merits I remember.
阿！这不是我二十年来时时记得的故乡？我所记得的故乡全不如此。我的故乡好得多了。但要我记起他的美丽，说出他的佳处来，却又没有影像，没有言辞了。仿佛也就如此。故乡本也如此，虽然没有进步，也未必有我所记得的佳处了。