请高人帮我把心得翻译成英文，谢谢

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老师要我们写英文读书心得，但我就是没办法用英语思考，书写
请英文高手帮个忙，谢谢～

埃斯佩朗莎（esperanza），他们一家人像风一样飘来飘去，时常搬家，最后终于可以住在芒果街上，不用再搬家了，但房子并不像她所想的那样，她甚至对说出”那是我的家”而感到羞耻，除此之外，她也没有办法说清楚自己究竟是不是喜欢这里。
这里住着棕色皮肤的人，白人害怕他们，但事实上，埃斯佩朗莎知道，这里只有一群有时候会吵嘴的朋友、同样并不富裕的邻居。书中的文字并不如这本书的颜色那样吸引人，它不像是一本书，更像是幼小的埃斯佩朗莎溢满稚气的日记，但又像是年迈的祖母为孩子们讲述她曾经的孩童时光。
文字中抒写着芒果街的点点滴滴，有时候真实的纪录却又让人忍不住给予太多太多的同情，例如：罗莎‧法加斯(rosa vargas)太太孩子太多又tired all the time from buttoning and bottling and babying以致于她没有办法去照顾他们，one of them exploded down to earth without even an”oh”，又或者追求爱情的萨丽(sally)真的找到爱情以后，却又关在了另一个牢笼。但即便拉丁裔在美国过的很辛苦，书中还是流露出对未来的美好憧憬和希望。埃斯佩郎莎想离开芒果街，想拥有一间自己的房子，想找到自己甜蜜的枷锁，想去帮助更多的人们寻找幸福……当你读到她的少女的 小秘密时，是否会突然一怔，继而若有所思地说：“呀，好象我也是这样。”
当我在台灯的下阅读这本精致的小书时，似乎从书中跃出一个小精灵，就像我最喜欢的童话《彼得•潘》里永无岛上的小仙子那样，轻轻跃入我的脑海， 从中打捞一件又一件旧得泛黄，几乎被遗忘的记忆。于是我产生了一种错觉，好象拾回了年幼时那些曾经。当看到埃斯佩朗莎和妹妹穿着妈妈的旧高跟鞋在大街上乱逛；我想到以前8岁时偷穿爸爸的西装在镜子前一边想象自己是某家公司的CEO，她和猫皇后凯茜、描埃及眼圈的萨丽以及唯一的大朋友鹭鸶儿之间像白纸一样单纯的友谊；胆小的她在餐厅里边哭边吃米饭三明治；一边照镜子一边想象电影中嘴唇红红的女主角……我的目光掠过清澈得像盛夏溪底的鹅卵石般的文字，指尖拂过被台灯注视过的、烘炉里的大麦面包一样温暖的纸页，似乎又触摸到了记忆里的那个，渴望长大的我，觅寻友情的我，怯弱的我，爱对着镜子冥想的我……细细咀嚼回忆，微笑不知不觉从嘴角泻出。
我们在不经意间成长，速度之惊人，是谁都始料不及的。于是在匆匆间行走时，遗失了许多美好珍贵的回忆。然而遗失并不意味着遗忘。回忆是小时后的衣服，舍不得丢弃，虽已不再有用。但是它一直安静地躺在衣柜里，等待有一天被长大的你在阳光下，捧在手心细细抚摩——它的心中有梦想和希望。在人生的路上，我们会摔跤，会迷路，会受伤，会孤独无依，但这都无法阻断我们通往梦想的道路。在到达成功的彼岸后，无论是绊倒自己的石头，还是割破手掌的荆棘，都会变成难以忘怀的回忆，被我们收进箱底。
埃斯佩朗莎孤独的时候，她会对着四棵细瘦的树细细描绘她梦想中的家。我孤独的时候，我会上网闲晃，而当我们长大时，又会发生什么样的改变呢？萨莉与她爱的人结了婚，凯茜带着亲爱的猫儿们突然消失在一个初秋的午后。我们的埃斯佩朗莎，也对着芒果街说了声再见，去寻找她的房子。那我们又会怎么样呢？谁也不知道。

唯一不变的，只有心中美好的梦想和希望

Answer 1

Esperanza Lang Sha (esperanza), their family Xiangfengyiyang floated here and there, often moving, and finally can live in mango street, no longer move, but not as she would like to house it, she even to say "That is my home" and felt ashamed, in addition, she has no way to clear yourself what you really is not like it.
It is home to brown-skinned people, white people afraid of them, but in fact, espe Langsha know, there is only a group of friends sometimes quarrel, the same is not wealthy neighbors. Text of the book is not as the color of this book so attractive, it is not like a book, more like a childish young espe Langsha overflowing diary, but like the old grandmother for the children talked about She had time for children.
Compose the text of the Mango Street, bit by bit, and sometimes the records of the real people can not help but to give too much sympathy, for example: Rosa ‧ Fargas (rosa vargas) his wife has tired all too many children the time from buttoning and bottling and babying extent that she has no way to care for them, one of them exploded down to earth without even an "oh", or if the pursuit of love Sally (sally) really find love later, but off In another cage. But even if Latinos in the United States had very hard work, the book is still showing a better vision for the future and hope. Esperanza Lang Sha wanted to leave Mango Street, want to have one's own house, want to find their own sweet yoke, want to help more people to find happiness ... ... When you read the little girl of her secret, will Suddenly Yi Zheng, and then said wistfully: "Yeah, if I was it."
When I read this under the table lamp that charming little book, it seems a little wizard leaping from the book, just like my favorite fairy tale "Peter Pan •" never on the island where a small fairy, as gently hop into my mind, from which they recovered an old one was yellowed, almost forgotten memories. So I created a false impression, as if those who pick up a young age. When you see the Esperanza Langsha and sister wearing her mother's old high heels on the street roaming the land; eight years ago, when I think of stealing to wear his father's suits in front of the mirror side of the imagination that they are a company's CEO, she and Cat Queen Kathy, describe the Egyptian eye socket of the Sally and the only son among the great friend, like white egrets as a simple friendship; timid she was weeping in a restaurant to eat rice sandwiches; side of the mirror side of the lips to imagine the film The actress ... ... I have red eyes clear, like a passing summer shallowsTo cobblestone-like text, table lamp fingertip was watching the wind blowing off, oven, like barley bread, warm paper pages, seems to touch the memory of that, my desire to grow up, find friendship seek me, cowardly, I love my mirror meditation ... ... thin mull over their memories, smiling unconsciously out from the corners of his mouth diarrhea.
We have inadvertently grow, an alarming speed, is no one anticipated. So, when in a hurry to walk between, lost a lot of wonderful precious memories. Missing, however, does not mean forgetting. Memories are hours after the clothes, could not bear to discard, though already outlived its usefulness. However, it has been quietly lying on the closet, waiting for the day when you were growing up in the sun, and holding a thin stroke in the palm of the hand - it's heart, dreams and hope. The way of life, we will wrestling, will be lost, will be injured, will be lonely, but we can not block the road leading to the dream. Reaching the other side of success, whether they are tripping their own stones, or cut the palm of thorns, will become unforgettable memories of being that we incorporated into the Xiang Di.
Esperanza Langsha lonely, she will be facing the four thin slender tree depicting her dream home. I am lonely, I come to the Internet Xian Huang, and when we grew up, there would be what kind of change? Sally and her loved ones married Kathy with a dear cat who suddenly disappeared in an early autumn afternoon. Our Esperanza Lang Sha is also facing the Mango Street, said goodbye to find her house. Then we are what will happen? Who do not know.

What has not changed, only the hearts of beautiful dreams and hopes

Answer 2

Esperanza Lang Sha (esperanza), their family Xiangfengyiyang floated here and there, often moving, and finally can live in mango street, no longer move, but not as she would like to house it, she even to say "That is my home" and felt ashamed, in addition, she has no way to clear yourself what you really is not like it.

It is home to brown-skinned people, white people afraid of them, but in fact, espe Langsha know, there is only a group of friends sometimes quarrel, the same is not wealthy neighbors. Text of the book is not as the color of this book so attractive, it is not like a book, more like a childish young espe Langsha overflowing diary, but like the old grandmother for the children talked about She had time for children.

Compose the text of the Mango Street, bit by bit, and sometimes the records of the real people can not help but to give too much sympathy, for example: Rosa ‧ Fargas (rosa vargas) his wife has tired all too many children the time from buttoning and bottling
兰萨郎莎（兰萨），他们的家庭Xiangfengyiyang飘来飘去那里，常常移动，终于可以住在芒果街，不再移动，但不作为，她想房子的时候，她甚至说：“这是我的家”并感到惭愧，此外，她没有办法清楚自己究竟是不是喜欢它。

它是家庭对棕色皮肤的人，白人怕他们，但事实上，埃斯佩浪莎知道，只有一群朋友，有时争吵，同样是并不富裕的邻居。本书的文字作为本书的颜色不那么有吸引力，它不是像一本书，更像是一个孩子气的年轻埃斯佩浪莎满溢日记，但像为孩子老祖母谈到她为儿童的时间。

撰写的芒果街，一点一滴的文本，有时人的真实记录不能不给予太多的同情，例如：罗莎‧法加斯（罗莎巴尔加斯），他的妻子厌倦了太多孩子的时间从扣和装瓶本回答被网友采纳

Answer 3

Evan spezia lang Sally (esperanza), wind wafted their family, often move, finally can live in mango street, don't move, but the house is not like her, she even to say, "it is my home" ashamed, in addition, she also not clear whether oneself to like it here.
Here the brown skin, white fear them, but in fact, Mr Spielberg's only know Sally a group of friends sometimes quarrel, also not rich neighbour. The book is not like the colour of this book, it is not like a book, more like the young spezia lang Sally fulled childishness, but like the diary for children aged grandmother told her once the child time.
Usher in the text of the mango street, sometimes true drops of record and let a person cannot help give too much sympathy, for example: Rosa, with vargas method of Mrs. Rosa) children too much and the time under the babying buttoning and bottling. She had no way to go to take care of them, one down to earth exploded - without an "oh" that the pursuit of love, or (Sally really find Sally, but love in another prison. But even in the United States after the latino hard, the book still reveal about the future of beautiful dreams and hopes. Evan LangSha spezia, want to leave mango street have a house of my own, want to find yourself to the sweet chains, to help more people find happiness... When you read her teenage little secret, whether YiZheng suddenly, then said musingly: "ah, be like me so."
When I read the book in the lamp under small delicate, it seems from books out an elf, just like my favorite fairy tale, Peter pan, never island fairy, gently leap from my mind, salvage one old yellow, almost forgotten memory. So I made an illusion, like a young restore that once. When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me... Chew your memories, smiling mouth from diarrhoea unconsciously.
We grow in casual, speed, is who all unexpected. So when walking in hurry, lost among many precious memories. But lost doesn't mean forgotten. Memory is the hour of clothes, though no longer lares and useful. But it has been quietly lying in the closet, waiting for one of you are grown in the sunshine, holding in your hand touch -- it's fine heart have hopes and dreams. On the road of life, we will be lost, wrestling, will be hurt, but this alone is not the way to block our dreams. To succeed in the other, both tripped himself after the stone, or cut thorns, palm will become unforgettable memories, we collected by clamping.there.
Essien's Sally lonely spezia, she would tell the four skinny trees carefully depicts her dream house. I'm lonely, I hung out online, and when we grow up, what can happen again? Sally and she loved married with honey, Cathy suddenly disappear in a cats early autumn afternoon. The us, also to spezia lang with mango street we said goodbye, go looking for her house. Then we will? Who does not know.

The only constant, only the heart good dreams and hopes

Answer 4

Evan spezia lang Sally , wind wafted their family, often move, finally can live in mango street, don't move, but the house is not like her, she even to say, "it is my home" ashamed, in addition, she also not clear whether oneself to like it here.
Here the brown skin, white fear them, but in fact, Mr Spielberg's only know Sally a group of friends sometimes quarrel, also not rich neighbour. The book is not like the colour of this book, it is not like a book, more like the young spezia lang Sally fulled childishness, but like the diary for children aged grandmother told her once the child time.
Usher in the text of the mango street, sometimes true drops of record and let a person cannot help give too much sympathy, for example: Rosa, with vargas method of Mrs. Rosa) children too much and the time under the babying buttoning and bottling. She had no way to go to take care of them, one down to earth exploded - without an "oh" that the pursuit of love, or (Sally really find Sally, but love in another prison. But even in the United States after the latino hard, the book still reveal about the future of beautiful dreams and hopes. Evan LangSha spezia, want to leave mango street have a house of my own, want to find yourself to the sweet chains, to help more people find happiness... When you read her teenage little secret, whether YiZheng suddenly, then said musingly: "ah, be like me so."
When I read the book in the lamp under small delicate, it seems from books out an elf, just like my favorite fairy tale, Peter pan, never island fairy, gently leap from my mind, salvage one old yellow, almost forgotten memory. So I made an illusion, like a young restore that once. When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me... Chew your memories, smiling mouth from diarrhoea unconsciously.
We grow in casual, speed, is who all unexpected. So when walking in hurry, lost among many precious memories. But lost doesn't mean forgotten. Memory is the hour of clothes, though no longer lares and useful. But it has been quietly lying in the closet, waiting for one of you are grown in the sunshine, holding in your hand touch -- it's fine heart have hopes and dreams. On the road of life, we will be lost, wrestling, will be hurt, but this alone is not the way to block our dreams. To succeed in the other, both tripped himself after the stone, or cut thorns, palm will become unforgettable memories, we collected by clamping.there.
Essien's Sally lonely spezia, she would tell the four skinny trees carefully depicts her dream house. I'm lonely, I hung out online, and when we grow up, what can happen again? Sally and she loved married with honey, Cathy suddenly disappear in a cats early autumn afternoon. The us, also to spezia lang with mango street we said goodbye, go looking for her house. Then we will? Who does not know.

Answer 5

Evan spezia lang Sally (esperanza), wind wafted their family, often move, finally can live in mango street, don't move, but the house is not like her, she even to say, "it is my home" ashamed, in addition, she also not clear whether oneself to like it here.
Here the brown skin, white fear them, but in fact, Mr Spielberg's only know Sally a group of friends sometimes quarrel, also not rich neighbour. The book is not like the colour of this book, it is not like a book, more like the young spezia lang Sally fulled childishness, but like the diary for children aged grandmother told her once the child time.
Usher in the text of the mango street, sometimes true drops of record and let a person cannot help give too much sympathy, for example: Rosa, with vargas method of Mrs. Rosa) children too much and the time under the babying buttoning and bottling. She had no way to go to take care of them, one down to earth exploded - without an "oh" that the pursuit of love, or (Sally really find Sally, but love in another prison. But even in the United States after the latino hard, the book still reveal about the future of beautiful dreams and hopes. Evan LangSha spezia, want to leave mango street have a house of my own, want to find yourself to the sweet chains, to help more people find happiness... When you read her teenage little secret, whether YiZheng suddenly, then said musingly: "ah, be like me so."
When I read the book in the lamp under small delicate, it seems from books out an elf, just like my favorite fairy tale, Peter pan, never island fairy, gently leap from my mind, salvage one old yellow, almost forgotten memory. So I made an illusion, like a young restore that once. When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me... Chew your memories, smiling mouth from diarrhoea unconsciously.
We grow in casual, speed, is who all unexpected. So when walking in hurry, lost among many precious memories. But lost doesn't mean forgotten. Memory is the hour of clothes, though no longer lares and useful. But it has been quietly lying in the closet, waiting for one of you are grown in the sunshine, holding in your hand touch -- it's fine heart have hopes and dreams. On the road of life, we will be lost, wrestling, will be hurt, but this alone is not the way to block our dreams. To succeed in the other, both tripped himself after the stone, or cut thorns, palm will become unforgettable memories, we collected by clamping.there.
Essien's Sally lonely spezia, she would tell the four skinny trees carefully depicts her dream house. I'm lonely, I hung out online, and when we grow up, what can happen again? Sally and she loved married with honey, Cathy suddenly disappear in a cats early autumn afternoon. The us, also to spezia lang with mango street we said goodbye, go looking for her house. Then we will? Who does not know.