上海，春天的早晨，阳光透过绚丽的灯笼洒在热闹的街市上。

In a spring morning in Shanghai, sunlight filtered through the dazzling lanterns, casting its glow on the bustling market street.

小明夹在人群中，缓缓前行。

Xiaoming, nestled in the crowd, moved forward slowly.

市场上，叫卖声此起彼伏，空气中弥漫着煎饼果子和糖葫芦的甜香。

The market resounded with the calls of street vendors, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of jianbing guozi and tanghulu.

这是他熟悉的地方，也是他即将告别的地方。

This was a familiar place for him, but also a place he was about to say goodbye to.

今天是正月十五元宵节，小明要去奶奶家。

Today was the 15th day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, and Xiaoming was heading to his grandma's house.

他的亲戚们都已抵达，家族聚会如期举行。

His relatives had already arrived, and the family reunion was held as scheduled.

每年的团圆是热闹的，但今年对小明来说却带着几分紧张。

The annual gathering was always lively, but this year, Xiaoming felt a bit nervous.

他有话想说，却不知道该不该说。

He had something he wanted to say, but he didn’t know if he should.

小明是个腼腆的年轻人，他的心中一直有个梦想：去北京，成为一名作家。

Xiaoming was a shy young man with a long-held dream: to go to Beijing and become a writer.

他渴望摆脱家族的期望——留在上海，进入家族企业。

He longed to break free from the family’s expectations—to stay in Shanghai and join the family business.

然而，面对家人的期待，小明犹豫不决。他担心他们会失望。

However, he hesitated in the face of his family’s expectations, fearing they would be disappointed.

晚上，团聚晚宴在欢声笑语中开始。

In the evening, the reunion dinner began amidst laughter and joy.

李华是小明的表姐，也是他的好朋友。她似乎察觉到小明的心事，轻声问：“你怎么了，心事重重？”

Lihua, Xiaoming's cousin and a good friend, seemed to notice something on his mind and softly asked, “What’s wrong? You seem heavy-hearted.”

小明低语：“我想去北京，成为一名作家，可是我不知道家人会怎么想。”

Xiaoming whispered, “I want to go to Beijing to become a writer, but I don’t know what the family will think.”

李华微微一笑，说：“我觉得你应该告诉他们。他们如果看到你的真心，或许会理解。”

Lihua smiled slightly and said, “I think you should tell them. If they see your sincerity, they might understand.”

就在这时，奶奶高声宣布：“我们该去点灯笼了！”

Just then, grandma announced loudly, “It's time to light the lanterns!”

一家人簇拥着走出房子，来到院子里。

The family gathered and walked out of the house to the courtyard.

颜色缤纷的灯笼在轻风中摇曳，小明的心绪也随着灯光起伏不定。

The colorful lanterns swayed in the gentle breeze, and Xiaoming's emotions wavered along with the lights.

鼓起勇气，小明在家人面前站定。

Summoning the courage, Xiaoming stood before his family.

他深吸一口气，认真地说：“各位，我有件事情想告诉大家。

He took a deep breath and said earnestly, “Everyone, I have something I wish to tell you all.

我一直有个梦想，我想去北京做一名作家。”

I have always had a dream. I want to go to Beijing and be a writer.”

周围一片寂静，唯一能听到的是风吹过灯笼的沙沙声。

Silence fell around them, the only sound being the rustle of the lanterns in the wind.

随后，陈叔叔发话了：“小明，我们一直希望你快乐。只要你真的想，我们会支持你。”

Then, Uncle Chen spoke up: “Xiaoming, we have always wanted you to be happy. As long as you truly desire it, we will support you.”

小明愣住了，一时间不知道如何回应。

Xiaoming was stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.

奶奶也慈爱地笑着说：“去吧，孩子，追求你的梦想，我们永远是你的后盾。”

Grandma also smiled kindly, saying, “Go, child, pursue your dream. We will forever be your support.”

小明的心头一热，他的梦想得到了理解和支持。

A warmth surged in Xiaoming's heart, knowing his dream was understood and supported.

他知道，从这一刻起，他不仅有了勇气，还拥有了追求梦想的力量。

He realized that from this moment forward, not only did he have the courage, but also the strength to pursue his dreams.

华灯初上，灯光照亮了庭院，也照亮了小明心中的路。

As the lanterns lit up, they illuminated the courtyard and Xiaoming's path forward.

家人们的支持和爱，像那摇曳的灯笼，一直指引着他前行。

His family’s support and love, like those swaying lanterns, would always guide him on his journey.