Question

求英语牛人帮忙翻译一下以下文章，工作量有点大，但是非常感谢！

其实我只见过她三次，按理说我并没有资格来写她。可是我倒认为她是很值得写的，所以我暂凭我的记忆，来说说她。因为在我的记忆里找不到她外向的影子，所以我大可断定她很内向。闲话少叙，三幅画依次呈上。
一、 想象
她是二班的语文天才，至少我这么认为。每次看到她那如鱼得水的文章跃然纸上，我不由得心生崇拜。可我和她却从未谋面，这犹如一个很崇拜某个明星的人却永远也见不到她本人的那种心情。但凭我干瘪的遐想，枉费心血的彻夜苦思，各种奇思妙想百倍活跃在我的脑海里，最终确定了她的面目：她永远是弱弱的，内向使她仿佛是刚出生的嫩草，在狂风中摇曳。她却能有力地占据一席之位。很难想象她是一个初一的学生，她的身材背叛了她的名字—— “蓬北”，我想应该是指愿她能够健康茁壮——她的身材完全与“蓬北”不符。可她的头脑却可以擎起一方天空，源源不断的灵感在她的大脑里爆炸，如同火锅里煮烂的肉片不断向上翻腾，随时都可以夹上一片来细细品尝。这充满灵感的头脑是足以“蓬北”的。想象到此却戛然而止，再也勾勒不下去了——那是当然的，一个知识型少女友能是什么样呢？
二、 朦胧
那一天，我站在秋风里，扶着车，等人。我心生厌烦，向四周打量起来。发现对面有一个女生，初一的。她好像也在等谁，那瑟瑟秋风的洗礼下不断地跺脚，赶走寒冷的侵袭。她低着头，耷拉着双肩，大大的书包压着瘦小的她，显得那么不协调。她踢踢踏踏的踱来踱去，用脚踏着地上散落的树叶。这时好像出来一个她们班的同学，和她打了一下招呼。她嫣然一笑——那笑原本是想问却又不好意思问而生噎出来的。那个同学问了她一句什么，她只低下头，脸上泛起微红，沉默不语。过了一会儿，她要等的人出来了，便和她一起消散在高高的人群中了。望着她的背影，我仿佛看到了一个离我很远但又很清晰的图像。她是谁？枯黄的面孔，有点卷曲的头发，嘴唇褪了色和周围皮肤同样苍白，她到底是谁呢？
三、 真实
还是秋天，课间我坐在第一排第一个奋笔疾书，无意中抬起头来，发现上次在秋风中等人的女生，背靠着雪白的瓷砖，完全融入了这背景色中。这是那么苍白，对于周围的一切熟视无睹。这完全可以确定她是多么的内向！夕阳的余晖照的她脸上纤毫毕现，双眼充满了忧思。她看起来像那种具有真才实学的茶壶般肚大嘴小的哲学家，又颇有忧伤的少女诗人的风韵。她在想什么？她为什么会出现在这儿？“黄蓬北，想什么呢？”一个女生咯咯乐着对她大声叫嚷，她还是沉默不语。黄蓬北？她，她就是那个语文天才？和我想象中太像了。我马上像一只灌满开水的暖壶，袅袅的蒸汽顶着木塞儿，都要把它顶出了。我多么想冲出去，和她谈谈文学。要是我们两个一起写作，那就像中国的资源和日本技术的结合，会形成一支多么可怕的力量！可她如此内向，连对她们班的同学都那样沉默，又能对一个陌路人说些什么呢?我踌躇着，可铃声又响了，她又被高高的人群所包围，进到了班里。

这就是三幅画，对于她，足矣。

Answer 1

In fact, I only seen her three times, by rights I have not qualified to write her. But I think she is a very worth to write, so I temporarily in my memory, said she. Because in my memory can not find the shadow of her outgoing, so I can conclude that she is very introverted. Gossiping about Syria, less three paintings presented in turn.
One、 imagination
She is in class two language genius, at least I think so. The article from the page every time I see her like a duck to water, I couldn't help heart born worship. But she and I have never met, this is a very the person of worship a star has never see her in person of that kind of mood. Cross but with my daydream, waste effort struggle through the night, all kinds of ideas is one hundred times more active in my mind, eventually determines the her face, she is always weak, makes her as if just born introversion of tender grass, swaying in the wind. She can effectively occupy a seat. It is hard to imagine that she is a junior student, her body betrayed her name - the "north", I think it should be refers to wish her to be healthy - she was completely in conformity with the "north". But her mind could be held one sky, a steady stream of inspiration explode in her brain, like a hot pot of boiled meat churning up continuously, can clip on to linger on. This inspired brain is enough to the "north". Imagine this has come to an abrupt end, can draw the outline of not bottom go to, that is, of course, a knowledge can little girlfriend is what kind of?
Second、hazy
That day, I stood in the autumn wind, to hold the car, etc. My heart trouble, look round. Found that there is a girl, opposite the first. She seems also waiting for who, under the baptism of the rustling autumn wind constantly stamp, drive away the cold. She is low head, drooping shoulders, big schoolbag pressure small, she seemed so not harmonious. She kick slow paced up and down, with feet on the ground of scattered leaves. At this moment seems to come out a their classmates, and gave her a greeting. She smiled, that smile was meant to ask is ashamed to ask and choked it out. The students asked her what, she just lower the head, face red, silent. After a while, she is out, wait them together with her go high in the crowd. Looking at her figure, I seem to see a far away from me, but very clear images. Who is she? Yellow face and a little curly hair, faded and the surrounding skin the same pale lips, who is she?
Three、real
Or fall, I sit in the first row of the first away, inadvertently looked up and found that the last time in the autumn wind medium people girl, with his back against a white ceramic tile, fully integrated into the background color. This is so pale, turn a blind eye to everything around. This can determine how she reserved! The sunset afterglow of lies about her face, eyes full of concerned. She looks like the teapot with genuine belly big mouth is small as a philosopher, and there is quite a sad young girl the charm of the poet. What she think? Why did she will appear in here? "Huang Peng north, want to what?" A girl's giggling with shouted at her, she was silent. Huang Peng north? She, she is the Chinese genius? And I thought it would be so alike. I'll be right as a fill hot water kettle, steam is curled up against the cork, all want to put it out. How I want to rush out, and she talk about literature. If the two of us together to write, it's like China's resources and the combination of Japanese technology, can form a terrible power! She was so shy, even as silent to their classmates, and what can be said to a strangers? I hesitated, but the bell rang again, she was surrounded by tall people, into the class.
This is three paintings, for her, is enough.