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！

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.