Aerosol is enveloping congested city.
烟雾笼罩着拥挤的城市。
Flintily illuminate wears the lamplight on the ceiling crossed person.
天花板上的灯光无情地照射着穿行的人。
Supermarket still as usual crowded, bacchic, let a person wish to buy commodity to leave next immediately. Lamplight is illuminated on crowd body, form shadow, shake before in me will shake. As sound of ” of drop of the last “ , a person carries the mother removed shopping bag to walk out of a gate. A person.
超市仍然像往常一样拥挤，喧闹，让人恨不得马上买完日用品然后离开。灯光照在人群身上，形成影子，在我的眼前晃来晃去。随着最后一次“滴”声，母亲一个人拎起购物袋走出了大门。一个人。
Cross ripsnorter group, I and mother to the parking lot there drive. I help carrying two packets of bag, the mother is carrying box of a big express. Because the case is too serious,the likelihood is, big drop is big sweat goes out from her forehead crystal clear. The case is too big, she also is forced side is worn, keep saying white energy of life. Although cold autumn wind also cannot make,she feels cool. My chuckle, can't help plainting maternal effort how small. Think consider is worn, do not know when I had taken foremost side.
穿过喧闹的人群，我和母亲正向停车场那边赶。我帮忙拎着两包袋子，母亲抬着一大个快递箱。可能是因为箱子太重了吧，大滴大滴的汗水从她额头湛出。箱子太大了，她也只好侧着走，不停地吐着白气。即使寒冷的秋风也不能使她感到凉爽。我轻笑了一下，不禁感叹着母亲的力气多么的小。想着想着，不知何时我已经走到最前面去了。
The lamp, overhand lone one flake beam of light.
灯，投下孤零零的一小片光束。
I wait for her in the garage. Eventually, she gradually from declivous on dew comes odd. The mother is being used raise that one to have her only with all one's strength the paper case with half big body. Serious article makes her low first, look at the ground of black. At this moment on the body that lamplight takes in her, she ases if smaller and smaller, look so that see posse compares her person's tall shadow only. Light passes through a few her white hair, mottled dot giving a point is crepuscular. I trot the past has accepted paper case rapidly, can not feel have multiple.
我在车库等她。终于，她渐渐地从下坡上露出头来。母亲正用全力抬起那一个只有她半身大的纸箱。沉重的物品使她低下了头，看着黑糊糊的地面。这时灯光照在了她的身上，她仿佛越来越小，只看得见一团比她人高的影子。光透过她的几缕白发，斑驳出点点微光。我赶紧小跑过去接过纸箱，可并不感到有多重。
Crepuscular composition ases if is a kind of vast power, prop up had life.
微光作文仿佛是一种巨大的力量，支撑起了生命。
Reached the home. The mother also cannot stop, she is returned so that for us the family makes dinner. She that effort, the likelihood also carries even boiler do not rise, I am thinking. Mother also busy come nevertheless, I am forced to help her. Preparing to wash dish, the flesh should have been fried again. The pork that I consider a boiler is medium is entered dish in, then a hand handholded boiler, then nevertheless boiler resembling is clingy like, no matter how I exert oneself to do sth. , boiler is apathetic. Nevertheless the mother has taken boiler, it is a hand likewise, she ases if the not needing the slightest effort raised boiler, side of towards the left breaks up gently, a few flesh had delimited perfect arc, slip easy to doly dish.
到了家。母亲也不能停下，她还得为我们一家人做晚饭。她那个力气，可能连锅也抬不起吧，我想着。母亲也正忙不过来，我只好去帮她。正准备洗菜，肉又要炒好了。我想把锅中的肉倒入盘中，于是一只手握住了锅，不过那锅像是粘住似的，无论我怎么用力，锅都无动于衷。不过母亲一把拿过锅，同样是一只手，她仿佛不费吹灰之力就抬起了锅，向左侧轻轻一翻，几片肉划过完美的弧线，轻而易举的滑入盘子。
Storm, blow so that street lamp sways.
起风了，吹得路灯摇曳。
Look at a mother that is fine the arm that is like a needle, I am open-eyed very, light paper box raises even laborious person, can you raise how weigh severalfold boiler than that thing? That force …… at this moment I see her, the little light on the ceiling is illuminating her, pass through a few her white hair, as if enlightened whole kitchen. I am abrupt face one red, be oneself to run quickly madly to forget to turn round and feel self-condemned however all the way on growing road.
看着母亲那细如针的胳膊，我很是惊讶，连一个轻纸箱抬起都费劲的人，怎能抬起比那东西重几倍的锅？那股力量……这时我看见她，天花板上的小灯照着她，透过她的几缕白发，仿佛照亮了整个厨房。我突然脸一红，为着自己在成长道路上一路狂奔却忘记回头而感到自责。
Emaciated perhaps is a mother, but firm and clinking also is a mother. It if one bit is crepuscular, want the power that loves since the saving only, can enlighten my whole world.
也许瘦弱的是母亲，可坚强无比的亦是母亲。它如一小点微光，只要积蓄起爱的力量，便可照亮我的整个世界。
The sky is dark, wind rose, the road grew.
天暗了，风起了，路长了。
But the end of the road has one bit crepuscular, although negligible, but petty and tender.
可路的尽头有一小点微光，虽然微不足道，可细小而温柔。(文/胡楷琪)