Spread out the sky of memory, the star that fine number remembers. The gaunt form of a black white, had delimited in memory sky.
展开回忆的天空，细数记忆的星星。一道黑白色的瘦削身影，在记忆中划过星空。
That is a wild paillasse alley, the tree with not famous both sides never has opened what flower. Cicada cries happily, can be the alley that I feel so desolate, grandfather ought not to take me to come.
那是一条野草铺就的小路，两旁不知名的树从未开过什么花。知了叫得欢，可是我觉得这样荒凉的小路，外公不该带我来的。
I ask grandfather: Why should “ take me to come here? ” grandfather takes out a few Yang Mei from the pocket, laugh slightly, does “ eat Yang Mei? ”
我问外公：“为什么要带我来这里呢？”外公从口袋里拿出几颗杨梅，微微笑笑，“吃杨梅吧？”
Listen to ” of “ Yang Mei, I knit close brows, tell grandfather, “ does not eat, too acerbity ” .
一听“杨梅”，我皱紧眉头，告诉外公，“不吃不吃，太酸了”。
Grandfather will put Yang Mei into the mouth, sufficient have 56. My the tip of the tongue secretes a lot of water immediately, day, this is what circumstance ……
外公将一把杨梅放进嘴里，足有五六颗。我舌尖立马分泌出很多口水，天啊，这是什么情况……
“ is some earlier year ah, here has a lot of arbutus to cultivate. I with you in one's childhood 2 farther-in-law like that field the Yang Mei that comes here to steal a family eats. ” grandfather raises a head slightly, be like that arbutus tree to be high before.
“早些年啊，这里有好多杨梅树。我小时候和你那个田二公公就喜欢来这里偷人家的杨梅吃。”外公微微抬起头，好像那杨梅树就高高地在眼前呢。
I can't help laughing rise, “ is breathed out, grandpa ‘ steals ” of ’ Yang Mei, grandpa ‘ steals ’ Yang Mei! ”
我不禁大笑起来，“哈哈，公公‘偷’杨梅”，公公‘偷’杨梅！”
Grandfather lowers his head to see me, seemed to make poor child, face at a draught red, “ hey, also not be ‘ steals ’ actually, be the …… that their home plants your mother-in-law is awaited in those days, your mother-in-law at sight of 2 fair highway pass I and your a surname her home orchard, nervous. Your mother-in-law is flat later collect one basket arbutus to give I and your cropland 2 husband's father, with a ha breath out ……”
外公低头看看我，好像犯了错的孩子，脸一下子就红了，“嘿嘿，其实也不是‘偷’啦，是你婆婆她们家种的……那时候呀，你婆婆一看见我和你田二公公路过她家果园儿，就紧张。后来你婆婆就干脆捡一筐杨梅给我和你田二公公，哈哈……”
“ that later? Grandpa, later how? I examine minutely ” curiously.
“那后来呢？公公，后来怎么样啦？”我好奇地追问。
“ later ah, your mother-in-law composition became …… later later your mother-in-law ……” is saying, grandfather raises a head again, saw that lofty Yang Mei is cultivated again it seems that.
“后来呀，后来……后来你婆婆作文就成了你婆婆了呗……”说着，外公又抬起头，似乎又看见了那高大的杨梅树。
“ your mother-in-law likes Yang Mei most, but,like this alley …… , I and your mother-in-law, had not crossed here a lot of years ……” grandfather sighs gently at a heat, lower his head to see me. I as if see glittering and translucent thing is blinked in his canthus.
“你婆婆最喜欢杨梅，喜欢这条小路……可是，我和你婆婆呀，已经好多年没有来过这里了……”外公轻叹一口气，低头看看我。我仿佛看到有一点晶莹的东西在他的眼角闪动。
That time, it is first time, also be the last time, grandfather belt I took very far route. In weed is spread on desolate alley, I and grandfather, there is bit of coolish wind between prep against forest, imagining one tree another tree arbutus.
那一次，是第一次，也是最后一次，外公带我走了很远的路。在一条野草铺就的荒凉小路上，我与外公，迎着林间有点微凉的风，想象着一树又一树杨梅。
Some time ago, the mother takes me to return country small live. Take the door, I see arbutus of the one basket in the courtyard of grandmother, a few scatter outside. I go by gently, them one is placed into fruit basket. Flashy, I remembered Yang Mei is cultivated, remembered that alley …… that I also did not have been to again
前些日子，母亲带我回乡下小住。一进门，我看见外婆的院子里一筐杨梅，有几颗散落在外面。我轻轻走过去，将它们一颗一颗摆进果筐。一瞬间，我想起了杨梅树，想起了那条我再也没有去过的小路……
After passing till dinner, grandmother carries washed arbutus, I ask grandmother lightly: “ mother-in-law, do you like to eat Yang Mei particularly? ” grandmother shakes shake one's head, I do not love “ eat, grandmother of too acerbity ……” is saying, stop, complement again, “ your farther-in-law loves to eat ……” to saying, she looks at the …… outside the window that is flashy, I remembered Yang Mei is cultivated again, it is certain to remembered that as before very cool and refreshing alley. I am picked up remove a Yang Mei, put in the mouth, acerbity acid warm flavor flows drip between the heart.
直到晚饭过后，外婆端来洗过的杨梅，我淡淡地问外婆：“婆婆，您是不是特别喜欢吃杨梅啊？”外婆摇摇头，“我不爱吃，太酸……”外婆说着，停了停，又补充道，“你公公爱吃……”说着，她望了望窗外……那一瞬间，我又想起了杨梅树，想起了那一定依旧很清凉的小路。我拾起一颗杨梅，放在嘴里，酸酸又温暖的滋味流淌到心间。
Pass through a window, there is star in night sky, have a black and white and gaunt figure only, had delimited in memory sky.
透过窗，夜空中没有星星，只有一道黑白瘦削的身影，在记忆中划过星空。