A crutch, since lean on a stick is a heaven and earth. Can I make your walking stick? I can bear the weight of your loneliness is faint, support an one party for you is green meaning abundant?
一支拐杖，拄起的是一片天地。我能做你的拐杖？我能承载你的孤独无力，为你撑起一方绿意盎然？
The grandfather likes to although he is the old man of an irratable acute,grow Hua Yocao —— . Have those pale green new shoot only it seems that, the charming floret that is about to put luxuriants, just can make him heavy sex leaving a heart, collect uses up impatient complexion, the cheek that makes he bestrews drape catchs downy smile. The sons that he waits for him but endless and such. It is funeral of one's early years probably wife, the cause that have not marries again. He was burnished by the life endurance, children have fault, beat and scold at every turn. Wait for aged, go not to change a way, he lean on a stick crutch of a Qi Mu. Father bends over idly TV watchs on sofa, he wants to use ground of crutch firm firm to be knocked 3 times repeatedly on the table, he says prep before, father already decamp.
爷爷喜欢栽花育草——尽管他是个暴躁急性的老头儿。似乎只有那些嫩绿的新芽，欲放的娇小花苞，方能使他沉下心性，敛尽急躁的脾性，使他布满褶皱的脸颊染上柔和的笑意。他待他的儿子们可不尽如此。大概是早年丧妻，又未曾再娶的缘由。他被生活磨光了耐性，孩子们有过错，动辄打骂。待到年老了，走不动路，他便拄一支漆木拐杖。爸爸懒惰地趴沙发上看电视，他便要走过去用拐杖狠狠地在桌子上连敲三下，不待他说，爸爸就已经逃之夭夭了。
Knowing is him stubborn or it is father bear grudges he, domestic home acquired new building, he still is defended however in the shabby Xiaolou that fostered him. Every week 51 go seeing him, had not gone upstairs, hear the sound that gets ” of Da of crutch “ Da, with his breath that one delay weighs. “ comes. ” laugh line leaves in the overflow on the face, I see him clear in coarse and dark hand, grasping me to love eating composition blessing cake most, another hand is to accompany his farthest, smooth the crutch of massiness. He waits for me to be like right-down wait for a son that kind, resembling is rare flowers and plants is done in serve. Why is “ moved live together with us? I return ”“ hale. Earn of your father all the year round how many? I went still not be afraid of pressure bent him. ”“ won't! We move new home, you also have a room! The ……” that father does not have a thing I caught a glimpse of rinse of years of classics of his that all previous, still did not danger the crutch that destroy, he resembles “ crutch is same, press unbowed! He did not receive ” word, firm interest a place of strategic importance gives me a big candy.
不知是他倔强又或是父亲们记恨他，家家添置了新房子，他却仍守在养育了他的破旧小楼。每周五一去看他，还未上楼，就听得拐杖“嗒嗒”的声响，和他一缓一重的呼吸。“来啦。”笑纹在脸上漾开，我看清他粗糙黝黑的手里，攥着我最爱吃的作文福糕，另一手是陪伴他最久的，光滑又厚重的拐杖。他待我全然不似待儿子那般，倒像是在侍弄名贵的花草。“为什么不搬来和我们一起住？”“我还硬朗着。你爸爸一年到头赚得了多少？我去了还不怕压弯了他。”“不会！我们搬新家了，你也有一个房间！爸爸没事的……”我瞥见了他那历经岁月洗刷，仍未殆灭的拐杖，“他就像拐杖一样，压不弯的！”他没接话，又狠劲塞给我一大把糖。
Days lighted his life, he lies on the bed that he slept all one's life, leave peacefully. He never the lifetime of enjoy a happy life, copy is like a crutch, give birth to unripe drag big child, open their season, endeavor to let their depend on wear a few paces go before he is again much, how was used up by years corrode very straight back. He is opening holder, who will do his support?
时光燃尽了他的生命，他躺在他睡了一辈子的床上，安然离去。他不曾享福的一生，仿若一支拐杖，生生拉扯大孩子，撑起他们的一片天，尽力让他们依仗着他再多前行几步，奈何被岁月蚀尽了笔挺的腰杆。他撑着所有人，谁来做他的依靠？
I am resentment only, hate me to had not grown to join extremely big tree, still fail to maintain him, make his walking stick, he left so. Beg the future world only, can handhold he is thick the hand of Li, become his most powerful backup force, prop up him to had taken long way.
我只是怨恨，怨恨我还未成长为参天大树，还未能撑起他，做他的拐杖，他便这样离开了。只求来世，能握住他粗粝的手，做他最有力的后盾，支撑他走过漫长的路。(文/许怡欣)