That mottled eave issues the childhood that engraving me, crack li of face that every bits of bit years that escape imprints in you. Stepping the Xia Yang July, walk into different world.
那斑驳的屋檐下镌刻着我的童年，罅隙里溜走的点点岁月印在了你的脸庞。踏着七月的夏阳，走进不一样的世界。
The early morning of summer, tian Ganglou gives the whitish color of a fish's belly-grey dawn, everything not the breath of infiltrate animal, all pure realize let popular feeling Kuang Shenyi, as if a light wash, what there is pleasant green grass it seems that in wash is sweet.
夏天的清晨，天刚露出鱼肚白，一切都未混进动物的气息，一切都纯净得让人心旷神怡，仿佛一幅淡淡的水墨画，水墨画里似乎弥漫着好闻的青草的香。
Pass through the bush that hang down in clusters, I saw that is familiar and new form. You sit on couch, carefree ground fan is worn fan, silent expect is worn.
透过葳蕤的灌木，我看见了那熟悉而又陌生的身影。你坐在长椅上，悠闲地扇着扇子，静静的守候着。
“ grandmother ……”
“外婆……”
Come home inaccessibly visit grandmother, grandmother sees me far, close temporarily with joy not approach mouth, the furrow on the cheek is squeezed into a bright chrysanthemum. The warm this world of early morning is illuminated on the hair with snow-white grandmother, yi Yi is unripe brightness. “ baby, be hungry, grandmother wraps shepherd's purse dumpling to you. ”
难得回家看看外婆，外婆远远看见我，高兴得一时合不拢嘴，面颊上的皱纹挤成了一朵灿烂的菊花。清晨的暖阳照在外婆雪白的头发上，熠熠生辉。“宝贝，是不是饿了，外婆给你包荠菜饺子去。”
My abide is worn the memory of shepherd's purse, time retrogression arrived childhood. My in those days lean close to is in the bosom of grandmother warmth, the hand that she has been through the vicissitudes of life is touching my face. “ you sleep first, I do shepherd's purse dumpling to you. “ grandmother was taking sharp hook to go out. I dream of lick of that aroma banquet to come, that is the smile of grandmother.
我循着荠菜的回忆，将时间倒退到了幼年。那时的我偎依在外婆温暖的怀抱中，她饱经沧桑的手抚摸着我的脸庞。“你先睡吧，我给你做荠菜饺子去。“外婆带着锋利的镰刀便出去了。我梦见那香气席卷过来，那是外婆的微笑。
The dream woke, grandmother got disease however, children works to its in composition mouth in those days praise what became concern to console. “ Mom, you did not do ……”
梦醒了，外婆却得了病，那时儿女作文口中对其劳动的称赞都变成了担心的劝慰。“妈，您别干了……”
The smile on grandmother face was condensed very long, her stoop is worn back, took that is extremely mottled hook that is put in the corner to go.
外婆脸上的笑容凝聚了很久，她佝偻着脊背，拿起放在角落的那斑驳不堪的镰刀便走了出去。
Soundless afternoon, the sun sends final warmth scatter the earth, the old pagoda tree before passing through that courtyard asperses bits of bits broken gold.
静悄悄的午后，太阳将最后的温暖投撒大地，透过那院前的老槐树洒下点点碎金。
See she goes from inside years only, lean on a stick is worn crutch, I had received the carrying basket in grandmother hand, a faint scent immediately circumfuse whole body. Grandmother moves toward a kitchen silently, she presses the cough sound that has pity on then below throat, but straight jab my heart.
只见她从岁月中走来，拄着拐杖，我接过外婆手中的提着的篮子，一股清香顿时充溢全身。外婆默默走向厨房，她将那可怜的咳嗽声压在嗓下，但直戳我的心。
Of the dusk horizon hanging multicolored rosy clouds, earthy kitchen is rising to wave in the wind smoke from kitchen chimneys. Still writhing in the kitchen mirage, lift boil lid, that is the close affection in brewing, your smile still resound is in face, the shepherd's purse dumpling in wearing a bowl bites on one, mellow sweet resound is in mind. Dumpling is love, dumpling is a heart, dumpling is a love of grandmother.
傍晚的天边挂着五彩斑斓的彩霞，土灶上升着袅袅炊烟。厨房里还翻腾着雾气，掀开锅盖，那是酝酿中的亲情，你的笑容依然回荡在脸庞，架起碗中的荠菜饺子咬上一口，醇香回荡在心头。饺子是爱，饺子是心，饺子就是外婆的一颗爱心。
Time is moving back and forth its tail, be swung and go, took away my childhood, left the vicissitudes of life of grandmother. Remember you saying: “ and you are happy together. ” thinks to me word, that when be born crying just is the biggest joy is mixed lucky. Take me into this different world, because this is wonderful.
时间摆弄着它的尾巴，一甩而去，带走了我的童年，留下了外婆的沧桑。记得你说：“和你在一起都是快乐的。”想对我而言，出生时的那一声哭泣才是最大的欢乐和幸运。把我带进这不一样的世界，因此精彩。(文/贺文熙)