After daylong study passes, my ramble is in the courtyard of the village, planted in the courtyard a lot of viny, finely sunshine scatters fragmentarily through the aperture between grape leaf full ground, hold in both hands with the hand have that sun, experience it lukewarm in my hand warm current drips, in the heart unavoidable give birth to sweetness. Yu Guang catchs a glimpse of that greenery the viny cirrus of half block, it that winding and labyrinthian appearance let me remember the hand that resembles a grandfather, on that pair of sere hands one a protuberant blood-vessel.
一整天的学习过后，我漫步在小区的院子里，院子中种了许多葡萄树，细碎的阳光透过葡萄叶间的缝隙零星地散落满地，用手捧起那股阳光，感受它在我手中温暖流淌，心中不免生起几分甜蜜。余光瞥见那绿叶半遮的葡萄树的藤蔓，它那蜿蜒曲折的样子让我想起了像爷爷的手，那一双干枯的手上一条条突起的血管。
That pair of hands, it is the precious memory in my childhood, think now, unexpectedly part sweetness is in mind.
那双手，是我童年中宝贵的回忆，现在想起来，竟有几分甜蜜在心头。
Previously in the backyard of our home, also planted a few trunk of a tree such grape, every arrive Xia Mo, when cicada sound is noisy, the grandfather cuts the grape with below one full individual plant with respect to the hand that can bestrew a callosity with that pair, grape of a bead is cut next cleaning, feed the mouth that fills dissatisfaction forever then into me next in. I am eating with pleasure, be bungled move the mouth, grapy sweet taste from inside the mouth sweet arrived in the heart.
以前我们家的后院里，也栽了几株这样的葡萄，每到夏末，蝉声聒噪之时，爷爷就会用那双布满老茧的手剪下一株饱满的葡萄，一粒粒葡萄被剪下清洗，然后喂进我那永远都填不满的嘴里。我津津有味地吃着，砸吧着嘴，葡萄的甜味从口中甜到了心里。
Love to sit below grape trellis composition most in one's childhood, experiencing that one is shady and cool, follow a grandfather to recite first one poem that circles a mouth together, counting blood-vessel of a root, now and then ramble is in sunshine, always be all round body of sunshine private parts around move the flavour of the sort of lackadaisical afternoon sunshine, warm warm sweetness can'ts help going out from heart first-born.
小时候最爱坐在葡萄架作文下，感受着那一片阴凉，跟着爷爷一起背诵一首首绕口的诗，数着那双手上一根根血管，偶尔漫步在阳光中，在阳光下身体周围总是围绕着那种午后懒洋洋的阳光的味道，暖暖的甜蜜不禁从心头生出。
Remember once, I fell ill, full ill 3 days, 3 days of that double old hands are accompanying me all the time, feed me to drink drug of below one bowl of bowl, obliterate for me afflictive effluent tear, me cuddle strokes my back gently in the bosom. To now I as if to still can experience a grandfather to help me obliterate when tear, sere and coarse old hand has delimited the sort of itch of the cheek plunges into the feeling that plunge into; That coaxes the hand that eagle becomes a little while to become a doggie a little while when I am happy; When that holds me in the arms, flap I let me fall asleep flap the hand …… of rhythm
记得有一次，我生病了，整整病了三天，三天那双大手一直陪伴着我，喂我喝下一碗碗药，替我一次次擦去难受流出的泪，将我搂在怀里轻抚我的背。到现在我仿佛仍能感受到爷爷帮我擦去眼泪时，干枯粗糙的大手划过脸颊的那种痒痒扎扎的感受；那哄我开心时一会儿变成老鹰一会儿变成小狗的手；那抱我时拍打我让我入睡拍打节奏的手……
The eye is pricked some are deeply by sunshine, close double key point, I stroke that viny cirrus again, that familiar old hand in resembling memory is euqally tender, a few minutes of sweetness emerge mind.
眼睛被阳光刺得有些痛了，闭上双眼，我又抚了抚那葡萄树的藤蔓，就像记忆中那熟悉的大手一样温柔，几分甜蜜涌上心头。(文/袁逸飞)