New native place, the villager that never seeks a range, once now and then has met 7 great aunt 8 mother's eldest sister, big father uncle people, and their lofty children, everything lively because of one the individual's the anniversary of the death of a parent rise; This individual, it is the grandmother that I die 20 years already, father's mother.
陌生的家乡，从未谋面的乡亲，曾经偶尔见过面的七大姑八大姨，大爹大叔们，以及他们高大的子女，一切都因一个人的忌日而热闹起来；这个人，就是我早已去世20年的祖母，父亲的母亲。
Autumnal dusk, a few censer beside, winding around lingeringly filar silk black smoke, full house is being enveloped by this gradually full-bodied black smoke; And my heart, also fall in the edify of this smoke, slowly calm come down.
秋天的黄昏，身旁的几座香炉，袅袅地缭绕着丝丝青烟，满屋子就被这渐渐浓郁的青烟笼罩着；而我的心，也在这烟的熏染下，慢慢沉静下来。
Father comes over, hand the cultural relic that I send —— of yellow pedigree of a clan to be just as to just come up out of land originally, say: “ looks, our familial, also had had glorious past. ”
父亲过来，递给我一本发黄的族谱——犹如一本刚刚出土的文物，说：“看看吧，我们的家族，也有过辉煌的过去。”
I open foldaway scroll cautiously, an one layer ground browses, the original complex form of a simplified Chinese character of full paper, ineffable full name, the name; Be in last, see “ path light 7 years dimly ” handwriting, 3 people of such-and-such brother, take root this ground, open …… of border develop earth later, wive of some eldest brother is such-and-such family name, unripe such-and-such; Some 2 elder brother, wive is such-and-such family name, give birth to such-and-such ……
我小心翼翼地打开折叠式的书卷，一层一层地翻阅，满纸的繁体字，莫名的姓名，字号；在最后一层，依稀看到“道光七年”字迹，某某兄弟三人，扎根该地，开疆拓土……后来，某大哥娶妻某某氏，生某某；某二哥，娶妻某某氏，生某某……
My satori, home town person, the history of domestic strength also.
我顿悟，家乡者，家之壮大之历史也。
“ went, went! ” did not know to call a few voice. We the ancestral grave on this, go hold a memorial ceremony for my grandmother.
“走了，走了！”不知谁喊了几嗓子。我们该上祖坟了，去祭奠我的祖母了。
Be in in lap, the earth that layer cascade folds wraps composition grave grave, spread out at the moment in me, delay to far extend, till horizon ……
在一处山坳里，层层叠叠的土包作文墓冢，在我眼前展开，向远处延伸出去，直到天边……
I try from inside this same grave grave, in finding pedigree of a clan those once brilliant ancestor, but do not get however; Old people says, they also cannot be found, that says on pedigree of a clan, it is the memory that a kind of ancestors shedding hands down.
我试图从这一样的墓冢中，找到族谱中那些曾经辉煌的祖先，但却不得；大人们说，他们也找不到，那都是族谱上说的，是一种祖上流传下来的记忆。
I remember a word of Shakespeare suddenly: “ no matter you are civilian, still be a noble, once put bier, euqally unmanned make inquires. ”
我突然想起莎士比亚的一句话：“不论你是平民，还是贵族，一旦放入棺材，一样无人问津。”
Aside old people, paper is burned in the busy grandmother that gives me, if there is “ to long for ” in great aunt and 2 aunt mouth among them, saying, saying, they begin to cry greatly; Children are by grave grave amuse oneself, laugh is in sky resound; In the one horn of grandmother grave grave, actually one is in light green, dazzling light is allotting in sunshine; Nearby, a dun dust collected on furniture, ant is in in and out, busy move moves.
一旁的大人们，在忙着给我的祖母烧纸，其中大姑与二姑嘴里说着“思念”的话，说着，说着，他们就开始大哭；孩子们在墓冢旁玩耍，笑声在空中回荡；在祖母墓冢的一角，竟然有一处淡淡的绿色，在阳光下发着耀眼的光；不远处，一个暗褐色的浮土，蚂蚁在进进出出，忙着搬家。
My young brother's daughter, pestering adult to take a picture to her, and her back, it is the graveyard …… of the ancestor that layer cascade folds
我的小侄女，缠着大人给她照相，而她的身后，就是层层叠叠的祖先的墓地……
In the evening, I lie in a dark hut, the flavour that soaking what also come loose not to go forever to burn paper ases if in house, people still is in adjoining loud Tan Xiao, dot people also crying unendingly be troubled by ……
晚上，我躺在黑暗的一间小屋里，屋里仿佛浸透着永远也散不去的烧纸的味道，人们还在隔壁大声谈笑，小孩子们也在无休止的哭闹……
In the anniversary of the death of a parent of grandmother, I sampled however of life besides flavour.
在祖母的忌日里，我却品尝到了生命的况味。(文/朱思弈)