Algidity passes through the aperture of wintry day old window to enter, be like a relaxed mint tea, immediately divine Qing Yiming. Should have always in the winter so little warm ability lives, making is that sunshine, warm body; Making is the coffee with a cup of float vapour, balmy ooze is lienal; Make the good book that is him collect carefully, moist heart ……
寒气透过冬日旧窗的缝隙进入，如一口清爽的薄荷茶，顿时神清意明。冬天总要有那么点温暖才能度日，许是那阳光，温暖着身子；许是一杯蒸汽飘浮的咖啡，芳香沁脾；许是一本自己珍藏的好书，滋润了心田……
Every breathe out to north wind the winter that breathe out, the person always likes drowsily to lying, do not love to ambulate. I am not exceptional also, at this moment, be placed the book on the bookshelf, became that warmth of days of my fritter away, I have this book, not was to have only fold paper, more the knowledge that had literal Li Baogui.
每到北风呼呼的冬天，人总是喜欢懒洋洋地卧着，不爱走动。我也不例外，这时，被放置在书架上的书本，便成了我消磨时光的那份温暖，我拥有这本书，不单单是拥有了一叠纸，更拥有了文字里宝贵的知识。
In old house, some make the old fashioned square table for eight people of lacquer, the almirah of log color, antiquated bavin wood hearth, reveal a years static nice smell. Grandmother one idle comes down to taking edge horn material, dai Hao presbyopic glasses is doing the insole that she does not do forever then in what step on sewing machine. Sewing machine gives out needlework to cross cloth to pick up the reputation of ” of “ Shua Shua that have quickly again quickly, I feel suddenly however: It does not cross the literal flow in brain quickly after all. Grandfather does not love to be curtilage in the home, do not have a thing to want to take me to string together neighbour everywhere, see this card games, see that card games, he himself is not card games, never had hit. Grandfather never smokes, he loves alcoholic drink, love the composition rice wine with home town sweet alcohol. Sometimes, wine also is the warm current of day of a winter, but I dare be not drunk, be afraid of resemble what say on the book in that way, drunk hind ugly performance 100, but meet sometimes close lightly of on the sly readily, next “ bah, bah ” cold-shoulders wine suffering, gloomy ground runs to read a book.
在老屋，有些许脱漆的八仙桌，原木色的衣橱，古旧的柴木灶台，流露出岁月静好的气息。外婆一闲下来便拿着边角布料，戴好老花镜在缝纫机上一踏一踏的做着她那永远做不完的鞋垫。缝纫机发出针线快速穿过布料又快速拾起的“唰唰”声，我却突然觉得：它终究快不过文字在脑海中的流动。外公不爱宅在家里，没事便要带我四处串邻居，看看这家打牌的，看看那家打牌的，他自己倒是不打牌，一次都不曾打过。外公从不抽烟，他爱酒，就爱家乡醇香的作文米酒。有时，酒也是一股冬日的暖流，可我不敢喝，怕像书上说的那样，醉了后丑态百出，但有时会偷偷地抿一口，然后“呸，呸”嫌弃酒苦，灰溜溜地跑去看书去了。
One page, be in slow in the days that flows, fine taste beauty of a not care at all and warmth.
一页页，在缓慢流走的时光里，细品一份恬美与温馨。
The daytime in the winter always is very short, lead sexual tail like bunny, swing, good time of a day runnings smooth. I always am in grandmother repeatedly urgent below, do not abandon the ground to put down book, look at paling colour of sky helplessly, good gracious next buildings have a meal. Food is not much, in the ground of all out grandmother, the small greens that I love grandmother to plant most and that is appearing Mai Xiang's rice. I had happiness momently in this, more had quiet.
冬天的白昼总是很短，像兔子率性的尾巴，一甩，一天的美好时光就跑光了。我总在外婆连声的催促下，不舍地放下书本，无奈地看着变暗的天色，乖乖下楼吃饭。菜不多，样样出自外婆的地里，我最爱外婆种的小青菜和那透着麦香的米饭。我在这一刻拥有了美好，更拥有了安宁。
such, daily rise to carrying ancient poetry on the back early, double cease day carries an ancient prose on the back, languid lies lazily in the chair. Steal sometimes small lazy, do not carry a poem on the back, wanting to will carry two on the back tomorrow, run elder brother home, leafing through what this world covered in elder brother bookcase " Chinese history fluctuates 5000 " , appreciate the wisdom of the ancients.
就这样，每日起早背着古诗，双休日背篇古文，慵懒地卧在椅子里。有时偷个小懒，不背诗，想着明天背两首，跑去哥哥家，翻看着哥哥书柜里蒙了尘的《中国历史上下五千年》，领略古人的智慧。
Book photograph is accompanying me to had taken a winter of another chill, it, what drive went to enter system is cold, be like,bring me spring contented feeling, so warm. Cracker of Jing Houchun section, gallop in the book fly, will cold winter became one annual warm winter.
书本相伴着我走过一个又一个寒冷的冬天，它，驱走了入体的寒，带给我如春的满足感，那么温暖。静候春节爆竹，在书中驰骋飞翔，将寒冬变成了一年年的暖冬。(文/徐佳雯)