No matter the length of time or short, happiness always can come, likelihood the word of a care of parents is happy, or is the deep-felt friendship between the classmate it is happy, anyway, always remember —— happiness be beside.
不论时间的长或短，幸福总是会来临，可能父母的一句关心的话是幸福，抑或是同学间的深切友谊是幸福，不管怎样，总记得——幸福就在身边。
In one's childhood, I always love to take candy, if cry,be troubled by, can taking candy to be fooled only is, grandmother always takes me to do not have method, want what to give, later, for me, she learned to have picture of candy of —— of a craft.
小时候，我总爱吃糖，若是哭闹，只能拿糖来一哄便是，姥姥便总拿我没办法，要什么就给什么，后来，为了我，她学起了一个手艺——糖画。
Remember in those days, she often goes out designedly go buying material. The flower of roadside withered, she was taking oil and candy to be able to come; The leaf on the tree is laughing to spring, she is being taken again grow long bamboo lot, a pair of laggard cotton-padded shoes, then, I had such consciousness: Want those who heard shoe to kick only step sound, I run outside going out, always can bump with her wearing.
记得那时，她经常特意出门去买材料。路边的花儿谢了，她带着油和糖会来了；树上的叶子对着春天正笑着，她又带着长长的竹签，拖沓着一双棉鞋，于是，我便有了这样的意识：只要听到了鞋子的踢踏声，我就跑出门外，总能与她撞个正着。
Came back, look at her to do, also feel not difficult in the heart. She often is taking that caldron, boosting sugar of a bowl of Bai Sha, catching a few bamboo to sign me before. She opens fire first, waited for boiler to heat up some, receive trifling oil, look at that oil frisky in boiler, had in the heart kind ineffable excited, however be mingled with is worn a fear, before dare not going up, be obliged to stepping on bench, cautiously drop back is watched.
回来了，便看着她做，心里也觉得不难。她常拿着那口大锅，捧着一碗白砂糖，抓着几根竹签来到我面前。她先打开火，待锅热了些，便倒进些许油，看着那油在锅中活蹦乱跳，心中便有了种莫名的激动，却夹杂着一丝恐惧，不敢上前，只得踩着凳子，小心翼翼地退后观看。
After a short while, she uses sugar of a bowl of Bai Sha ladle slowly dip enters boiler in, wait for when returning remnant last a little bit, she hands me ladle, signal lets me fill to be put in, I cover eye, endeavor ground handle is stretchy, in the composition to candy at the same time, also perhaps can pour ladle into together, grandmother can point to my head, nod gently, blame: “ child of your this bear! ” , but I in those days, a tiny bit of lose will never appear however on the face or sad, I always feel happy to excessive took my heart.
少顷，她将一碗白砂糖用勺子徐徐舀入锅中，待到还剩最后一点时，她把勺子递给我，示意让我盛一把放进去，我便捂住眼睛，尽力地把手伸长，在到糖的作文同时，也许会把勺子也一同倒进，姥姥便会指着我的头，轻轻地点一下，怪道：“你这熊孩子！”，但那时的我，脸上却决不会出现一丝的失落或伤心，我总觉得幸福溢进了我的心田。
Candy entered boiler, should wait on very long, at this moment, the ability in my heart is most of lose, a person sits on bench, lift boil lid from time to time, cry come grandmother, she knows perfectly well candy to did not melt, still run to hold in the arms however issue me, always fear I had which fine hair on the human body to be hurt, which skin break, bore in the heart, what do not know to be then beside however is happy.
糖入了锅，便要等上很久，这时，我的心中才是最失落的，一个人坐在凳子上，时不时掀开锅盖，喊来姥姥，她明知糖未融化，却依然跑来抱下我，总担心我有哪根汗毛被伤了，哪块皮弄破了，心中厌烦，却不知那在身边的就是幸福。
At this moment, candy has been boiled, grandmother is taking bamboo lot, fill an one ladle, on the flimsy that put bamboo lot, the design that I want scale, one horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke, want to expend idea, for, make me happy.
这时，糖便熬好了，姥姥便拿着竹签，盛起一勺子，在放了竹签的薄纸上，绘制我想要的图案，一横、一竖，都要耗费心思，只为了，让我幸福。
Taste, always be sweet taste, again the heart of lose also can boil because of it rise.
吃起来，总是甜滋滋的，再失落的心也会因它而沸腾起来。
Now, was brought up, live in once loving the city that consider then, feel tired out however, ever never realized the happiness beside this, thinking of the candy picture that can take that hour only, be perfectly satisfied.
现在，长大了，住在了那曾经恋想的城市中，却深感疲惫，从不曾悟得这身边的幸福，只想着能吃到那小时的糖画，便心满意足。
Go on the ave of this voice noisy and confused, it is to eat get exactly like candy picture, but do not eat to give identical taste, do not see former happiness already.
走在这人声鼎沸的大街上，是吃得到一模一样的糖画，但吃不出相同的味道，早已不见从前的幸福。
Side side, think back to again a laggard footstep; Between bazoo, nose the aroma of oily candy, in the heart, experience the happiness to the side of that again.
耳畔，又回想起拖沓的脚步声；鼻间，又嗅到了油糖的香气，心中，又感受到那身边的幸福。(文/邹佳怡)