That photograph casing has sent ash it seems that, look carefully, its former days burnish that sees dimly, lens face is cheating a thin ash, brush gently, there was that dusty memory on finger. I am staring it, feeling waved distant birthplace. That is a cold winter, a shop is in Bao Xue on the earth, accidentally a person has gone, footmark is met brightly imprints above, very long ……
那个相框似乎已经发灰了，仔细看，依稀可见的它往日的光泽，镜面蒙着一层薄灰，轻轻一擦，手指上便有了那尘封的记忆。我凝视着它，思绪飘到了遥远的故乡。那是一个寒冷的冬天，薄雪一层一层的铺在大地上，偶然有一个人走过，脚印便会鲜明地印在上面，很久……
The building of birthplace, blue bricks black is made of baked clay, row upon row of; The smoke from kitchen chimneys in chimney, wave in the wind circle, light and optional, asing if is one black and white intertexture wash, passing the information that ceases late since villager morning; A that of country small Zhu Lin, bear the weight of I when full memory.
故乡的房屋，青砖黛瓦，鳞次栉比；烟囱里的炊烟，袅袅绕绕，淡淡随意，仿佛是一幅黑白交织的水墨画，传递着村民晨起晚息的信息；乡间的那一片小竹林，承载我儿时满满的回忆。
The grandma of old, the small Zhu Lin at the back of tile-roofed house is busying, and I move back and forth meantime plays amuse oneself. Clump clump bamboo is verdant and forceful, not Wei is freezing, often shaking oneself body. "Outside cold, come back quickly! "The grandma cries loudly. "Came, came! "I reply aloud. I was running gently to arrive in the house, sat, the snowflake outside looking at a window waves slowly fall, final melt. "Cold? "A pair of coarse hands are holding my hand closely closely, memory may be ambiguous, but the hand that the grandma bestrews a callosity that pair, it is warm forever warm, chill is broken up immediately. "Not cold, had the hand of the grandma, I how may cold? "I am laughing sweetly to say.
年迈的奶奶，在瓦房后面的小竹林忙碌着，而我穿梭其间嬉戏玩耍。丛丛竹子苍翠挺拔，不畏严寒，不时抖动着自己的身躯。"外面冷，快点回来喽！"奶奶高声喊道。"来了，来了！"我大声回答。我轻跑着到了屋子里，坐了下来，看着窗外的雪花慢慢飘落，最后消融。"冷吗？"一双粗糙的手紧紧地握着我的手，记忆可能模糊，但奶奶那双布满老茧的手，永远是暖暖的，寒冷顿时被驱散。"不冷，有了奶奶的手，我怎么可能会冷呢？"我甜甜地笑着说。
At this moment, my father stride ground walked into a door, this one full marks is taken on the hand / strange thing, it is it seems that old old camera. Behind follow closely is my mother, still have a frisky puppy, in the room that fills a nip in the air to this, smooth added a few minutes of warmth. See the person of full house, well? Where is my grandfather? Do not become …… hard I ran out immediately, run to the side of the pond, cry aloud: Grandpa “ ! Had a meal! ” that stoop is worn lumbar old person, heard my voice it seems that, slowly face about comes over, showed a piece of face that have been through the vicissitudes of life. My grandfather, not good at one's words, no matter Chun Xiaqiu winter, he always loves to take a walk to village head. Eventually, the home is complete.
这时，我的父亲大步流星地走进了家门，手上拿这一满分/个新奇的玩意儿，似乎是一个老旧的相机。紧跟身后的是我的母亲，还有一只活蹦乱跳的小狗，给这个充满寒意的房间里，平添了几分温暖。看看满屋子的人，咦？我爷爷呢？难不成……我立马跑了出去，跑到了池塘边，大声喊道：“爷爷！吃饭了！”那佝偻着腰的老人，似乎听到了我的声音，慢慢转身过来，露出了一张饱经沧桑的脸。我的爷爷，不善言辞，不论春夏秋冬，他总爱到村头去散散步。终于，家完整了。
After lunch, my father gets a support mysteriously suddenly, there is a camera above, my suddenly be enlightened runs into rave in house: “ took a picture, took a picture, take a photograph of whole family! Grandpa ” and grandma hear my word, pace gives a door, the mother also was pulling a dog to be taken outside. If my father directs captain with, leading us the seat to oneself, I am feeling puzzled, a photograph of whole family became little when how should my father do, our neighbour appeared suddenly, hey, such before. “ one, 2, 3, aubergine! ” our in chorus is saying. Accompany the sound of ” of “ Ka Ca, this sweet one act is decided forever case come down.
午饭后，我父亲突然神神秘秘地弄出一个支架，上面摆着一个相机，我恍然大悟跑进屋里叫道：“拍照了，拍照了，拍全家福了！”爷爷和奶奶听到我的话，缓慢的走出房门，母亲也牵着狗带到了外面。我的父亲如同一个指挥队长，引领着我们到自己的位子，我正纳闷，全家福少了我父亲该怎么办的时候，我们的邻居突然出现了，嘿嘿，原来如此。“一，二，三，茄子！”我们齐声说着。伴随“咔嚓”的声音，这温馨的一幕被永远定格了下来。
The snowflake outside house still is fluttering, slide to go up in my face, slowly melt …… but of this piece of photograph tonal it is warm forever, because of it the name calls Home “ ” !
屋外雪花还在飞舞，滑落在我的脸上，慢慢消融了……但这张照片的色调永远是暖的，因为它名字叫做“家”！(文/陈田田)