The five flavors is hazy the back in old house, be memory is miscellaneous old, thinking old house wave sweet, I cried. Years always is merciless, break memory of indiscriminate of that the five flavors into pieces, still leave regret of that bundle of ashamed.
五味朦胧了老屋中的背影，是回忆的杂陈，想着老屋的飘香，我哭了。岁月总是无情的，打碎那五味杂陈的回忆，兀自留下那一束愧疚。
Summer vacation already arrived, come to old house, make that dream of midsummer night, what stroke crosses sound of a bundle of cicada is dim, faze crosses the fragrance of sound of a frog. Eating a grandfather to changing the course that means does, those who had heard “ green pepper to fry pig ear ” is acrimony; Tick off popular feeling bowstring as what “ chickling stews dawdle ” however; Still be fond of went up the starlit since overflow of wave of water of Wanre of ” of “ potato silk 4 excessive are balmy.
暑假已到，来到了老屋，做那仲夏夜之梦，拂过一束蝉声的幽暗，扰过一曲蛙声的芬芳。吃着爷爷换着方式做的菜，闻过“青椒炒猪耳”的辛辣；却不如“小鸡炖蘑菇”之勾人心弦；兀自喜上了“土豆丝”宛若水波漾起星光的四溢芳香。
That day, arrived old house, opened the door that half an year did not see, look at the person that half an year did not see, content is person blame.
那日，到了老屋，打开了半年未见的门，看着半年未见的人，物是人非。
Grandpa “ ! ” abrupt prevents those who bumped into a grandfather to dimple not as good as, jing grand dekko, there is clear suffering in the grandfather's eye, in the revolve on my heart, “ is good grandson, how long to see a grandfather this old bone, feel the grandfather is lumpish. ” I answer at once: “ is not, either. ”
“爷爷！”猝不及防撞入了爷爷的笑靥，惊鸿一瞥，爷爷的眼里擎着清苦，在我的心上打转，“乖孙，多久没来看爷爷这把老骨头了，是不是感觉爷爷不中用了。”我连忙答道：“不是，不是。”
In the grandfather embrace bunch to fall, I entered old room, there is the flounder of the five flavors in house, a dish dish dish spurt shoots an aroma, fell, the male lion of a desolate saw my heart Wan Re like elk surfy, holding the “ of a word that I often teach before the grandfather in the arms to be able to eat is blessing ” , eating the meat ceaselessly.
在爷爷的拥簇下，我进了老屋，屋里飘着五味的辗转，一盘盘菜迸射出香气，落了座，我的心宛若一头落寞的雄狮看到了麋鹿般波涛汹涌，抱着爷爷以前老教育我的一句话“能吃是福”，不停的吃着肉。
Instant, I discover the grandfather uses a chopstick to fry pig ear in the “ green pepper before swing in ” , wan Re the snake of a light spirit, had tasted worldly flavour. The grandfather pares pig ear to me before, I feel the heart is medium agonized, because as a child father teachs me to eat dish to be able to place the dish before only, say this is the custom that ancestor hands down, can let person sense do not have breeding very much otherwise, I also all the time engrave is in heart. And the grandfather pares the dish before him to me unexpectedly here, the five flavors in the heart is miscellaneous old.
刹那，我发现爷爷用筷子在面前的“青椒炒猪耳”里摆动，宛若一条轻灵的蛇，尝过世间之五味。爷爷把猪耳朵剥到我面前，我感觉心中苦涩，因为从小父亲就教育我吃菜只能夹面前的菜，说这是老祖宗传下来的规矩，不然会让人感觉很没教养，我也一直铭记在心。而爷爷居然把他面前的菜剥到我这边，心里五味杂陈。
Look at the ” of “ potato silk that the grandfather eats, and other course lost luster immediately, the Yu Hui of the sun already not as good as its that gloriously radiant, first sun rays in the morning wanes to the close, change the butterfly of bright, fly to brimless horizon.
看着爷爷吃的“土豆丝”，而别的的菜顿时失去了光泽，太阳的余晖已不及其那光芒万丈，晨曦阑珊，化作璀璨的蝴蝶，飞向无边的天际。
Eat issued ” of silk of all “ potato, left other course, I go upstairs silently, the five flavors in the heart is miscellaneous old, coagulate dumbly eye is worn the grandfather's trends, he placed a meat, eventually, the clear suffering of canthus also cannot help again, lop bottle of the five flavors, those who look at old house wave sweet, I also cried.
吃下了所有“土豆丝”，留下了其他的菜，我默默上楼，心里五味杂陈，无言凝眸着爷爷的动态，他夹了一块肉，终于，眼角的清苦再也忍不住，垂下了五味瓶，看着老屋的飘香，我也哭了。
Look at old house again wave sweet, remember that word that ever saw in the book: The joys and sorrows of life that has love just is the life that we should live. Ashamed remorses, ashamed regret is hazy the five flavors in the heart, ” of silk of that “ potato however hard dismiss from one's mind, love the five flavors of the grandfather is only miscellaneous old.
再次看着老屋的飘香，想起曾在书中看到的那句话：有爱的酸甜苦辣才是我们该过的生活。愧疚，愧疚朦胧心中的五味，那“土豆丝”却难以忘怀，只有爷爷的爱五味杂陈。(文/张宇翔)