Time is a low flower, along eave slowly procumbent grow up. Worry is the grass that sends Yu Huagen, in time shadow overgrowth of ground of one be ignorant of.
光阴是朵低矮的花，沿着屋檐慢慢匍匐向上生长。心事是寄于花根的草，在光阴暗处一昧地疯长。
I and mother quarrelled.
我与母亲吵架了。
At first, that is a very small issue. But bilateral each other is uncompromising, make a noise fiercer more.
起初，那是很小的一件事。但双方互不让步，越吵越凶。
The thunder outside the window is plangent, fierce wind revolve, turn dizzy large tree and pedestrian, returned conveniently take along sth to sb to take a sock on the balcony. Black clouds accumulation is in sky, expand gradually, resemble the sponge of flood water, gently one jab, can come a cloudburst.
窗外雷声轰鸣，狂风打转，转晕了大树和行人，还顺带捎走了阳台上的一只袜子。乌云堆积在空中，渐渐膨胀，像注满水的海绵，轻轻一戳，便能来场倾盆大雨。
The mother inside house still is pulling neck and me to tell great truth. Her face goes up aglowly, double lip slightly shakily, eye eye resembles wanting to flounce off orbit general, staring at me closely. An intense brawl is persuaded with what advise in earnest, it is to be unable to dissuade me eventually. Ground of ” of maternal “ Shua stands up, brows one horizontal stroke, swing the door to give a room. I am subdued extremely, sit motionlessly before the desk, hold the post of tear torrential. The mother says very rightly, but my disposition stubborn also is not things. Remember just setting, I am afraid of again regret.
屋内母亲还在扯着脖子和我讲大道理。她的脸涨得通红，双唇微微颤抖着，眼眸像要挣脱眼眶一般，紧紧地盯着我。一番激烈的争吵和苦口婆心的劝说，终是拗不过我。母亲“唰”地站起身来，眉头一横，甩门出房间去了。我委屈极了，一动不动地坐在桌前，任泪水滂沱。母亲说得很对，但我脾气犟也不是一天两天的事了。想起刚刚的场景，我又怕又悔。
The sky did not imagine medium rainstorm, contrary, it just washs rice underground of drop of the sound of rain is worn. The mixed and disorderly rain mark on pane resembles extremely my multifarious worry, extend drip-drop of hand lay a finger on, that icy feeling and move are acerbity acerbity tear at a draught ooze entered a heart in.
天空没有想象中的暴风雨，相反，它只是淅淅沥沥地下着。窗玻璃上杂乱的雨痕像极了我繁杂的心事，伸出手触碰雨滴，那冰冰凉凉的感觉和着涩涩的泪一下子沁入了心中。
I and mother had not spoken several days, I want to search an opportunity to be the same as her become reconciled, always hiding in spite of oneself again however her, a sound is reminding me ceaselessly in the bottom of the heart: “ does not lower his head, do not lower his head! ”
我和母亲已经好几天没讲过话了，我想寻个机会同她和好，却又总是不由自主地躲着她，一个声音在心底不断地提醒着我：“别低头，别低头！”
Outside the window, the black clouds caboodle of another bunch is pressing tuft, drive does not go, drive do not come loose, press those who sink the sky is murkily, also let me breath hard.
窗外，一簇又一簇的乌云堆压着，驱不走，赶不散，压得天空阴沉沉的，亦让我难以喘息。
The mother has done meal, she and little brother have a meal in table the josh sound when, inside the side that the by fits and starts conducts into me. I am slanting head, hear the sound on table carefully. The mother writes a composition to did not want to call the meaning that I have a meal it seems that, my abdomen is already so hungry that my abdomen murmur verbose ground cried. I want to have a meal, if can alleviate my two relationship is better.
母亲已经做好了饭菜，她与弟弟在餐桌吃饭时的说笑声，一阵一阵地传进我的耳内。我偏着脑袋，仔细听餐桌上的动静。母亲似乎作文没有想要喊我吃饭的意思，我的肚子已经饿得咕噜噜地叫了。我想出去吃饭，如果能缓和一下我俩之间的关系就更好了。
Outside the window a silence of pluvial silk quiet the ground delimits from inside sky fall, next die is in mirage.
窗外一条条雨丝悄无声息地从空中划落，然后消逝在雾气里。
Firm plan opens a door, hear the little brother's voice: Doesn't “ elder sister come out to have a meal? She thinks ”“ eat, so big individual, hungry do not know oneself will eat! ” mother lifted a few are moved, resembling is to let me hear painstakingly like. Acerb sound dip became full onion flavour, prick so that I think tear continuously.
刚打算开房门，就听见弟弟的声音：“姐姐不出来吃饭么？”“她想吃就吃，这么大个人了，饿了不知道自己来吃啊！”母亲升高了几个调，像是刻意让我听见似的。尖锐的声音浸满了洋葱味，刺得我直想掉眼泪。
Pluvial silk is gradually concentrated, make sign of the rain outside the window, endless, diffuse in me thick in stiff worry. I am retractile take the hand on doorknob, be stupefied is to want when they eat to go out again.
雨丝渐渐密集，构成窗外雨帘，连绵不绝，弥漫在我浓稠的心事中。我缩回搭在门把上的手，愣是想等到他们吃完再出去。
I do not call “ you, is you do not plan to have a meal? ”
“我不叫你，你就不打算吃饭是吗？”
Abrupt, the door is opened by ground of “ Shua ” , the mother appears in the doorway, frighten so that I hit a shiver. In the mother look attentively at below, my slowly move gives a room, although shake somewhat in the heart, placing Zhang Pu to overcome a face as before however.
突然，门被“唰”地打开，母亲出现在门口，吓得我打了个哆嗦。在母亲的注视下，我慢悠悠地挪出房间，虽然心中有所动摇，却依旧摆着张扑克脸。
Little brother already siesta, meal place remnant very few, grievance climbed mind again. Unexpectedly, the mother gives the food of a few dishes of warm from the end in kitchen rice cooker, end is before me. I am low head, gathering up timidly meal. The mother sits in dining table edge to look at me silently, stretch his hand next placed bunch dish to be put into my bowl. The aroma of meal is enticing me, still scruple somewhat originally, from the back direct big swobble.
弟弟已经午睡了，饭菜所剩无几，委屈又攀上了心头。不料，母亲从厨房饭锅里端出几盘热乎乎的菜，端在我面前。我低着头，怯懦地扒着饭。母亲坐在饭桌边静静地看着我，然后伸手夹了簇菜放进我碗里。饭菜的香气引诱着我，本来还有所顾忌，后面就直接大口大口地吃了。
The mother rises entered a room, I am looked at still be in the dish that risking steam, one share acid emerges mind, swarmed into nose pointed ……
母亲起身进了房，我看着还在冒着热气的菜，一股子酸涌上心头，涌入了鼻尖……
If careless worry stopped the trend of overgrowth, because of the sunshine that it wants, want body of a side of in a way only, can lay a finger on.
如草的心事停下了疯长的趋势，因为它要的阳光，只需稍稍一侧身，就能触碰。
Original, maternal love is so simple, in quarrelling, in the food of a love that also makes with one's own hands in her.
原来，母亲的爱这么简单，在一次争吵中，也在她亲手做的一顿爱心餐里。(文/温嘉璐)