Dragon boat festival was gotten on for again, I am looking at a window outside, the sky in the heart falls fall, the past is like thrill through of act of the one act like the film, stay in that long-unseen small courtyard eventually.
端午节又快到了，我望着窗外，心里空落落的，往事如电影般一幕幕闪过，终于停留在那个久违的小院。
The dew of early morning, still hang on the leaf of Bao Ruchan ala, dragon boat festival is in the singing with ringing and euphonic cuckoo, elegant and come.
清晨的露珠，还挂在薄如蝉翼的花瓣上，端午节在布谷鸟清脆悦耳的歌声中，翩翩而来。
I am opened sleep faintly eye, the figure that sees a grandma only has begun to busy in the kitchen. I go seeing that pickle the rice of one night, pass one night immerse, that meter each is sufficient like drink nectar, the special languid of heavy is lazy, mutual lean close to is worn. My pick up one rice is put in sunshine to go down to look, slightly some are transparent, more the white jade that appears like a glittering and translucent get rid of.
我睁开朦胧的睡眼，只见奶奶的身影已经在厨房里开始忙碌。我去看那泡了一夜的米，经过一夜的浸泡，那米个个像饮足了琼浆玉液，沉甸甸的非常慵懒，互相偎依着。我捡起一粒米放在阳光下去看，略有些透明，更像一粒晶莹剔透的羊脂玉。
The kitchen was infected with the faint scent of trifling Zong leaf, my heart also is occupied completely. The hand of the grandma but really artful, a pair of hands are together overlay of two Zong leaf easy to doly, fold a small triangle, add some rice, put in a red splendent red jujube again, add again next some rice, the other one aspect of the matter that holds a zhongzi seals the mouth rise, bind again on fine fine rope made of hemp, one composition / the zhongzi was finished. Each are exquisite triangle Zong, color is like halcyon, make a person special like. Who can believe, so perfect zhongzi, where is the hand that is out grandma?
厨房沾染了些许粽叶的清香，我的心也被占得满满的。奶奶的手可真巧，一双手轻而易举地将两片粽叶叠加在一起，叠成一个小小的三角，添些米，再把一颗红的发亮的红枣放进去，然后再加些米，捏住粽子的另一端把口封起来，再绑上细细的麻绳，一作文/个粽子就完成了。每一只都是精巧的三角粽，色如翡翠，让人非常喜欢。谁会相信，如此完美的粽子，是出自奶奶的手呢？
There is steam in the kitchen, the water in boiler bubbles bubble the ground is noisy, the zhongzi is swimming like mischievous child inside same, keep rolling, aroma gradually plentiful my nasal cavity, a in abdomen only greedy bug, also by accost come out. I am staring at the boiler of the zhongzi that boil, looking forward to with eager expectancy, eagerly. The grandma laughed fatherlily, the ground that bestow favor on be addicted to says: “ immediately good, look you greedy. ”
厨房里弥漫着蒸气，锅里的水咕嘟咕嘟地响，粽子在里面像顽皮的小孩在游泳一样，不停地翻滚着，香气渐渐充盈了我的鼻腔，肚子里的一只只馋虫，也被勾引了出来。我盯着煮粽子的锅，望眼欲穿，如饥似渴。奶奶慈爱地笑了，宠溺地说：“马上就好了，看把你馋的。”
The zhongzi gives boiler, grab a zhongzi, pare skin, show snow-white rice and bright red jujube, it is regale of a vision simply. I do not love to eat a jujube, the grandma comes to jujube winkle with the chopstick, the rice that remain, had been caught smally by the jujube red. Bite readily go down, extremely sweet, beating my taste bud softly.
粽子出锅了，抓起一只粽子，剥开皮，露出雪白的米和大红的枣，简直就是一场视觉盛宴。我不爱吃枣，奶奶就用筷子把枣挑出来，剩下的米，已经被枣染得微红。一口咬下去，香甜极了，温柔敲打着我的味蕾。
The flavour plentiful of the zhongzi is worn I am whole childhood, bring me infinite memory, because that is the flavour of the love of the grandma.
粽子的味道充盈着我整个童年，带给我无限的回忆，因为那就是奶奶的爱的味道。