“ bang ” , a Yang Mei falls on my head, I jump down swing, pick up remove it, put into cool and refreshing well water to wash, put in the mouth again, sample the familiar flavor of that refreshing of acerbity acid.
“啪”，一颗杨梅落在了我的头上，我跳下秋千，拾起它，放进清凉的井水里洗一洗，再放到嘴里，品尝那酸酸的沁人心脾的熟悉滋味。
Every arrive summer vacation, our metropolis lives for some time to grandmother wife and children, that is the little village of a common, do not pass ten someones in all, everything very common, and I spent the best childhood time here however.
每到暑假，我们都会到外婆家小住一段时间，那是一个寻常的小山村，总共不过十几户人家，一切都很寻常，而我却在这里度过了最美好的童年时光。
In one's childhood I stand on Qing Qing's open country constantly, the top of head has the day of azure blue, there is clear water beside, still the paddy that did not mature sends out the pure and fresh flavor that give, give a person with a kind of relaxed and cozy feeling. Everyday early morning, I get up in the cry of cuckoo, on the swing that takes below red bayberry tree, before to round of sun that rises first. All round soundless, hear all sorts of birds to bleat ringingly only, suck greatly at a heat, have one's bosom filled with is all sorts of wild flower between hill is sweet.
小时候的我时常站在青青的原野上，头顶有湛蓝的天，身旁有清澈的水，还有没成熟的稻谷散发出的清新气息，给人以一种轻松惬意的感觉。每天清晨，我都在布谷鸟的叫声中起床，坐在杨梅树下的秋千上，面前正对着一轮初升的太阳。周围静悄悄的，只听到各种鸟儿清脆的鸣叫，深吸一口气，满腔都是山间各种野花的香。
Had eaten breakfast, the family carries the hill on basket of a small bamboo on the back together, here has worry everywhere, residue on, on stub, the …… below pine looks I am dazzlingly, do not know how to should do it. Listen to grandmother to say, also not be all and bright-coloured dawdle it is poisonous, so the bamboo of grandmother is having the color of profusion in basket, red, the composition is yellow, green …… is extremely beautiful, still have a big wild agaric, grandmother tells me what is eatable. Then, not a little while I am replete bamboo basket, elated ground came home. Grandfather still caught a few loach in the pond before house door, before I take the door, still do not forget to pick on a few rape flower.
吃过早饭，全家一起背上一个小竹筐上山去了，这里到处都有蘑菇，枝丫上、树桩上、松树下……看得我眼花缭乱，不知道该如何下手。听外婆说，也并不是所有鲜艳的蘑菇都是有毒的，所以外婆的竹筐里有着缤纷的颜色，红的、作文黄的、绿的……漂亮极了，还有一大朵野木耳，外婆告诉我哪些是可以吃的。于是，不一会儿我就装满了竹筐，兴高采烈地回家了。外公还在屋门前的池塘里捉了几条泥鳅，我进门前还不忘摘上几朵菜花。
Grandmother begins to prepare lunch, grandfather hastens helping make a fire. The chimney of made of baked clay roof rises rose to wave in the wind smoke from kitchen chimneys, waved on earthy kitchen blast of a meal sweet, the time passes smoothly to make the same score often, having inarticulate happiness however.
外婆开始准备午饭了，外公赶忙帮着生火。瓦房顶的烟囱上升起了袅袅炊烟，土灶上飘来了阵阵饭菜的香，日子过得平平常常，却有着说不出的幸福。
Lunch end came up, have loach of a dish of egg of decoct of a dish of cauliflower, blast, still one bowl fries dawdle. Of round circle, there is cauliflower on golden egg, in Cheng Zaixue's white porcelain dish, the United States must resemble a picture. The loach with good blast should spill on a bit salt only, that flavour is delicious and clinking, your person hard dismiss from one's mind. Dawdle needs clear to fry only, have it oneself originally little taste.
午饭端上来了，有一盘菜花煎鸡蛋、一盘炸泥鳅，还有一碗炒蘑菇。圆圆的、金黄的鸡蛋上点缀着几朵粉嫩粉嫩的菜花，盛在雪白的瓷盘里，美得就像一幅画。炸好的泥鳅只要撒上一点盐，那味道就鲜美无比，令人难以忘怀。蘑菇只需清炒，自有它原本的鲜味。
All these is the ordinary flavour, homemade taste, flavour in memory.
这一切都是平凡的味道、朴素的味道、记忆中的味道。
I sit on the swing below red bayberry tree, the Yu Hui of the dusk is aspersed on red bayberry tree, fall on swing, illuminate is on my body. My smell is worn the Yang Mei on the tree the wood between hill is sweet, sweet, everything is so harmonious, common day also waves sweet.
我坐在杨梅树下的秋千上，傍晚的余晖洒在杨梅树上，落在秋千上，照射在我的身上。我嗅着树上的杨梅香、山间的草木香，一切都是那么和谐，寻常日子也飘香。(文/王子默)