Tian Gaoyun is weak, fly south wild goose, the autumn always is so golden. It is golden harvests everywhere, it is the singing of results everywhere. I cannot be bent on this because of be being squeezed in the yearning in the heart however auspicious Qiu Guang. Autumnal yearning, be such loneliness.
天高云淡，大雁南飞，秋天总是这样金黄。到处是五谷丰登，到处是收获的歌声。我却因挤在心中的怀念无法醉心于这大好秋光。秋天的怀念，是这样孤独啊。
Return the fall before remembering 3 years, I the season that in orange persimmon you push me to touch, received those who admire a middle school in the heart to admit an announcement. Demur does not say, the joyance in my general heart is shared with Lao father.
还记得三年前的秋天，我在橘子柿子你挤我碰的时节，收到了心仪中学的录取通知。二话不说，我将心中的喜悦同姥爷分享。
Lao as form of a address for an official or rich man the position in my heart is peerless. when, I often follow mom to go to grandmother home, like to follow after Lao father buttock most in those days, go the buffet in the village buys candy to eat. Some growner, the chance that with Lao father meets is little, but as before attaching he. Each minor details in the life, I wish to tell Lao father, besides is so glad thing!
姥爷在我心中的地位是绝无仅有的。儿时，我常常跟着妈妈去姥姥家，那时最喜欢跟在姥爷屁股后，去村中的小卖部买糖吃。长大些，与姥爷见面的机会少了，但依旧依恋他。生活中的每一个细枝末节，我都恨不得告诉姥爷，况且是这样高兴的事！
Reach grandmother home, I and Lao father are in outside the door below large tree communicative. Lao of “ Lao father as form of a address for an official or rich man, you like to learn which one division most in one's childhood ah you say ”“ , lao of difficult ”“ of course of junior high school as form of a address for an official or rich man, we talked about ……” before you a lot of, from cowboy Vega, to villatic changes history. This makes me be forgotten hard especially among them, it is Lao father admonish to mine about my future. Lao father tells me, school work is admittedly serious, but the value that does not want negligence and person to get along, everything does not haggle over every ounce, should learn good-tempered. Lao father still tells me, study is holding to, cannot covet result of a day. Lao father has become a teacher before, speak of these reasons, nature is babble, nevertheless compared with the teacher majestic, lao father is more a warmth.
到姥姥家，我和姥爷在门外大树下畅谈。“姥爷姥爷，您小时候最喜欢学哪一科啊”“您说，初中课程难不难”“姥爷，您以前……”我们聊了好多，从牛郎织女星，到村庄变迁史。这其中尤其令我难以忘却的，是姥爷关于我的未来对我的告诫。姥爷告诉我，学业固然重要，但不要忽视与人相处的重要性，凡事不要斤斤计较，要学会宽容。姥爷还告诉我，学习会在坚持，不可贪图一日之功。姥爷先前做过老师，说起这些道理来，自然是喋喋不休，不过比起老师的庄严，姥爷更多了一份温情。
Still remember, that evening, it is the Mid-autumn Festival, the moon is very round, we are in. Lao father and I had agreed, each the Mid-autumn Festival, metropolis such for company I.
仍记得，那晚，是中秋节，月亮很圆，我们都在。姥爷与我约定好，每一个中秋节，都会这样陪着我。
The person always can expect a lot of things hard.
人总会难以预料到很多事。
The following day, the sad news of the death is transmitted, lao father died. I stay to looking at a sky slow-wittedly, hope to look at the person on the photograph again, absentminded, had felt familiar, be, yesterday talent has seen; Very unfamiliar, also do not see again. My deadlocked is there, I realize suddenly in those days, when kind of thing can be closed in your mouth, boil from your eye.
第二天，噩耗传来，姥爷去世了。我呆呆地望着天空，再望望照片上的人，恍惚间，觉得好熟悉，是啊，昨天才见过；又好陌生，再也见不到了。我僵在那儿，那时我突然意识到，有种东西会在你的嘴巴闭上时从你的眼睛里滚出来。
I know, lao father has eye difficulty, I know, he is afraid of family of be a burden on, but I do not know, why does he choose to end his life.
我知道，姥爷有眼疾，我知道，他怕拖累家人，可我不知道，他为什么选择结束自己的生命。
It is the Mid-autumn Festival of a year, it is that large tree before the door, it is round in that way month, below the month ought for company he my, be dead. Lao as form of a address for an official or rich man, over there you, the moon that also has round circle certainly, also have bright lights certainly, just, I had thought mid-autumn. It is OK mid-autumn to do not pass, OK also without the moon, without you, not OK!
又是一年的中秋节，又是门前那棵大树，又是那样圆的月，月下本该陪着我的他，不在了。姥爷，您那里，一定也有圆圆的月亮吧，一定也有明亮的灯火吧，只是，我想过中秋了。不过中秋可以，没有月亮也可以，没有您，不可以啊！
The autumn tomorrow, food crops as before bumper harvest, the form below the month, as before alone, the yearning in the heart, be continuous as before ……
明天的秋天，五谷依旧丰登，月下的身影，依旧孤独，心中的怀念，依旧绵延……(文/刘洁)