The night after Qiu Yu, brisk air is eroding each my cell, can't help going to the face the Tibet in collar.
秋雨后的夜，凛冽的空气侵蚀着我的每一个细胞，不禁把脸往衣领里藏了藏。
What the depict with 8 as dry as a chip hours lets red alternate with of the gold after I admire Qiu Yu innocently is street, carrying the double on the long market that palette is being enveloped by the dim light of night on the back to wear. Cultivate movie dancing, blast passes, boast completely withered and yellow page, with the story on this road coming home.
八个小时枯燥的描摹让我无意去欣赏秋雨后金红相间的街道，背着画板在被夜色笼罩的长街上快步走着。树影婆娑，一阵风过，吹起满地枯黄的叶，与这条回家路上的故事。
Previously, I can stand in village doorway, look at the lamp small cup that you take for me at that long market, in the heart a warm meaning. You know I am afraid of black, because leg disease cannot reach nowadays floor,receive me however, so every come home to me when, can turn on the lamp of the balcony, call me to not be afraid of.
以前，我会站在小区门口，眺望那条长街尽头你为我留的灯盏，心中便一阵暖意。你知道我怕黑，却因腿病不能及时下楼接我，所以每到我回家的时候，都会把阳台的灯打开，叫我莫怕。
It is violent storm no matter, still be coldest days, the warm yellow shade that when wanting me to come home only, can see that all alone lamp place gives out 5 buildings is dizzy, fear no longer that accost my scared darkness.
不论是狂风暴雨，还是数九寒天，只要我回家时能看到五楼那盏茕茕孑立的灯所发出的暖黄色光晕，便不再害怕那勾引我恐惧的黑暗。
such, I gradually regarded this warmth as lasting existence, did not discover that is gluttonous however the joy that the days like is gobbling up me to have and was not cherished.
就这样，我渐渐的把这份温暖当成了永恒的存在，却没发现那饕餮般的时光正吞噬我所拥有而没有去珍惜的快乐。
You die of illness that day in the morning, because get up,I am returned gas sent disposition with you, I see the breakfast that you cook be done not have repeatedly look to throw the door and go.
你病逝的那天早晨，我还因为起床气跟你发了脾气，你做的早饭我连看都没看就摔门而去。
Who can is expect I see you for the last time then? I unexpectedly such careless is touched broke last glass of the heart.
谁能料到那是我最后一次见你？我竟如此粗心的碰碎了心灵的最后一块玻璃。
Still remember setting sun Yu Hui falling, my help by the arm is worn you go up in this street slowly forward domestic direction goes. You say: “ child beautiful, if you want what, say with grandmother, grandmother is bought to you, need not fear your Mom, composition she if ‘ bullies ’ you, tell me, for me her ……” every word pour into is worn bestow favor on be addicted to indefinitely.
还记得落日余晖下，我搀着你在这条街上慢慢的朝着家的方向走去。你说：“子嫣啊，你要是想要啥，就跟姥姥说，姥姥给你买，不用害怕***，作文她要是‘欺负’你，告诉我，我来说她……”每个字眼都倾注着无限的宠溺。
Everything ases if to be in yesterday, but, how did you disappear?
一切仿佛就在昨天，但，你怎么不见了呢？
I am wearing the dress that you wash, live in you in cleaned house, eating every meal that you do, enjoying your work place to bring is everything, and your leave, hurriedly, silently, take away my all and good memory, also follow you to say “ to I am sorry without the opportunity again however ” .
我穿着你洗的衣服，住在你打扫的房里，吃着你做的每顿饭，享受着你的劳动所带来是一切，而你的离去，匆匆地，默默地，带走我所有美好的回忆，却再也没有机会跟你说一声“对不起”。
I am unthinkable that day in the morning your feeling, facing oneself disobedient granddaughter, whether does your heart pause with that is the breakfast that didn't I pay attention to euqally cool was appeared? Remember I see the look when you finally constantly: That is short thin body, that climbs the face of full furrow, na Jiongjiong has magical eye, that string of complex look —— encourages along with, expect, disappointment and grief.
我无法想象那天早晨你的感受，面对着自己不孝的孙女，你的心是否和那顿我没有理会的早餐一样凉透了呢？时常想起我最后见你时的样子：那矮瘦的身体，那爬满皱纹的脸，那炯炯有神的眼睛，连同那一串复杂的目光——鼓励，期盼，失望和哀伤。
Right now, go on the way home, same evening, same market, look up again when me look up at, those who see is me however most the thing that fear, not be a night, however your leave. I am lop and palpebral, absentminded a breath that experienced you is dense in this bleak autumn wind.
此时，走在回家的路上，同样的夜，同样的街，当我再次抬头仰望，看到的却是我最惧怕的东西，不是黑夜，而是你的离去。我垂下眼睑，恍惚间感受到了你的气息氤氲在这萧瑟的秋风中。
Grandmother, are you in celestial pass? The ground over there bespread white feather certainly, resemble a fairy tale world! You are at ease, I am not afraid of black, because I believe, you are in all the time, making is the harships that changes this world, accompany me silently to grow; Making is to change this worldly ray, bright breaks night, enlighten this the way home, in the past and future how-to the direction that I put in the home 's charge.
姥姥啊，你在天国过的好吗？那里的地面一定铺满了白色的羽毛，像个童话世界吧！你放心，我不怕黑了，因为我相信，你一直都在，许是化作这人间的风雨，默默地伴我成长；许是化作这世间的光芒，灼破黑暗，照亮这条回家的路，在过去与未来指引我归家的方向。(文/郭紫嫣)