In one's childhood summer vacation, spend in the country mostly. Disengaged when, I always love to follow a grandfather to field edge of a field to work, constant also meeting and weed come fight. See them crooked 7 pour 8 ground to be squeezed together, loot is worn dish seedling people nourishment, I understanding gives birth to anger, before going up unplug suddenly. The grandfather faces these weed, open an eye to close a key point from beginning to end however, unplug at most on a few, stay a hand. Look at a grandfather the indulge to them, I also want not to understand, but after he ponders a long time every time, can skip give with last same word: "Waited for you again big a little bit to understand. " say to laughing to take me to come home. I am looking at the vegetable plot with fascicular fireweed, there are countless doubts in the heart.
小时候的暑假，大多在乡下度过。空闲之时，我总爱跟爷爷到田间地头干活，也时常会和野草来一场战斗。看它们歪七倒八地挤在一起，抢夺着菜苗们的养料，我便会心生怒气，上前猛拔一通。爷爷面对这些野草，却始终睁一只眼闭一只眼，顶多拔上几棵，就停手了。看着爷爷对它们的放任，我也想不明白，但他每次思索良久之后，都会蹦出一句与上次一样的话：“等你再大点就明白了。”说罢便笑着带我回家。我望着杂草丛生的菜地，心中充斥着无数疑问。
Every time when the grandfather takes the vegetable that has cleared away to father, father always is met winkle a few build are small, laughing at chaff path: "Call you not to unplug careless, treat these food, is nutrient sucked smooth? The weed in your that cropland gets knee! " the grandfather can feel comical not at all. That time he saw my father deeply, turn to me then, say earnestly: "You want to know, it is easy least of all that weed is afraid of! My vivid this all one's life, follow weed about the same... " I listen to a grandfather to be being told with home town word, also was touched it seems that. Be, kind the dish seedling somebody below aches, and weed is the nobody that inherent day raises aches however. What it is bearing other crop is oppressive, spelled life getting to come up out of land come, biting the tooth is grown build, still get be nervous to wear of people pull out. Grandfather and weed are same, be afraid of is not easy.
每次爷爷把收拾好的蔬菜拿给爸爸时，爸爸总会挑出几棵个头小的，笑着揶揄道：“叫你不拔草，看这些菜，养分都被吸光了吧？你那田里的野草得到膝盖了！”爷爷可一点也不觉得好笑。那一回他深深地看了我爸一眼，接着转向我，郑重地说：“你要知道，野草怕是最不容易的！我活的这辈子，就跟野草差不多……”我听爷爷用家乡话讲着，似乎也被触动了。是啊，种下的菜苗有人疼，而野草却是天生天养的没人疼。它忍着其他作物的压迫，拼了命钻出土来，咬着牙长大着个头，还得提心吊胆着人们的拔除。爷爷和野草一样，怕是都不容易。
Grandfather the deep desire in this word, I just understand more greatly till recently. I understood the grandfather's lifetime from inside cousin mouth: He is born in originally abundant too grandfather home, can be in the Great Cultural Revolution, too grandfather penates comes loose, still was worn tall cap publicly expose is processional. The grandfather just is mixed in those days I am general age, I dare not imagine he sufferred how old abasement! Was brought up, children each is born, he endure all kinds of hardships brings up their grow upping, build tile of room, shop for them, teach them to conduct oneself in society for the person. As grandson generation is born, he is carried again case take care of grandson the responsibility of generation. Listen to a cousin to be told, I " weed " be related told him, two people silent. Pardonable grandfather wants with weed from analogy, his one survival does not have commonly with weed really 2: Bear abasement to grow, achieve out with breathtaking volition oneself a heaven and earth, bringing up children and grand children to grow, him dedication all force. As expected you, weed is easy least of all really... thinking those spelled life overgrowth weed in field, I am forced smile only: Still did not unplug later, it also has trouble!
爷爷这番话中的深意，我直到最近才理解得更深。我从堂姐口中了解了爷爷的一生：他原本出生在富足的太爷爷家，可在文化大革命中，太爷爷家财散尽，还被戴了高帽示众游行。那时爷爷才和我一般年纪，我不敢想象他受了多大屈辱！长大了，儿女一个个出世，他又含辛茹苦抚养他们成人，为他们盖房、铺瓦，教他们为人处世。随着孙辈出生，他又担起照顾孙辈的责任。听堂姐讲完，我把“野草”一事告诉了他，两人都默然了。难怪爷爷要以野草自喻，他的一生还真与野草一般无二：忍受屈辱成长，以惊人意志创出自己一番天地，抚养着儿孙成长，奉献自己所有的力量。果然你，野草真是最不容易的……想着田野里那些拼了命疯长的野草，我只是苦笑：以后还是不拔了吧，它也有难处呢！
The course of life is a loop, I also can have received the load in grandfather hand, general like weed, grow with firm perseverance. Write here, start to write or draw moves toward weed of clump of that one clump in the flower bed before house, the grandfather appears in me again at the moment, he bows manage is worn vegetable plot, grass of crural fall out of power is continuous. Say so, weed, also be beautiful!
生命的历程是循环的，我亦会接过爷爷手中的担子，像野草一般，以坚强的毅力成长。写到此处，落笔走向屋前花坛里那一丛丛野草，爷爷又出现在我眼前，他弯腰理着菜地，脚下野草连绵。如此说来，野草，也是美的！