La La's sky, small grass of Qing Qing, the small fish that game is by the side of brook, I am enmeshed in happy instant. Side side is transmitted suddenly gently call, I fell into the …… in the sweetness of childhood
蓝蓝的天空，青青的小草，游戏在小溪边的小鱼，我沉浸在幸福的瞬间。耳边忽地传来一声轻轻的呼唤，我掉进了童年的甜蜜中……
Who be? That familiar ballad! Oh, it is grandmother so. I sit in her fat on fat leg, soft and comfortable. The deep gully on her face divests all beauty when she is young, the hair silk of grey still is that kind of complaisant faint scent however. Still have her Na Shuangling's artful hand, pulling me to stroll to fall at the setting sun, the sort of temperature always lets me cannot bear discard. She is worn with respect to closely cuddle I, singing is by the side of my ear resound, engrave in my little heart. “ calculates one day the world everything changed, do not forget a sky or same blue, I also follow you simply when all is happiness ……” of childhood are small hum sing, do not understand among them meaning however.
是谁？那熟悉的歌谣！哦，原来是外婆。我就坐在她胖胖的腿上，柔软舒服。她脸上深深的沟壑夺去她年轻时所有的美丽，花白的发丝却还是那般柔顺清香。还有她那双灵巧的手，牵着我漫步于夕阳下，那种温度总让我不忍丢弃。她就紧紧地搂着我，歌声在我耳边回荡，刻在我幼小的心灵里。“就算有一天世界一切都变了，不要忘记天空还是一样的蓝，童年的一切都是美好的……”小的时候我也只管跟着你哼唱，却不懂得其中的意思。
But, grandmother, I present understood, everything what what my world says like you really changed. I was brought up, I also can be not mixed all the day again your game, till I lost you forever that day.
可是，外婆，现在的我懂了，我的世界真如你所说的一切都变了。我长大了，我再也不可以整天和你游戏，直至那天我永远地失去了你。
Do you know? I am stepping that to go with respect to the alley that strolls together with you as a child. That road comparing is ferial appear longer, I am used to ground handclasp heart, also cannot experience your temperature again however. New also oil has brushed the wall that the street has been drawn by me on the road, did not have a composition before dated. Wind blows a dust to have the taste of deciduous leaf, it is A person residing elsewhere finally returns to his native land. only, also cannot persuade that familiar form to stay again. the memory when is gradually few and far between, also grasp again incompact, be not caught.
你知道吗？我是踏着那条从小就与你一起漫步的小路走来的。那条路比平日显得更长了，我习惯地握了握手心，却再也感受不了你的温度。街道上被我画过的墙壁也重新油刷过一次，没了作文以往的陈旧。风吹起尘土有落叶的味道，只是叶落归根，再也无法挽留那熟悉的身影。儿时的记忆渐渐稀疏，再也握不紧，抓不住了。
I did not forget, I am raising a head to look at a sky, but the sky when I already forgot childhood, is euqally blue. My eye blurred, as if gutty and humid feeling. The temperature with hot broil makes ground of my eye in a way was shut a bit. You appear in my lachrymal light. Amiable face, but why you hold firmly nevertheless I? After “ calculates, everything changed, forgetting a sky still is so blue, everything of childhood is good ……” grandmother, do you remember this folk song? “ child, do not cry you laugh at ……” distressedly. I am crying to move toward you, discover you however or leave me so far, I know I also touch the boundary line that cannot touch that life forever, I see you faintly in the ability in tear only.
我没有忘记，我正抬起头看着天空呢，但我已忘记了童年时的天空，我不知道它们是否真的一样蓝。我的眼睛模糊了，仿佛有种湿润的感觉。炙热的温度使我的眼睛稍稍地闭了一点。你出现在了我的泪光里。慈祥的面庞，但为什么你不过来抱紧我呢？“就算以后一切都变了，不要忘记天空还是那么蓝，童年的一切都是美好的……”外婆，你记得这首歌谣吗？“孩子，别哭……”你痛心地笑了笑。我哭着走向你，却发现你还是离我那么远，我知道我永远也碰触不了那生命的界线，我只有在泪水里才能朦胧地见到你。
I so crying all the time, lachrymal. The Yu Hui incarnadine of the setting sun the earth, till wind blows my tear,work. I stand up, to Shan Ye, call aloud: “ grandmother, the ballad that you are familiar with then in where ……” is played again between Na Shanye, companion is called as mine, resound of again and again is in the mountain stream that rises and fall then, in …… of echo of my side side
我就这么一直哭着，啜泣着。夕阳的余晖染红了大地，直至风把我的泪吹干。我站起身来，对着山野，大声呼唤：“外婆，你在哪里……”那熟悉的歌谣再一次奏响在那山野间，伴随着我的呼唤，一次又一次回荡在那起伏的山涧中，在我耳边回响……(文/黄一杰)