Bamboo forest dense, off-street and faint; White wall blueness is made of baked clay, economize to avoid running short. The flower falls when having reopen, yan Fei has when coming again. The person went, when still farewell comes? If how many years elapses like running water, grandmother of how many night the back of that stoop goes gradually gradually far, how many moonlight, I look up at sky, also cannot admire one round together with her again however the bright moon...
竹林森森，小巷幽幽；白墙青瓦，细水长流。花落有再开的时候，燕飞有再来的时候。人走了，还有再回来的时候吗？多少个岁月如流水般流逝，多少个夜晚外婆那佝偻的背影渐行渐远，多少个月夜，我仰望星空，却再也不能与她同赏一轮明月……
Suddenly turn one's head, she is bringing a smile forever on amiable face, I can't help stretching one's hand want to hold a composition in arms closely her, but I come late, the eyes that only she expects then is in my brain of brandish do not go...
蓦然回首，她慈祥的脸上永远带着笑意，我不禁伸手想要紧紧抱住她，可是我来迟了，只有她那期待的眼神在我脑海中挥之不去……
As the bus bump all the way, I returned that place eventually, through the ablution of years, old house already appeared a little dilapidated, bai Qiang also not answer once upon a time, there already was some of mottled print above, push an entrance door, clean and neat courtyard falls into eye, one grass one wood, one brick covers with tiles is familiar in that way, however be mingled with unfamiliar. Turned circuit, do not see the figure of grandmother alone only, I know she goes out again worked.
随着大巴的一路颠簸，我终于回到了那个地方，经过岁月的洗礼，老屋已显得有些破败，白墙也不复从前，上面已有些斑驳的印迹，推开大门，干净整洁的院子便落入眼帘，一草一木，一砖一瓦都是那样熟悉，却又夹杂一丝陌生。转了一圈，唯独不见外婆的身影，我便知道她又出门干活了。
Walk into cropland, see the form of that thin and small floods grandmother in cropland. My in succession calls grandmother a few times greatly, she was heard it seems that, move to our direction slowly.
走进田地，便看到外婆那瘦小的身影淹没在田地里。我一连大喊几声外婆，她似乎听到了，慢慢向我们的方向移动。
I look at grandmother carefully, there is a straw hat on her head, there still is a tool in the hand. Walked into gradually, the sweat that I just watch clear grandmother face to go up keeps dripping toward indelicacy down the cheek, dust was stained with on her dress, the back of stoop if a piece of bend is same, appear more bent.
我仔细地看着外婆，她头上戴着一顶草帽，手里还拿着工具。渐渐地走进了，我才看清外婆脸上的汗水顺着脸颊不停往下流淌，她的衣服上沾满了尘土，佝偻的背如一张弓一样，显得更加弯曲了。
Grandmother sees me slightly one terrified, I am embraced before immediately wants to go up again, but what does she remember again like, halt again suddenly. She is looking me up and down up and down, mutter in the mouth " the child, it is good to come back, it is good to come back. It is good to come back..
外婆见到我微微一怔，随即又要上前拥抱我，可她又想起什么似的，忽然又停住。她上下打量着我，嘴里喃喃道“孩子，回来就好，回来就好。”
A few days later, I and grandmother always are together, talk about a few bagatelle, she always is laugh of readily take the opportunity to rises, what there still is bits and pieces it seems that in the eye is smooth. Before long, furrow mounted her forehead, canthus, imprint stealthily the mark that left years, grandmother still is that grandmother, also not be old however before that she.
之后的几天，我与外婆总是在一起，聊聊一些琐事，她总是乐得笑起来，眼睛里似乎还闪着星星点点的光。曾几何时，皱纹爬上了她的额头，眼角，悄悄地印下了岁月的痕迹，外婆还是那个外婆，却也不是多年前的那个她了。
That day, grandmother sends us to leave, her ceaseless talk about again and again: "The child, learn well, do not let pa Mom worry about, have time, often come back... " I should fall one by one.
那一天，外婆送我们离开，她不停的念叨：“孩子，好好学习，不要让爸妈操心，有时间，就常回来……”我一一应下了。
At last, grandmother is holding my hand closely, the branch that her hand resembles weather-beaten tree is euqally sere, some places still are having thick callosity, the skin that go up also knitted the back of hand to rise, I look up visit grandmother, her black hair does not know when to become silver-colored silk, gentle breeze is swayed below subsequently flying, resemble the sky a Bai Yun is same, white and beautiful. There is a smile on amiable face, who knows the backside of that smile is parting anguish again?
末了，外婆紧紧地握着我的手，她的手就像饱经风霜的树木的枝条一样干枯，有的地方还有着厚厚的老茧，手背上的皮也皱了起来，我抬头看看外婆，她的青丝不知何时变成银丝，微风吹拂下随之飘扬，就像天上的朵朵白云一样，洁白而又美丽。慈祥的脸上带着微笑，谁又知道那微笑的背后是不是离别的痛苦呢？
She the eye with that cloudy appreciably, at the moment extremely crystal however, the extensive in orbit is worn glittering and translucent tears in eyes, I understand, I know the eyes of grandmother, expectant eyes also is in be not being abandoned then, parting do not abandon expect to interweaving with what did not come, I am holding her hand closely, glittering and translucent teardrop still fell down after all, a tepid had delimited my the back of hand, to all around spread.
她那略微浑浊的眼睛，此刻却无比清亮，眼眶里泛着晶莹的泪花，我懂，外婆的眼神我都懂，那不舍中亦是期待的眼神，离别的不舍与未来的期待交织着，我紧紧地握着她的手，晶莹的泪珠终究还是落了下来，一抹温热划过我的手背，向四周蔓延开来。
Time throws the person easily, red cherry, green banana. Turn one's head looks, the face takes riant grandmother to wave to me in that station, below sunshine, hair of that silvery white is showing a ray. I try hard at a gallop, chasing, discover however further and further from me...
流光容易把人抛，红了樱桃，绿了芭蕉。回首望去，面带微笑的外婆在那个车站向我挥手，阳光下，那银白色头发闪着光芒。我努力奔跑着，追赶着，却发现离我越来越远……
Suddenly, I awoke, still can be late after all, my disappoint she. The eyes that she expects then became my brandish what do not go is painful, also became me hard the dream of dismiss from one's mind...
恍然间，我醒来了，可终究还是晚了，我辜负了她。她那期待的眼神成了我挥之不去的痛，也成了我难以忘怀的梦……
Zhuxie is elegant, lane is clear; Blue bricks green cover with tiles, chan of brook water Chan, imprinting in that place my painful, the dream that cherishs me...
竹叶翩翩，小巷清清；青砖绿瓦，溪水潺潺，在那个地方印着我的痛，怀着我的梦……