"Ormosia is unripe austral, spring will a few branches send? Persuade gentleman to pick more, this content most lovesickness. " a bowl of congee when childhood, became the heavy curtain that pulls open slowly now.
“红豆生南国，春来发几枝？劝君多采撷，此物最相思。”孩提时的一碗粥，成了今日徐徐拉开的帷幕。
when, in going to friend home with the grandma, taste a bowl of congee occasionally. That congee is born fruitily, the float in Danzi removes hazy, often reveal the composition with trenchant grain the bean with ruby appearance full choiceness. White porcelain spoon churns, inviting and full-bodied sweet tangy and come. "Taiwan brings back this, had not been tasted? Had not been tasted??
儿时，与奶奶去友人家中，偶尝一碗粥。那粥生得圆润，淡紫中浮起一层朦胧，不时现出颗粒分明的红宝石样精巧饱满的豆粒。白瓷勺搅动，诱人醇厚的香扑鼻而来。“这是台湾带回来的，沒尝过吧？”
Really fresh! Of child child ill-affected also engrave develop here.
确实新鲜！孩童的不服气也在此刻滋长。
A few in the future, my spurt gives out appeal to beg: "Grandma, I should drink congee, the ormosia congee of Taiwan. " the grandma puts down the housework in the hand to live, both hands rub apron of two cotton print, frown head: "The congee of Taiwan, where to have? " " not, be about to drink. " I cry greatly. Grandma nutation body, feeling me small yellow hair says: "Do not cry, ormosia congee, we has method lane. " see my cry is appeased, the grandma says genially: "Go, go looking for a recipe, we oneself am done! We oneself am done!!
几日后，我迸发出诉求：“奶，我要喝粥，台湾的红豆粥。”奶奶放下手中的家务活，双手搓了两下花布围裙，皱了皱眉头：“台湾的粥，哪里有？”“不嘛，就要喝。”我大哭。奶奶俯下身，摸着我微黄的头发说：“不哭，红豆粥，咱有法子弄。”见我哭声平息，奶奶和蔼地说：“走，去找配方，咱自己做！”
The grandma pulls the hand that has me, put on purse, went out. when, unsharpness to the perception of the distance, became aware only very far, the sunshine of street alley border, let me early cast those who issued back grandma loud and jarring to breath.
奶奶牵起我的手，揣上钱包，出门了。儿时，对于距离的感知并不清晰，只觉走了很远，街头巷隅的阳光，早让我抛下了身后奶奶粗重的喘息。
Want to know the grandma finds which cookbook from where really, "Read to the grandma. " the character that I read that extensive to fizzle out gladly of course, every read, ormosia congee leaves me a bit closer more. Bean collides in screen mesh, achieve gives music of sounds of nature. In sky, sunshine issues the floating dust of flap, soft and be continuous.
真想知道奶奶从哪里找到哪本食谱，“给奶读读。”我当然乐意去阅读那泛黄的文字，每读一句，红豆粥就愈离我近一点。豆子在筛网里碰撞，奏出天籁乐曲。空中，阳光下飘动的浮尘，柔软而绵延。
Trifling clear water is strong clean smudgy, put into boiler of an ordinary mess again, give out in very fast boiler bubble bubble sound, ormosia people in bubble become full-bodied in sound, become gratified flexibly.
些许清水冲净脏污，再放入一口大灶锅中，很快锅里发出咕嘟咕嘟声，红豆们在咕嘟声中变得醇厚，变得称心如意。
Ah! The furrow of the grandma is deep, smile is deep; My sweet as deep also as honey.
啊！奶奶的皱纹深了，笑容深了；我的甜与蜜也深了。
The grandma takes out bowl of a few big china from ambry. "Grandma, with respect to us two, what to take so much bowl to do? " " the king grandma of the village, children is in abroad, a person that tells Leng Zhi to heat up is done not have beside her, the grandma sends some taste to her. The person is old, cannot eat a few times fresh... " the grandma sighs greatly, eyelid is hanging down downward. Differ meeting, restored expression again. The grandma is holding a bowl in the palm with coarse both hands, slow go smoothly outwards again.
奶奶从橱柜里拿出几个大瓷碗。“奶，就我们俩，拿这么多碗做什么？”“小区的王奶奶，儿女在国外，她身边没个知冷知热的人，奶送些给她尝尝。人老了，吃不了几次新鲜的了……”奶奶深叹口气，眼皮向下垂着。不一会，又恢复了神采。奶奶用粗糙的双手托着碗，缓慢又平稳地向外走去。
"Grandma, a bit slower! " thick stiff congee fill full mouth, ambiguous speech. The tooth cuts apart the appearance of ormosia, the mushy watermelon pulp like Bai Yu is mixing juice fining jade, resemble a slow ballet, between taste bud leap rotates, swing bright-coloured flavor. I am being drunk big mouth is big, that is full-bodied sweet let all trouble and vinegary the one cloudlet that horizon changes.
“奶，慢一点！”浓稠的粥灌满嘴巴，含糊了话语。牙齿割裂红豆的外衣，白玉般沙瓤混着琼汁，像一场舒缓的芭蕾，在味蕾间跳跃旋转，荡出鲜艳的滋味。我大口大口喝着，那浓郁的香甜让所有的烦恼和不悦都化作天边的一片云。
The chill of wintry day, change the ormosia in the kitchen bubble sound, the sweat that changes grandma cheek to because roll busily,go up bead, blossom on the face when changing me to drink congee a blush.
冬日的寒冷，化作厨房里红豆的咕嘟声，化作奶奶脸颊上因忙碌滚动的汗珠，化作我喝粥时脸上绽放的朵朵红晕。
Old, ramble with the classmate supermarket, between the commodity of see everywhere of Lang of rambling Yu Lin, occasionally elegant ormosia congee enters order awesomely, the tidewater of recall with deep emotion upsurges in the heart, a soft longing swiftly spreads everywhere to the whole body from the bottom of the heart. The steam that ormosia congee sends out and move of the grandma dimple, wave in the wind hover is in memory.
多年间，与同学逛超市，漫步于琳琅满目的商品间，偶有精美的红豆粥赫然入目，心中便涌起感念的潮水，一股柔软的思念倏忽从心底传遍全身。红豆粥散发的热气和着奶奶的笑靥，袅袅萦绕在记忆深处。
When wild goose word is answered, the month is full on the west building. Time is diluent everything. But ormosia congee that dense steam, rising heart door leaf, never abreaction.
雁字回时，月满西楼。光阴冲淡了一切。但红豆粥那氤氲的热气，蒸腾心扉，永不消散。
The form of the grandma after heavy curtain ripples in the heart, this viridescence, those associate with already became the thickest lovesickness in my life, the affection that precipitating to be not changed, aid me to set out on new scratch line.
帷幕后奶奶的身影荡漾心中，只此青绿，那些过往已成为我人生中最浓的相思，沉淀着化不开的情，助我在新的起跑线上启程。