A myriad twinkling lights of a city, not as good as the fireworks between little family, the world has taste, half Qing Dynasty is joyous, the half is fireworks birthplace. -- preface
万家灯火，不及小家人间烟火，人间有味，一半清欢，一半便是烟火故乡。——题记
Ordinary us, open the one party smoke and fire below eave, no matter the how many vicissitudes of life between the world changes. Ordinary we, hardships of a journey or of one's life of a suit rainwater, pay no attention to go, accompanying withered flourish of the four seasons, still sing with the wind, one party fireworks, all be good memory, if want to say terrestrial fireworks smell, those who affect feeling is the old house with those ambiguous memory having a place.
平凡的我们，撑起屋檐下的一方烟火，不论人世间多少沧桑变化。平凡的我们，一身雨水风霜，不问去哪，伴随着四季枯荣，依然迎风歌唱，一方烟火，皆是美好的回忆，若要说人间烟火味，牵动思绪的是那些有点记忆模糊的老屋。
4 years ago, after moving new home, old building again unmanned lived, all previous blows rain to hit via the wind of several months, it still is in eventually cave in of that night decadent, it is an organic whole with worldly be in harmony, remain a wood alone deep. When in midnight the dream is answered, I seem to be able to be returned once upon a time, pushed that very grave entrance door, dated gate although vicissitudes of life, but times feeling is friendly, the story with a paragraph of distant yellow extensive, think over so and come.
四年前，搬到新家后，老房子便再无人居住了，历经好几个月的风吹雨打，它终于还是在那个夜晚颓败坍塌了，与世间融为一体，独剩下一片草木深。在午夜梦回之时，我好像能够回到从前，推开了那扇深重的大门，陈旧的大门虽沧桑，但倍感亲切，一段遥远泛黄的故事，就这样寻思而来。
The old house in those days is not old still, blueness of old house white wall is made of baked clay, simple and clean, all the year round, smoke from kitchen chimneys waves in the wind, concealed between heavy Nan bamboo, water of green jade of before the door one berth, a few or green or red fish, in the pool joy plays, there are a few fruit trees before hall, spring when, flower of of all kinds is contended for strange bottle colourful, draw incomputable butterfly and bee. Summer is nightly, be troubled of the Milky Way, cool wind blow on the face and come, leaf rustle makes sound. Qiu Rili, the fallen leaves of golden color bespreads the ground, bask in on flag level ground full the rice that just harvested from the ground, grandfather is carrying a carring pole to come and go between the rice field, grandmother is clearing away vegetable melon and fruit in the ground. In wintry night, total meeting leaves sparrow on snow ground the footprint that forage and comes. All these is so good, also be pregnant with I am right beautiful yearning.
那时的老屋还不老，老屋白墙青瓦，朴素干净，一年四季，炊烟袅袅，隐于重重楠竹之间，门前一泊碧水，几条或绿或红的鱼儿，在池中快乐嬉戏，堂前有几棵果树，春天的时候，各色花朵争奇斗艳，引来数不清的蝴蝶和蜜蜂。夏日夜间，星河耿耿，凉风扑面而来，树叶沙沙作响。秋日里，金黄色的落叶铺满地面，石板坪上晒满了刚从地里收获的稻谷，祖父挑着担子来往于稻田之间，祖母在地里收拾着蔬菜瓜果。冬夜里，雪地上总会留下雀儿觅食而来的足印。这一切是那么美好，也孕育了我对美的向往。
Before thinking 4 years, I in those days, should meet run to another hilltop from this hilltop, receiving midnight to taking firebrand to go the grandfather that go to market sells rice; Me in those days, perhaps can take charcoal dauby on the wall graffito, showing off what school teacher teachs to add decrease by except, alphabetical phoneticize; I in those days, in can sitting in lunar illumination to mirror the court below probably, listening to what grandfather imitates the train to cry fluted. That moment should be counted step by step Shi Ti, puff and blow of tired bring about the desired sensation, ability returns the home; Await in those days, the other people opposite side always can transmit the cry out sound that resounds through a valley, make some such-and-such come home have a meal. Total meeting is in when grandfather is available at one's leisure, talk about the past when he is junior, be born in troubled times, making is the battle story that experienced an ordinary person to cannot be compared with him. Till I read nursery school, also because of grandfather year the work is expensive already, the action disadvantageous, he also did not set foot on him to work then again old a low bank of earth between fields. Very fast, I attended nursery school to rise elementary school exam, however because be differred, with just miss the opportunity of key elementary school, be in when everybody blame when I am not not serious, meticulous, only he tells me: Make a move, treat one condition, make a move, had taken each step, bitter, chew chew pharynx. such, the each step that I take is in his look. Follow later parents, I walked out of big hill, will to Dongguan read elementary school, but what I still do not forget grandfather humanness conducts oneself in society is hopeful, it is the individual character that he gave me self-confident self-improvement, a kind of relaxation life condition.
想想四年前，那时的我，应该会从这个山头跑到另一个山头，迎接着半夜拿着火把去赶集卖米的祖父；那时的我，也许会拿着炭在墙上乱涂乱画，炫耀着学校老师教的加减乘除、字母拼音；那时的我，或许会坐在月光照映下的庭院中，听着祖父模仿火车的鸣笛声。那时候要数着步步石梯，累得气喘吁吁，才能回到家；那时候，对面人家总会传来响彻山谷的吆喝声，让某某某回家吃饭。祖父有空的时候总会在茶余饭后，谈论他年少时的往事，出生于乱世，许是经历了常人不能与他比的战斗故事。直至我读幼儿园，也因为祖父年事已高，行动又不便，他再也未踏上他那劳作多年的田埂。很快，我参加了幼儿园升小学考试，却因一分之差，与重点小学失之交臂，当所有人都在责怪我不认真、不细致时，只有他告诉我：走一步，看一步，走一步，走好每一步，苦，就嚼嚼咽了。就这样，我走的每一步都在他的目光里。后来跟随父母，我走出了大山，来到东莞读小学，但我仍不忘祖父为人处世的乐观，是他给了我自信自强的个性，一种放松的人生状态。
Woke when the dream, I realize clearly, this fills the old house of memory, as years gradually far went. From now on, old house became an old case, chained in the past, went recollecting, the world outside too confusion, god-given and quiet, but old house chained commonly as grandfather my first heart -- forginging the individual character of self-confident self-improvement while, let me use the happiness of life of a kind of hopeful angle of state of mind!
当梦醒了，我清晰地意识到，这座充满回忆的老屋，随着岁月渐渐远去了。从此，老屋就成了一个古老的箱子，锁住了过去，封去了回忆，外面的世界太纷扰，难得清静，但老屋如同祖父一般锁住了我的初心——在锻造自信自强的个性的同时，让我用一种乐观的心态追逐人生的美好！