The life is palette, every kinds of color is experienced on behalf of a kind; The life is bottle of the five flavors, every kinds of flavour represents a kind of experience. And I am experienced unforgettably that, if a pink candy is in the heart,change sweetly.
生活是调色板，每种颜色代表一种感受；生活是五味瓶，每种味道代表一种体会。而我那次难忘的经历，如一枚粉红色的糖在心里甜蜜地化开。
That is Sunday afternoon, I and mom come back from grandmother home, the plan sits the bus comes home. Just got on a car, I discover car seat of honour does not have empty banquet, I am forced to helping handle up, stand demandingly by mom's. Await in those days, I ability is 5 years old, essential station is flabby, puny body as rock of railroad car acutely, be about very quickly to shake was asleep. At that time, mom says to me: “ clutchs armrest, not was asleep. Think anxiously in ” my heart: When to just have a place! Abrupt, a sound transmits on the side of me: “ child, I will hold you in the arms to sleep! ” this is the old grandma with silver hair of a full head, amiable smile. Mom says at once: “ need not, can be your where held in the arms move her? Composition of amiably of ” old grandma says: “ does not have a thing, let me hold her in the arms! ” old grandma is my cuddle in the bosom, patting me to sleep, this feeling warmth is familiar with again. Not a little while, I entered sweet dreamland. Had not known how long, a familiar sound rings gently in side side: “ Chen Jinjing, get on for a station, rise! ” is mom is calling me so. My loathing ground awakes from inside the dream, go slowly to the side of mom. Turn round casually, see old grandma is rubbing his arm. At this moment, I just suddenly be enlightened: Old grandma is being used all the time same the pose is holding me in the arms, for fear that makes a noise me wake, dare not move easily, she treats me as kissing granddaughter same. To the station, mom and I and that amiable old grandma leaves: “ thanks you, goodbye! ”
那是一个星期天的下午，我和妈妈从姥姥家回来，打算坐公交车回家。刚一上车，我发现车上座无虚席，我只好扶着把手，吃力地站在妈妈的旁边。那时候，我才五岁，根本站不稳，弱小的身体随着车厢剧烈地晃动，很快就要晃睡着了。这时候，妈妈对我说：“抓紧扶手，别睡着了。”我心里焦急地想：什么时候才有座位呀！突然，我旁边传来一个声音：“孩子，我来抱你睡吧！”这是一位满头银发、笑容慈祥的老奶奶。妈妈连忙说：“不用，您哪能抱动她呢？”老奶奶和蔼可亲地作文说：“没事，让我来抱她吧！”老奶奶一把把我搂在怀里，就拍着我睡觉，这感觉又温暖又熟悉。不一会儿，我就进入了甜蜜的梦乡。不知过了多久，一个熟悉的声音在耳边轻轻响起：“陈金晶，快到站了，起来吧！”原来是妈妈在喊我。我极不情愿地从梦中醒来，慢吞吞地走到妈妈旁边。不经意地一回头，看见老奶奶正在揉自己的胳膊。这时，我才恍然大悟：老奶奶一直在用同一个姿势抱着我，生怕把我吵醒，一动都不敢动，她对待我就如同亲孙女一样。到站了，妈妈和我与那位慈祥的老奶奶告别：“谢谢您，再见！”
The wind of time can be blown medicinal powder the memory of years, dan Yongyuan is blown do not come loose that piece of amiable smiling face, often remember the atrium of the heart that is taken into me like same Shu Yangguang.
时间的风会吹散岁月的记忆，但永远吹不散那张慈祥的笑脸，每每想起就如同一束阳光照进我的心房。(文/陈金晶)