Between the world, fuel, terrestrial fireworks, favor changes in temperature, insipid pleasant is sweet.
人世间，柴米油盐，人间烟火，人情冷暖，平淡甘甜。
One, composition countryside flavour
一、乡味
Today, our family answers native place to play.
今天，我们一家人回老家玩。
Walk into lane, the floret with one not famous tree leaves luxuriant, aromatic blast, attractive all the more. Spring a when remaining in day warm in relief shop is on land, warm wind furls all round white garrulous, all over the sky flutters.
走进小巷，一树不知名的小花开得正茂，芬芳阵阵，格外迷人。春日里残留着的一丝暖阳铺在土地上，暖风卷起团团白絮，漫天飞舞。
In lane, be the house that place of that old people says. Iron has on lubricious gate set off some already the bright red spring festival scrolls of fade, grave and simple, what imagine with me is about the same. The courtyard is big and Anacreontic, the tree that plants all around is lush and green, give life machine and energy.
小巷深处，就是那座老人们所说的宅院了。铁色的大门映衬上有些已掉色的大红春联，庄重而朴素，和我想象的差不多。院子大而明朗，四周栽的树郁郁葱葱，给人生机与活力。
We a few children run in the courtyard, fight noisely, the hair of sweaty is stuck on our head, cheek is heated up redly, big like each apple. We undertake with squirt " big fight " , be done a suit is wetly; We play slide in alley, swing wind in back; We use chalk to draw, pen ash was stained with on the face... one all afternoon, we are carefree, there is joyous sound to laugh in the courtyard language.
我们几个孩子在院里奔跑，打闹，汗津津的头发贴在我们头上，脸蛋被热得红彤彤的，像一个个大苹果。我们用水枪来进行“大战”，被弄得一身湿；我们在胡同里玩滑板，将风甩在身后；我们用粉笔画画，脸上沾满了笔灰……一整个下午，我们无忧无虑，院子里充满着欢声笑语。
Old people is busying in the kitchen. Chop, cut, fry, decoct, wash, the sound of scamper is handed in miscellaneous together, very harmonious. In this concert sound, a path cate was carried desk. Scamper goods crisp; Stew fertilizer thin alternate with; Piscine soup is delicious; Pot-stewed fowl Xian Nong; Green vegetables is delicate. ... different flavour is exciting my taste bud, they are interweaving each other, bring me alimental charm.
大人们在厨房中忙碌着。剁、切、炒、煎、洗、炸的声音交杂在一起，十分和谐。在这合奏声里，一道道佳肴被端上了桌。炸货酥脆；炖肉肥瘦相间；鱼汤鲜美；卤味咸浓；青菜清淡。…不同的味道刺激着我的味蕾，它们相互交织着，带给我食物的魅力。
This is the countryside flavour in our memory!
这就是我们记忆中的乡味吧！
2, the night is warm
二、黑夜温暖
In the evening, I follow father to shop. I am waiting outside, looking the pedestrian on the road up and down.
晚上，我跟着爸爸去买东西。我在外面等着，打量着路上的行人。
A grandma and a grandfather slowly go, they are bending a waist, the hand is pulling a hand, one pace is going ahead. Borrowing street lamp, the silver-colored silk that can see they are completely white already and the face that climb full furrow -- but, what be permeated with on their face is joy and happiness.
一个奶奶和一个爷爷缓缓走来，他们弯着腰，手挽着手，一步一步向前走着。借着路灯，可看见他们已全白的银丝和爬满皱纹的脸——但，他们脸上洋溢的是快乐与幸福。
Two pass the old person of seventy years of age already it seems that, at the same time falter is worn, support sb with hand each other at the same time. They are talking about a day intimately, the grandfather looks to the grandma, as if in the eye showing light, wear fully care and bestow favor on be addicted to. Perhaps, this is the love of older generation person. Beardless fair-spoken, everything all hides in little detail. I look to them, can'ted help laughing.
两个看起来早已年过古稀的老人，正一边蹒跚地走着，一边互相搀扶。他们亲密地聊着天，爷爷望向奶奶，眼里仿佛闪着光，透着关心与宠溺。也许，这就是老一辈人的爱情吧。无须花言巧语，一切的一切都藏在微小的细节里。我望向他们，不由得笑了。
Grandfather and grandma go gradually gradually far, leave that to pull the back that begin closely only.
爷爷和奶奶渐行渐远，只留下那紧紧挽着手的背影。
Look inside city of my Xiang Chao, father is carrying bag, choosing tomorrow of breakfast feed capable person. Occasionally, do not envy others only, actually, it is happy beside us.
我向超市内望去，爸爸正提着袋子，挑选着明天早饭的食材。有时候，不要只羡慕别人，其实，幸福就在我们身边。
Between the world, very ordinary, very insipid also. But namely that is again common the fireworks that does not pass is angry, bring people happy, Gan Tian, and the Qing Dynasty of the life is joyous.
人世间，很平凡，也很平淡。但也就是那再普通不过的烟火气，带给人们幸福、甘甜，以及生活的清欢。