A rain during springtime, breathed region walked along the haze of wintry day, a few breeze are blown came loose air is troubled by mediumly with dry, leave the happiness of one ground, quiet and far-reaching.
一场春雨，无声地带走了冬日的阴霾，几抹微风吹散了空气中的闹与燥，留下一地的幸福，静谧深远。
Of leisure, clear away hut. Discover wooden comb of a peach accidentally, its of primitive simplicity is delicate, take a composition move Gu Xiang, seem is precipitating of years quiet. I gently caress, after-thought rises once upon a time.
闲暇之余，收拾小屋。偶然发现一把桃木梳，它古朴精致，带着古香，好似沉淀着岁月的静谧。我轻轻摩挲，回想起从前。
Ego begin to remember things rises, have this peach wooden comb. The grandma comes to my do up one's hair with it everyday. There is peach wooden comb in grandma hand, touch bit of water, from above to below, comb cautiously, for fear that does the small granddaughter that is fond of her. Meeting the place of the knot in hair, with respect to halt of in a way, holding knot office single-handed, arrange with wooden comb rub one's palm along smooth out with the fingers, hit small my hair very if listening to a grandma, want to meet a grandma only, suitable suitable smooth smooth, take docile note. She ground is combing, incompact not slow. Time seems stay in that momently, the joyous voice that remains I and grandma only laughs language. That wooden comb in the hand falls in sunshine, wan Regong is lapidary and general Yi Yi gives off light. The grandma loves that peach wooden comb alone, comb every time can clean, then is put into house, because its price does not poor,I think the grandma is cherished so all the time is, but the fact is not such, father and I say, that bore the weight of the comb the childhood of the grandma.
自我记事起，就有这把桃木梳。奶奶每天都用它来给我梳头。奶奶手里拿着桃木梳，沾点水，自上而下，小心翼翼地梳，生怕弄疼她的小孙女。遇着发中打结的地方，就稍稍停顿，一手捏着结处，用木梳捋顺，打小我的头发就很听奶奶的话，只要一遇上奶奶，就顺顺溜溜、服服帖帖的。她一遍一遍地梳着，不紧不慢。时间仿佛停留在那一刻，只剩下我和奶奶的欢声笑语。手里的那把木梳在阳光下，宛若红宝石一般熠熠发光。奶奶独爱那桃木梳，每次梳完都会清洗，继而放进屋里，我一直以为奶奶如此珍惜是因为它价格不菲，但事实并非如此，爸爸和我说，那把梳子承载了奶奶的童年。
Suddenly crosses a god to come, twist a head to see busy grandma, I go, pull the hand that has a grandma, walk along a courtyard, taking wooden comb, picture in one's childhood the grandma gives me do up one's hair in that way, comb to the grandma. Grandma terrified lived, it is good to passed a little while, ability delay crosses a god to come, eye ground is full of a smile. The facial seem that laughs a chrysanthemum blossoms, of a blemish in an otherwise perfect thing is that face go up a furrow, perhaps that is the footmark of time, most propbably of that silk silver hair is the testimony of years. The grandma is motionless, sit over silently, resemble extremely I in one's childhood. Sometimes, I comb be fond of her, she also is being taken sweet smile, mutter often: "My tung tung was brought up! "My tung tung was brought up!!
恍过神来，扭头看见忙碌的奶奶，我便走去，牵起奶奶的手，走到院子，带着木梳，像小时候奶奶给我梳头那样，给奶奶梳。奶奶怔住了，过了好一会儿，才缓过神来，眼底尽是笑意。笑起的脸好似一朵菊花绽放，美中不足的是那脸上的条条皱纹，也许那是时间的脚印，那丝丝银发想必是岁月的见证。奶奶一动不动，静静地坐在那里，像极了我小时候。有时，我梳疼她了，她也带着甜甜微笑，不时地喃喃道：“我的桐桐长大了！”
Colour of sky gradually late, the setting sun as before, warm warm Yu Hui is aspersed in backyard. Depend on each other of 2 people each other relies on grandparent and grandchild, look at distance, bird watching evening homes, listen to purl.
天色渐晚，夕阳依旧，暖暖的余晖洒在后院。祖孙二人互相依靠，眺望远方，看暮鸟归巢，听潺潺流水。