There is a pear tree in the courtyard of home town, bend over of Hua Jingjing ground is in pear branch, white aroma slowly dispersion is in damp air, gave quietly elegant a few minutes to Xia Yeyun. Moon by pear tree residue lacerate, refute of full of stains or spots refute broke one ground, each are like is a fascinating stories.
家乡的院子中有一棵梨树，梨花静静地伏在枝头，洁白的香气徐徐弥散在湿漉漉的空气中，给夏夜晕出了几分淡雅。月光被梨树的枝丫划破，斑斑驳驳碎了一地，每一片好像都是一则引人入胜的故事。
In one's childhood, often be with the grandma below this pear tree enjoy the cool. Grandma skill embraces me gently Yu Huaizhong, shaking slowly single-handed cattail leaf fan. Wind, nip is worn blast a pear full marks / beautiful scent is fiddling with her silver hair, stroking her gently all over the face furrow. Although the grandma is not the old talented woman that leans on Ma Qianyan, pectoral abdomen has countless beautiful stories however.
小时候，常常和奶奶在这棵梨树底下乘凉。奶奶一手将我轻拥于怀中，一手缓缓地摇着蒲扇。风，挟着阵阵梨满分/花的芳香拨弄着她的银发，轻抚着她的满脸皱纹。奶奶虽不是倚马千言的大才女，胸腹却有无数动人的故事。
The night that each Xia Feng gets drunk, always can see an old person is in her child slowly telling old story. In her mouth, close fair be red, yue Fei is aureate; Yangjia general the whole family faithful intense, qin Gui however go down in history as a symbol of infamy. I always am enmeshed among them, or open-eyed, or depressed and discontented, or be anxious. It seems that avery kind of is experienced, let me be reluctant to leave, resemble be reluctant to leave that warmth, aged form. Whatever story is fabulous, always let me indulge among them cannot extricate oneself.
每一个夏风沉醉的夜晚，总能看见一位老人在给她的孩子缓缓讲着古老的故事。在她口中，关公是红色的，岳飞是金色的；杨家将满门忠烈，秦桧却遗臭万年。我总是沉浸其中，或惊讶，或愤懑，或担忧。似乎每一种感受，都让我留恋，就像留恋那个温暖的、苍老的身影。无论什么故事传说，总是让我沉迷其中无法自拔。
After-thought rises now, I am to feel the story in grandma mouth is very interesting nevertheless. Nowadays, the understanding that had oneself to the story of the grandma -- that is China culture in the seed that everybody sows in the heart, it is natural philosophic theory. Just again neither one person can explain among them reason to me like so kind ground, its answer not tire of irritatedly my problem with each ignorant.
现在回想起来，我不过是觉得奶奶口中的故事很有意思。如今，对于奶奶的故事有了自己的理解——那是中华文化在每个人心中播下的种子，是自然的哲理。只是再没有一个人能像这样和蔼地向我解释其中的道理，不厌其烦地回答我的一个个无知的问题。
The story that when reading, often can tell with grandma place encounters, although more detailed, depict is narrated in the book vividder, the tale that I feel the book is medium always however became little what. Little, it is a nature, a warmth, the grandma won't tell great truth, but it is that small-town word, unexpectedly deep attraction I, as if the dialect of the grandma is opened, the mysterious mouth of a cave of the story appeared.
读书时经常能和奶奶所讲的故事相遇，尽管书中叙述更详细、描写更生动，我却总觉得书中的故事少了什么。少的，是一份自然，一份温暖，奶奶不会讲大道理，但是就是那土里土气的话，竟深深的吸引我，仿佛奶奶的方言一打开，故事的神秘洞口就出现了。
Culture of grandma it doesn't matter, I know, I think those stories are long all the time in the heart in the grandma, appear at any time bud, open a flower. Go helping a grandma move till that, below her pillow, discovered one turns over a page " new China dictionary " , that still is the reference book of my elementary school, between red and yellow hue, roll horn is pinned by paper clip, page extensive is yellow, handwriting is ambiguous. I am flashy terrified lived, I am the story of indulge grandma only, little imagine is a grandma unexpectedly rear then so old effort and hold to. She tells my story like her to my love, ordinary silent is the total force that supports my childhood however.
奶奶没什么文化，我是知道的，我一直以为那些故事是长在奶奶的心里，随时冒出芽，开出花。直到那次去帮奶奶搬家，在她的枕头下，发现了一本翻掉页的《新华字典》，那还是我小学的工具书，红色与黄色相间，卷角被曲别针压住，书页泛黄，字迹模糊。我一瞬间怔住了，我只是沉迷于奶奶的故事，殊不知那背后竟是奶奶这么多年的努力与坚持。她对我的爱就像她讲给我的故事，平凡默然却是支撑我童年的全部力量。
Buy a book to the bookshop now, see this orderly platoon is in multifarious draw children area, children or with great concentration is read, or volt case is painterly, the surfy instant of book sea caught look, light. Often at this moment, I always can think of a grandma, think of she browses month lexical setting, think of me in her bosom expect, think of her dialect, think of us between grandparent and grandchild the warmest, enough the story that cures my lifetime.
现在到书店买书，看到五花八门的绘本整齐的排在儿童区，孩子们或潜心阅读，或伏案绘画，书海的浪花瞬间染了色，燃起来。每每这时，我总会想到奶奶，想到她月下翻阅字典的场景，想到我在她怀里的期待，想到她的方言，想到我们祖孙间最温暖，足够治愈我一生的故事。(文/杨晟泽)