Below the burning sun July, that lofty, hale, handsome form, make me unforgettable up to now...
七月的烈日下，那个高大、健壮、帅气的身影，至今令我难忘……
Grandfather had lived in native place most all one's life, he still is met afterwards full marks / add is in that is beautiful and living in a bit shabby little village.
外公在老家已经住了大半辈子，他依然会继满分/续在那美丽而又有点破旧的小村子里住着。
Grandfather reclaimed two mus of cropland at the back of the home, recumbent cultivate land, long kitchen and lid house maintain a 5 dress warmly and ear one's fill. Grandfather is caressing two mus of his ground attentively like taking care of the child.
外公在家后面开垦了两亩田地，靠着种地、修灶和盖房子维持一家五口的温饱。外公像照顾孩子一样细心地呵护着他的两亩地。
Awake in the morning, follow grandfather to do farm work. A pail of water, a pail already soak gets smell " farmhouse is fat " , hang in a delicate and easy carrying pole both ends. Grandfather is carrying them, firm quietly is on field alley. Carrying pole surface is original and rough person of press or rub against, but via living on grandfather shoulder the burnish of that callosity, become smooth and sleek. I and grandfather wear two old bamboo hat, fell to go to Tian Li.
早晨醒来，跟着外公去干农活。一桶水，一桶已经沤得发臭的“农家肥”，挂在一根精致大方的扁担两头。外公挑着它们，稳稳地走上田间小路。扁担表面本来粗糙硌人，可经不住外公肩上那老茧的打磨，变得光滑油亮。我和外公戴上两个大斗笠，就下到田里去了。
Green verdure of delicacy of the blackish green in field, measurement is different, one farmland one farmland, be done shipshapely by grandfather. Far is high corn and cowpea, vicinity, lettuce is extending fresh and tender leave, resemble a blooming big green flower. A variety of Chinese cabbage is squeezed closely together, ground of strive to be the first grows up. Pea resembles each miscarriage tooth, hide between greenery. The white butterfly of a few white has dance lightly between ribbing. Rural in sending out clay and vegetable faint scent, I can'ted help be being sucked deeply at a heat.
田野里墨绿鲜绿翠绿，大小不同，一畦一畦，被外公打理得整整齐齐。远处是高高的玉米和豇豆，近处，生菜舒展着鲜嫩的叶子，像一朵朵盛开的大绿花。小白菜密密地挤在一起，争先恐后地向上生长。豌豆像一个个小月牙，躲在绿叶间。几只白色的粉蝶在田垄间翩翩起舞。田园里散发着泥土和蔬菜的清香，我不由得深深吸了一口气。
Less than at 8 o'clock, the sun basks in clay hair is very hotly. We come to the vegetable plot of firm grow. Grandfather holds the calabash gourd ladle with an old hand, dip water of one gourd ladle, the root ministry that aims a hollow dish is irrigated equably go down. Water in him when, my brandish removes heavy hoe, give the dish from the back lubberly loosen the soil, weed. Now and then discover 9 worm, carry them. The clay that irrigates water is showing light below sunshine. The face with dark grandfather and this is dark splendent land together, feel what be born in clay to he is this really.
不到八点，太阳就将泥土晒得发烫。我们来到刚栽种的菜地。外公手持一个巴掌大的葫芦瓢，舀一瓢水，对准一棵空心菜的根部均匀地浇下去。就在他浇水的时候，我抡起沉重的锄头，笨拙地给后面的菜松土，除草。偶尔发现一两只虫子，便将它们挑掉。浇完水的泥土在阳光下闪着光。外公黝黑的脸庞和这黝黑发亮的土地一起，真感觉他就是这泥土里生出来的。
Grandfather one an examination of dish one by one, those who want fertilization apply go up a bit, irrigate again sail upstream. Burning broil is baking the sun land, grandfather began to perspire. The sweat with big beans bead flow down ear root, not a little while, stayed on bright red shoulder neck for nothing saline be soiled. His stoop waist comes, microscope dish part of a historical period is whole. At this moment I feel, how he is lofty, how handsome, that form stoop goes, crouch, down to curl up rises, resemble a piece of driving bend. For children people future, he is using him hale the body that is like an ox, working arduously. Full steam heat is rustic, bear bright phlogistic time of the day. My grandfather, grow together with this land. That shiny green ribbing, it is the poetic travel that he sows.
外公一棵棵菜逐一检查，要施肥的就施上一点儿，再浇上水。太阳火辣辣地炙烤着土地，外公开始出汗了。豆大的汗珠顺着耳根流下来，不一会儿，红通通的肩颈上留下了白白的盐渍。他弯下腰来，仔细检查菜叶是否完好。这时我觉得，他多么高大，多么帅气，那身影弯下去，蹲下去，以至蜷起，像一张强劲的弓。为了子女们的未来，他正用他健壮如牛的身体，辛勤地劳动着。足蒸暑土气，背灼炎天光。我的外公，和这片土地生长在一起。那绿油油的田垄，就是他播种的诗行。
South wind rises, greenery breaks up. Rustle is sanded, look, this land emerges the happiness that using a farmer and hope.
南风起，绿叶翻。沙沙沙，看，这片土地涌动着农民的幸福和希望。
Perhaps, some people can think, the farmer is negligible laborer stopped nevertheless. But, my friend, you want to know, farmer, just be the one part of the laborer that we struggle countless arduous labor, silently. What is beautiful? Their just explained: This is beautiful!
也许，有些人会认为，农民不过是微不足道的劳动者罢了。可是，我的朋友，你要知道，农民，恰是我们无数个辛勤劳动、默默奋斗的劳动者的一部分。什么是美？他们恰恰诠释了：这就是美！(文/陈槺)