In the life, the instant of countless happiness from point to had flown, from point to to in seaming, had been gotten, instant disappears into thin air. And that Zhang Cixiang and the face of vicissitudes of life, in flashy deep brand is in my mind.
生活中，无数美好的瞬间从指间飞过，从指缝中钻过，刹那便消失得无影无踪。而那张慈祥而又沧桑的脸，在一瞬间便深深烙印在我心头。
One day classeses are over the body that I am dragging exhaustion and the school uniform that are stained with besmirch return the home awkwardly, the criticism of the grandma as expected of right on the face come over. She is helpless and angry respecting: “ was washed today, also will not work tomorrow, how to see you wear? ” I am obliged to subdue Babade to accept, twist a head to reply a house.来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
一天放学我拖着疲惫的身子和沾满污渍的校服狼狈地回到家，奶奶的批评果然劈头盖脸的袭来。她无奈而又生气的说到：“今天洗了，明天也干不了，看你怎么穿？”我只得委屈巴巴地接受，扭头回房去了。
Late night, when to know, I what sleep soundly am breathed out by a faint “ ——” sound is noisy wake. , I knead those who knead Xing Song to sleep eye, stand up to go to the front of the door gently, look outwards through aperture. It is a grandma! She sits in the one horn with dim sitting room, light light is inclined illuminate on her face, canthus inlaid furrow all shows vicissitudes of life, without the god dim eye is making a fight with eyelid, but what this still cannot mask her is dedicated. Original, she is using that small blower to blow the jacket that washs in me. There is a clothes on the hand that bestrews drape, another hand also firmly enclasp blower composition hand, swing neatly up and down, undertaking adeptly. Grandma blink a few eyes, shake shake one's head sober and sober, begin ” of job of “ of ground of without a stop again.
深夜，不知几点，熟睡的我被一阵隐隐地“呼呼——”声吵醒。，我揉揉惺忪的睡眼，站起身来轻轻走到门前，透过缝隙向外望去。是奶奶！她坐在客厅昏暗的一角，淡淡的光斜照在她脸上，眼角镶嵌的皱纹尽显沧桑，无神暗淡的眼睛在与眼皮做斗争，可这仍掩盖不了她的专注。原来，她在用那小小的吹风机在我吹洗完的上衣。布满褶皱的手上铺着一件衣裳，另一只手也牢牢握紧了吹风机把作文手，上下灵活摆动，娴熟地进行着。奶奶眨巴了几下眼睛，摇摇头清醒清醒，又开始马不停蹄地“工作”。
I push the door of with the door left unlocked, slowly take a sitting room that corner. The mouth with sere grandma has not opened a lip, I said voice softly: “ grandma, you go sleeping, I come. ” grandma expression is gaunt, the twinkling of an eye of the head is raised in her, I discover her whats did not change, be old only. A her short wavy hair is not arranged in embellish slippery, the place of filar silk white hair that is being stuck by the place on the forehead however is eroded; Flabby skin is full of on the cheek, still hang down hanging trifling grain detailed. Grandma laugh, that smile of raise of corners of the mouth resembles a postmeridian time, the affection of rich love flavour. How her eyes is amiable, but I as if see she is in this is worldly the vicissitudes of life of full classics. My tear seizes the socket of eye and go out, hazy in, I also see there is Chan in grandma eye, shed …… slowly
我推开虚掩的门，缓缓走到客厅那角落。奶奶干枯的嘴还未启唇，我便温柔地说了声：“奶奶，您去睡吧，我来。”奶奶神情憔悴，在她抬起头的一瞬，我发现她什么都没变，只是老了。她的一头短卷发不在润色顺滑，而是被额上所贴着的丝丝白发所侵蚀；脸颊上尽是松弛的皮肤，还垂挂着些许纹缕。奶奶笑了，嘴角扬起的那份笑容像一道午后的流光，富有爱的情味。她的眼神多么慈祥，但我仿佛看出她在这世间饱经的沧桑。我的泪水夺眶而出，朦胧中，我也看见奶奶眼中有潺湲，缓缓地流……
I cannot forget that Zhang Cixiang up to now and the face of vicissitudes of life, years eroded the cheek of the grandma, the trace with gaunt vicissitudes of life is engraved flintily in face by days, hope time, can love her more a bit.
我至今忘不了那张慈祥而又沧桑的脸，岁月侵蚀了奶奶的面颊，沧桑憔悴的痕迹被时光无情地刻在面庞，希望时间，能多爱她一点。(文/李竹君)