自云霄滴落的雨露，纯洁如阳光的凝华，月色笼聚在乡间泥泞的小路上，已然枯竭的杂草四处散落，唯有中心那一步一个的脚印，是人们踏出来的归家路，其上附着点点思念，句句柔情，非三言两语可以诉完，亦非挥手一别可以忘却，路旁的破旧小屋中，亦蕴藏着数不尽的爱。
The rain and dew dripping from the clouds, pure as sunshine, the moonlight gathers on the muddy paths in the countryside, and the dried up weeds scatter everywhere. Only the footprints in the center, step by step, are the way home for people, attached with a little longing and tenderness. It cannot be expressed in a few words, nor can it be forgotten with a wave of goodbye. Countless love is also hidden in the dilapidated houses by the roadside.出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
月色下的点点星光汇聚成柔和的川流，指引着迷路的人们归家的方向。我打开窗户，手微撑在窗框上，刺骨的寒意从指尖传来，阵阵萧瑟的秋风吹得人睁不开眼，在如墨的夜色中，池塘对岸的灯光像是黑暗中唯一的指路人，我定睛观望，亮灯的破旧小屋门前坐了一个老奶奶，因为寒冷，她微弯着身，双手环伸，整个人缩成一团，却又极力的向远处眺望，我顺着她目光所视的方向看去，眼前一片黑暗，偶尔两阵寒风吹过，枯草发出呜咽的悲鸣声，回荡于耳畔。
The scattered starlight under the moonlight converges into a gentle stream, guiding the lost people in the direction of returning home. I opened the window and leaned my hand slightly against the window frame. The piercing cold came from my fingertips, and the bleak autumn wind blew so hard that people couldn't open their eyes. In the dark night, the lights on the other side of the pond seemed to be the only guide in the darkness. I stared closely and saw an old lady sitting in front of the old and dilapidated house with lights on. Due to the cold, she bent slightly, stretched her hands around her, and shrunk into a ball. However, she tried her best to look into the distance. I followed the direction of her gaze and saw darkness in front of me. Occasionally, two cold winds blew by, and the withered grass let out a mournful cry that echoed in my ears.
我并不理解这又黑又冷的天气，为什么她会坐在门前。忽的，她从椅子上站起，向她所观望的方向走去，渐渐的消失于黑暗之中，我愣了神，突然想起之前我的爷爷说的话，就好像什么都明白了，果然，一会儿的时间，那位老奶奶便领着一位老爷爷走向家的方向，老爷爷手上拿了一盒点心，小心翼翼地护在怀中，他们回到家门口时，老爷爷站在温暖的灯光下，把点心递给了老奶奶。
I don't understand why she would sit in front of the door in this dark and cold weather. Suddenly, she stood up from the chair and walked towards the direction she was watching, gradually disappearing into the darkness. I was stunned. Suddenly, I remembered what my grandfather had said before, as if I understood everything. Sure enough, in a moment, the old woman led an old man to the direction of home. The old man took a box of Dim sum in his hand and carefully protected it in his arms. When they returned to the door, the old man stood under the warm light and handed Dim sum to the old woman.
爷爷之前对我说过，池塘对岸的老爷爷患有老年痴呆症，每次病发就只记得老奶奶爱吃点心，便总会立刻去买。而老奶奶一旦找不到老爷爷了，就会坐在门口等着老爷爷，算好时间去接他，这好像也成了他们约定俗成的规定一般。
My grandpa told me before that my grandpa on the other side of the pond was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Every time he got sick, he just remembered that my grandma loved to eat Dim sum and would always buy them immediately. And once the old lady can't find the old man, she will sit at the door waiting for him, counting the time to pick him up, which seems to have become their customary rule.
泥泞的小路上，是老爷爷与老奶奶一遍又一遍的归家路，它在无声诉说着那一件又一件平凡却又令人倍感新鲜的与爱有关的平凡小事，不会被雨露所一笔带过，更若那亘古永存的星光，遥遥的散发着那独一无二的光芒！
On the muddy path, it is the old grandpa and grandma's way back home time and time again. It silently tells the ordinary yet refreshing little things related to love, which will not be carried away by rain and dew, but more like the eternal starlight, radiating its unique light from afar!