时光里的那串铜铃铛
The string of copper bells in time
一扇早已褪色的窗子上挂着一串铜铃铛，经过了时间的洗礼，它上面早已布满了斑斑的锈迹。一阵风拂过，铃铛发出清脆的声响，那声音与从前相比好像差了点味道。目光落在其中一个被母亲粘上胶布的铃铛上，已经坏掉的它发不出清脆的声响了。
A string of copper bells hung on a window that had long faded, and after the test of time, it was covered in spots of rust. A gust of wind swept by, and the bell made a crisp sound, which seemed to have a slightly inferior taste compared to before. His gaze fell on one of the bells that had been taped by his mother, which was already broken and could no longer make a crisp sound.
这串铜铃铛是妈妈送给我的。
This string of copper bells was given to me by my mother.
五年前的炎炎夏日，我叼着一根老冰棍，白色的背心上滴满了融化的糖水。妈妈坐在一旁，手里忙活着什么，我想悄悄斜过眼瞅一瞅，但是妈妈用手捂得严严实实，我只好扫兴的摆弄着木偶。正玩的尽兴，忽然，一双大手捂住了我的眼。“猜猜妈妈给你准备了什么？”“什么啊？又是小娃娃吗？可是我真的不想再要那些了……”“别那么死脑筋嘛，铛铛！”
Five years ago on a scorching summer day, I was holding an old popsicle and my white vest was dripping with melted sugar water. My mother sat aside, busy with something in her hand. I wanted to sneak a glance, but she covered her hands tightly, so I had to play with the puppet disappointedly. I was having a great time playing when suddenly, a pair of big hands covered my eyes. Guess what Mom prepared for you? "" What? Is it another little doll? But I really don't want those anymore... "" Don't be so stubborn, Dangdang
妈妈把手移开，我顿时亮了眼，一串银色的铃铛挂在妈妈的手上，我喜出望外地捧起那串铃铛，爱惜的不得了。而不经意间，我看见了妈妈望着我的眼神，那是一双什么样的眼神啊，里面有爱怜，有疼爱，更多的是宠溺，那是只有在妈妈的眼睛里才会出现的光芒。
My mother moved her hand away, and my eyes lit up. A silver bell hung in her hand, and I was overjoyed to pick it up. I took great care of it. And unintentionally, I saw the way my mother looked at me. What kind of eyes were they? There was love, affection, and more of indulgence in them. They were the radiance that only appeared in my mother's eyes.
我把那串铃铛挂在卧室的窗子上，那铃铛漂亮极了，一根红线穿过许多个小铃铛，最下面还吊着一块樱花样式的木牌，在阳光下闪着亮眼的光。我用手指轻轻挑起铃铛的红线，摇了摇，“叮当”的声响充满了我的整个夏天，更是包含了妈妈对我满满的爱意。比起这串铃铛，更让我暖心的是，妈妈望向我时，那宠溺的眼神。
I hung that string of bells on the bedroom window, which was extremely beautiful. A red line passed through many small bells, and at the bottom hung a cherry blossom style wooden plaque, shining brightly in the sunlight. I gently picked up the red line of the bell with my fingers, shook it, and the sound of "jingle" filled my entire summer, including my mother's full love for me. What warms my heart more than this string of bells is the indulgent look in my mother's eyes when she looks at me.
妈妈因为工作繁忙，时常回不了家，我也因为学习的缘故，经常见不到妈妈，于是这串铃铛就成了我们母女之间的牵绊。每当清脆的铃声响起，我的脑海中就会浮现出妈妈坐在我的床边，为我轻声地读着故事，哄我入睡。虽然我们平时不能经常见面，但是妈妈对我的爱丝毫不会减少，我对妈妈的爱也不会变少。我们只需要在彼此的心中存在，便会感到心安。铃铛清脆的声音在我的心中回荡，也会与妈妈的笑容一直留在心中。
My mother is often unable to return home due to her busy work schedule, and I also frequently miss her due to my studies. As a result, this string of bells has become a bond between us mother and daughter. Whenever the clear bell rings, my mind conjures up the image of my mother sitting by my bed, softly reading me stories and soothing me to sleep. Although we can't see each other often, my mother's love for me will not decrease at all, and my love for my mother will not decrease either. We only need to exist in each other's hearts to feel at ease. The crisp sound of the bell echoes in my heart, and it also stays in my heart with my mother's smile.
原来，这世界上有一种特别的美好，不是物质上的拥有，而是渗入心灵的一种财富，每当经过岁月的洗礼，它就会变得更加璀璨发光，它终将锁定在记忆的长河中，历久弥新，那就是——母爱。
Originally, there is a special beauty in this world that is not material possessions, but a wealth that seeps into the soul. Every time it is washed by time, it becomes even more brilliant and shining, and it will eventually be locked in the river of memory, enduring forever. That is - maternal love.