我回来的时候，老房子特别安静，这里少了一个孩子依在一个老人的怀里开心傻笑，以前的岁月就成了一个梦境，被关在了盖着白色的麻布的留声机里。
When I came back, the old house was particularly quiet. There was a child missing here, leaning in the arms of an old man and laughing happily. The past years had become a dream, locked up in a phonograph covered with white linen.
“看雨后青天白云飘，山中鸟啼笑，看陌生姑娘锄野草，嘴边带着笑。”音声和谐，美妙动听。小小机器，留住声音，如若还有，便是情意。小时候我印象最深的是吃完饭和爷爷一起坐在沙发上，听着留声机里传出的动听的歌声，一遍又一遍地重复着，仿佛家园和岁月也可以被留声机留住。
“ Watching the blue sky and white clouds drifting after the rain, birds singing and laughing in the mountains, watching a stranger girl hoeing wild grass with a smile on her lips. ” The sound is harmonious and beautiful. A small machine, retaining sound, if there is still, it is affection. When I was a child, what impressed me the most was sitting on the sofa with my grandfather after dinner, listening to the beautiful singing from the phonograph, repeating it over and over again, as if home and time could also be captured by the phonograph.
“看田里老农割早稻，挥汗垂着腰……”小时候的我听到这首歌，分不清楚，这是为什么而写的。从我记事起，爷爷和留声机这两个词是分不开的，有留声机的地方就有爷爷，有爷爷的地方就有留声机。
“ Watching the old farmer in the field harvest early rice, sweating and hanging down his waist; … ” When I was a child, I couldn't tell why I wrote this song. Since I can remember, the words' grandfather 'and' phonograph 'are inseparable. Wherever there is a phonograph, there is a grandfather, and wherever there is a grandfather, there is a phonograph.
“爷爷，有人欺负我。”听见我的声音，爷爷马上拿着棍子走出来，帮我赶跑了村里的顽童，接着又是语重心长地对我说：“孙啊，你咋天天给欺负呢？牙都磕掉两根，怎么还不长记性呢？”我这时也只是拉着爷爷的手默不作声。我在等着他消气过后，把手里抓着的青色蝈蝈给他看。
“ Grandpa, someone is bullying me. ” Upon hearing my voice, my grandfather immediately came out with a stick and helped me drive away the mischievous children in the village. Then he spoke earnestly to me, saying; Sun, why are you being bullied every day? Two teeth have been knocked off, why hasn't he remembered? ” At this moment, I just held my grandfather's hand and remained silent. After waiting for him to calm down, I showed him the green grasshopper I was holding in my hand.
夏夜里，我依在爷爷怀里，爷爷闭着眼嘴角噙着笑意，我们听着留声机里发出的音乐和沙沙声，数着星星入眠……
On a summer night, I leaned in my grandfather's arms, and he closed his eyes with a smile on his lips. We listened to the music and rustling sound on the phonograph, and counted the stars to sleep; …
长大了，上学了，离开了爷爷，但再次来到这儿又听到了熟悉的音乐：“我愿常留在农村的怀抱，这里绝没有都市的烦扰”，我瞬间体会到了这首歌的感情。爷爷用手抚摸着我的头，抬头看着爷爷满脸皱纹但又慈祥的面容，心情竟难以言说，一种岁月老了的失重感让我的心很沉。
I grew up, went to school, left my grandfather, but when I came here again, I heard familiar music:; I would like to stay in the embrace of the countryside forever, where there are no urban troubles; I instantly experienced the emotions of this song. My grandfather touched my head with his hand and looked up at his wrinkled yet kind face. His emotions were indescribable, and the weight loss of aging made my heart sink.
突然有一天，留声机不转了，优美的音乐戛然而止。倒不是因为有了新的音乐设备，而是爷爷为了帮城里的小叔打理生意进了城，长久不回。他为自己儿子的生意着想，除了祭拜祖宗的重要节日才回来一趟。他每天只能在店里忍受隔壁商铺震天动地的流行音乐了。而我，比他还要早到城里，求学和成长让我与故乡的家园越来越遥远。
Suddenly one day, the phonograph stopped spinning and the beautiful music came to a sudden halt. It's not because of the new music equipment, but because Grandpa came to the city to help his uncle manage his business and hasn't returned for a long time. He only comes back for important festivals to worship his ancestors, considering his son's business. He can only endure the earth shattering pop music of the neighboring shop in the store every day. And I arrived in the city earlier than him, and my studies and growth have made me increasingly distant from my hometown.
我闭上眼打开了留声机，在那沙沙的声音中又流露出来那首熟悉的歌：“看雨后青天白云飘，山中鸟啼笑，看陌生姑娘锄野草，嘴边带着笑。”我关上留声机，渴望着炊烟中夜幕下的梦境家园，一个孩子依在一个老人的怀里开心傻笑。
I closed my eyes and opened the phonograph, and in the rustling sound, the familiar song came out again:; Watching the blue sky and white clouds drifting after the rain, birds singing and laughing in the mountains, watching a stranger girl hoeing wild grass with a smile on her lips. ” I turned off the phonograph, longing for a dream home under the cover of smoke and night, with a child leaning in the arms of an old man and laughing happily.