The door is pushed, grandmother explore enters half body, take out a writing case from backside, grin path: “ Nuo, your. ”
门被推开了，外婆探进半个身子，从背后抽出一个文具盒，咧着嘴笑道：“喏，你的。”
My fix eyes on looked a few times, that is the pen that my elementary school uses has a case, chinese ink just was wetted before long before, already very old. “ is done not have bad again, threw dry? Your thing, how to cherish so ……” grandmother puts writing case on desk, hang down eye, mutter in a low voice. “ just is not mine! Such, wanted to work! You want, be yours! ” I am impatient, rave to her. Grandmother eyes desolate some, the starlight An in eye, the hair silk of silvery white also hanged down feebly it seems that. “ this times ah ……” her stoop is worn, take case of the first stroke of a Chinese character, walking falter answers a room. I am developing her back, cry aloud: “ is not your times! Now, it is my times! ” that back, it seems that more crouched some.( 出自 WWw.ZUOwEnBa.net )
我定睛看了几眼，那是我小学用的笔具盒，前不久刚沾了墨，已经很旧了。“又没坏，扔了干嘛呢？你的东西，怎么这么不珍惜呢……”外婆把文具盒放在书桌上，垂眸，小声喃喃。“才不是我的呢！都这样了，要了干嘛！你要，就是你的了！”我不耐烦了，冲她叫道。外婆眼神落寞了些，眸中的星光黯了，银白色的发丝似乎也无力地垂了下去。“这个时代啊……”她佝偻着，拿起笔盒，步履蹒跚地走回房间。我冲着她的背影，大声喊：“不是你的时代了！现在，是我的时代！”那背影，似乎更蜷缩了些。
Become stunned, I knit speed up brows, each injures a person Li Jian that oneself a moment ago said since memory, the back of grandmother desolate is wandering at the moment from beginning to end. Be, after all what is “ my ” , what is “ your ” ? I run desperately, search me hard in the front of the times, and you, always be in place expect, the “ that is abandoned those by me my full marks / ” , turn “ into your ” , collect carefully rises.
愣了愣神，我皱紧着眉头，回忆起自己刚才说的每一句伤人的利剑，外婆落寞的背影始终在眼前徘徊。是啊，到底什么是“我的”，什么是“你的”？我拼命奔跑，在时代的前端努力寻找我的，而你，总在原地守候，将那些被我抛弃的“我满分/的”，变成“你的”，珍藏起来。
Thinking carefully, I am outer already the pace before mother-in-law door, still went in finally. Grandmother sits in bedside, with Na Shuangcang old, knit cling to hand, touch, what wiping. I approached to just discover, that is the photograph of my nursery school, be being patted is not very clear, fell an ash. Perhaps be by footstep Jing. Grandmother face about comes, laugh, point to that stale on the ground with finger, some make the wooden case of damaged. I sit down carefully, opened it slowly, meanwhile, treasure box of memory also was opened at the same time, I saw the first my toy, saw the first piece of certificate of merit when my young, saw ……
细想着，我已在外婆房门前踱步了，最终还是走了进去。外婆坐在床边，用那双苍老、皱巴的手，抚摸，擦拭着什么。我走近了才发现，那是我幼儿园的照片，拍得不是很清楚，落了一层灰。也许是被脚步声惊了。外婆转过身来，笑笑，用手指指地上那个陈旧，有些许破损的木箱子。我小心坐下，慢慢打开了它，与此同时，记忆的宝盒也同时打开了，我看到了我的第一个玩具，看到了我幼时的第一张奖状，看到了……
Days wraps up bag to turn, go to stop, those good time that I ever had, flow once more drip to come, that momently, be like peach blossom rain falls, lunar Lang Fengqing, interior warmth if first.
时光兜兜转转，走走停停，我曾拥有的那些美好时光，再度流淌开来，那一刻，似有桃花雨下，月朗风清，心灵温暖如初。
I smiled for a long time. I ever distained to be considered to yours, never also had thought, your, represented the past, represented a yearning, and my, represented now, represented a hope. Your with me, not, should be us, add up, it is whole world, whole period.
我微笑了许久。我曾对你的不屑一顾，也不曾想过，你的，代表了过去，代表了怀念，而我的，代表了现在，代表了希望。你的和我的，不，应该是我们的，加起来，就是整个世界，整个时代。
Your with me, be in harmony is together, enough tenderness days, warm years.
你的和我的，融在一起，足以温柔时光，温暖岁月。(文/陈天悦)