"The world is so great, you must look for grandfather grandma. You must look for grandfather grandma..
“世界这么大，你一定要替爷爷奶奶去看看。”
My grandfather grandma is typical Chinese farmer, never leave all one's life give birth to the land that raises them.
我的爷爷奶奶是典型的中国农民，一生都不曾离开生养他们的土地。
Spring breeze stroke crosses the earth, the grandma says this is the best season in a year. Multiplying the sun that rises first, the grandma was getting me to begin mountain-climbing of life first time. The grandma appears very be good at mountaineering, leave me in aloof before long rear, at one's convenience the pace that how I exclaim not to stop advancement. This hill mud is like very be reluctant to leave me general, touch me to death to death with puissant glue prison, each pace knows this to suffer. Hill is again tall, upgrade is climbed, will surely ascend a top; Lu Zaiyuan, step down, will surely arrive. Had not known how long, I saw the figure of the grandma again eventually, the hair silk of silvery white is flaring the golden light of the sun, issue the ocean wave of rock like moon, although my have not has seen the sea in those days. Before, the ground of floret bits and pieces with yellow orange color leaves full Shan Ye, those who be like midsummer night brushwood to give out is crepuscular, dispersive however especially dazzling. "Wish the winter jasmine that you overflow hill like this is beautiful, wind comes, brilliant all one's life. Come quickly, look toward far! " " saw? The world is very bright, you must walk out of big hill to look. You must walk out of big hill to look..来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
春风拂过大地，奶奶说这是一年中最好的时节。乘着初升之太阳，奶奶领着我开始了人生第一次登山。奶奶似乎很擅长登山，没多久便把我远远地留在了后方，任凭我如何呼喊都不停止前进的步伐。这山泥似很留恋我一般，用强力胶将我死死沾牢，每一步都知此煎熬。山再高，往上攀，定能登顶；路再远，走下去，定能到达。不知过了多久，我终于又见到了奶奶的身影，银白的发丝正闪耀着太阳的金光，像月光下晃动的海浪，虽然那时我未曾见过海。眼前，橙黄的小花星星点点地开满了山野，似仲夏夜草丛发出的微光，分散却分外耀眼。“愿你如这漫山的迎春花，风一来，便烂漫了一生。快来，往远处看！”“看到了吗？世界很灿烂，你一定要走出大山去看看。”
Spring breeze comes, beautiful sweet soak on road. After the meal, accompany a grandfather to go on the road together, he was stationed in a foot below tree of a persimmon. Remembering a grandma to had said this tree is grow when the grandfather is young below, the result is not much, however still annual result. Wind rises again, persimmon leaf follows wind roam about, wave to distance, the grandfather was hoping to give a look, I think this ever also was his poem and distance. Return the home, the grandfather will be deep last year autumn the one canister dried persimmon that has basked in hands I, call me to be not cold-shouldered, saying to still use hand stroke the ash on stroke cap.
春风来，花香浸润了陌上。饭后，陪爷爷一起走在路上，他在一棵柿树下驻了脚。想起奶奶说过这棵树是爷爷年轻时栽下的，结果不多，却仍年年结果。风又起，柿树叶便随风儿流浪，飘向了远方，爷爷望着出了神，我想这也曾是他的诗和远方。回到家，爷爷将去年深秋晒好的一罐柿饼递给我，叫我不要嫌弃，说着还用手拂了拂盖子上的灰。
My grandma is done not have had gone up to learn, she never has said to love me it seems that, but her action can let me always however take this blazing group. The small chrysanthemum on hill is winter jasmine flower, I what all along has deep love for a book never know this. Grandfather memory is bad, but he always is met a delicious thing collect carefully, leave him most the granddaughter that be very fond of, although he does not know the thing is put long, already unfavorable edible.
我的奶奶没有上过学，她似乎从未说过爱我，可她的行动却总能让我将这份炽热圈揽。山上的小黄花是迎春花，这是向来热爱书籍的我都不曾知道的。爷爷记性不好，可他总会把好吃的东西珍藏，留给他最疼爱的孙女，尽管他不知道东西放久了，已经不宜食用。
They say to hope I can resemble spring breeze same, have new hope year old years old year after year.
他们说希望我能像春风一样，年年岁岁都有新的希望。
Clear wish, the dried persimmon of collect carefully, this is the best love that they give.
清澈的祝愿，珍藏的柿饼，这便是他们所给予的最好的爱。