Memory is like the book with a yellow extensive, break up so that had defeated an edge, coiled edge. But pearl often is like then since picking up kind small glittering and translucent however past, metropolis bequeath is worn a warmth.
记忆如一本泛黄的书，翻得已经破了沿儿，卷了边儿。但每每捡拾起那如珍珠般小却晶莹的往事，都会遗留着一丝温暖。
Short siheyun, the gate of bronze-coloured is small shut, peach of that one individual plant in the courtyard follows wind below curtain of night jolty. This, it is my grandmother home. Grandmother home always is cold and cheerless, grandmother says, only I just can let a courtyard become lively rise.
矮小的四合院，古铜色的大门微闭，院子里那一株桃树在夜幕下随风摇动。这，便是我的外婆家。外婆家总是冷冷清清，外婆说，只有我去了才会让院子变得热闹起来。
In one's childhood, I always wait for outer mother-in-law beside, listen to her to tell the story that cowboy Girl Weaver meets in magpie bridge. See her cut each beautiful paper flower with one's own hands, stick them on the window. Hear her to make the peach blossom cake that come with the peach blossom on the tree. And what I like most is every time a when the grandmother when New Year hangs another red lantern.出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
小时候，我总是待在外婆身边，听她讲牛郎织女在鹊桥相见的故事。看她亲手剪出一个个漂亮的纸花，将它们贴在窗子上。闻她用树上桃花做出来的桃花饼。而我最喜欢的是每当新年时外婆挂上的一个又一个的红灯笼。
Remember having a year, I climb go playing above peach, see big red peach, stretch his hand go picking, but hand glance declines from the tree come down, it is mud completely all over, 3 on two green grass still are stuck on the dress, a person's mind is gotten to ache on the hand. Lower his head to look, former hand was delimited a cut, I go straight towards the grandmother that Xiang Wensheng comes, grandmother asks me in a stern voice: Why does “ climb so tall place? ” I murmur path: “ Is am sorry, I want to pick a big peach to you originally. ” grandmother listens, with a ha breath out ground laugh to rise immediately, hold in the arms remove me to return house in, still say I am small fool.
记得有一年，我爬到桃树上面去玩，看到一个又大又红的桃子，便伸手去摘，可手一滑从树上跌落下来，全身满是泥巴，衣服上还粘上两三根青草，手上钻心地疼。低头一看，原来手被划了一道口子，我奔向闻声赶来的外婆，外婆厉声问我：“为什么爬到那么高的地方去？”我低声说道：“对不起，我本来想给你摘一个大桃子。”外婆一听，立马哈哈地笑起来，抱起我回到屋里，还说我是小笨蛋。
In the evening, I did not know to wake how suddenly, feel there is grandmother in the quilt on the side, taking doubt to rise, stealthily outward face goes. Push open the door, below dim lamplight, I see grandmother is using old hand to wipe tear, the hair of silvery white wraps around fall in double shoulder, the body not the dwelling place vibrates slightly. I go by, with the tear of grandmother of oneself light efface of small not use too much force. I at that time do not know to still laughing to say why the grandmother of my fool can cry stealthily in the late evening in the morning, and I am not to get hurt for the first time.
晚上，我不知怎的突然醒了过来，一摸旁边的被子里没有外婆，便带着疑惑起身，悄悄向外面走去。推开门，昏暗的灯光下，我看见外婆正在用苍老的手抹眼泪，银白的头发披落在双肩，身体不住地微微颤动。我走过去，用自己的小手轻轻抹去外婆的眼泪。当时的我并不知道早上还笑着说我笨蛋的外婆为什么会在晚上悄悄哭泣，而且我又不是第一次受伤。
Later, I just understand, grandmother is not get hurt because of me and cry, however because the following day early morning wants as parting as me what come home.
后来，我才明白，外婆并不是因为我受伤而哭泣，而是因为第二天清晨要与回家的我离别。
Since that later, we are very long the husband's family outside was not being had been to for some time, the smartphone became the main kind that we contact. Worth while and glad is, last year in the winter, we went to grandmother home spending the New Year, grandmother all over the face of smile greeted, still took out a bright red lantern, mounted ladder to hang up it personally, the body of that grow stout vibrates slightly in the cold wind in the winter.
自从那次以后，我们好长一段时间没有去过外婆家，智能手机成了我们联系的主要方式。值得高兴的是，去年冬天，我们去了外婆家过年，外婆满脸笑容的迎了出来，还拿出了一个大红灯笼，亲自爬上梯子把它挂了上去，那发福的身体在冬天的寒风里微微颤动。
The life is like a poem, years makes wine, boundless life journey, harships a few degrees autumn. Wish we can remove the most dazzling pearl in memory in the picking up in years endless flow.
生活如诗，岁月作酒，漫漫人生路，风雨几度秋。愿我们会在岁月长河中捡拾起记忆中最耀眼的珍珠。(文/武鸣歌)