The sky outside the window was caught vermeil, be in originally pure and clinking Bai Yun is not exceptional also, wind wave from the sky slowly beside me prowler, leap up falls on jump, extremely piquant, differ meeting, in the home everywhere rustle makes sound rise, driving everything, a piece of paper on the desktop also subsequently flap rises, opened a piece of mysterious veil. I take photograph draw a frame round gently, stroke stroke the dirt above. Of greet is two warmth take father grandson harmoniously in edge of ridge of field, a Tong Zhi is innocent, a white hair is filled with head ……
窗外的天空被染成了鲜红色，就在原本纯洁无比的白云也不例外，风儿从天上飘下来慢悠悠的在我身边徘徊者，上蹿下跳的，调皮极了，不一会，家里便四处沙沙作响起来，带动着一切，桌面上的一张纸也随之飘动起来，揭开了一张神秘的面纱。我轻轻地拿起相框，拂了拂上边的灰尘。映入眼帘的是爷孙俩温馨和谐的坐在田埂边上，一个童稚天真，一个白发盈头……
Grandpa “ , where do we go to today? Tong Zhen is asking ” . “ today, the grandfather takes you to cut rice, the autumn came, bumper harvest! Grandpa ” is coughing say, there is full happy move in the face, dawn is illuminated gently on our body, in the heart, the warm meaning in the body arises spontaneously, below the ray of dawn, old hand is pulling little hand, shine upon gives beautiful vague impression, vibrating in underground, fluttering happily on field alley.
“爷爷，我们今天去哪里啊？”一声童真问着。“今天，爷爷就带你去割稻子，秋天来了，丰收啦！”爷爷咳着说道，脸中透露着满满的喜悦感，晨光轻轻地照在我们身上，心中，身中的暖意油然而生，在晨光的光芒下，大手牵着小手，映照出美丽的影子，在地下颤动着，在田间小路上幸福飞舞着。
The grandfather takes out the hook with rubiginous full of stains or spots mark adroitly from inside thick gunny-bag, striding stride brandish to wear hook is worn to their declare war, see his left hand is catching paddy bine only, right hand brandish is worn hook. Of ” of “ give a talking-to, cadaver head is detached, burning sun is phlogistic below, the sweat with grandfather big beans bead bit by bit glide cheek, wave after that underground, blossom the flower that gives a beauty! Differ meeting, the “ soldier ” of a platoon is defeated to be under grandfather hook, really alleged it is hook in the hand, he has the world!
爷爷熟练地从粗麻袋中取出锈迹斑斑的镰刀，迈着大步挥着镰刀向它们宣战着，只见他左手抓着稻茎，右手挥着镰刀。“呲”的一下，便尸首分离了，烈日炎下，爷爷豆大的汗珠一点一点的滑过脸颊，而后飘到地下，绽放出一朵美丽的花儿！不一会，一个排的“士兵”便败倒在爷爷镰刀之下，真所谓是镰刀在手，天下他有啊！
Curiosity bit by bit assail is worn the heart of my child childish, eventually cardiac is jumpy driving it, send from the spurt in the mouth. Grandpa “ , let me try ” , back of my both hands is hoping on the body the grandfather is firm the say that grandma of soft eye grandma sound enrages, the grandfather does not suffer my heavy attack eventually. “ is good, of this bit give you, bit more careful. Grandpa ” brushs sweat bead say. I follow a grandfather what to the model has kind learn to rise, one does not take care, hook glide my skin, bright red blood from hand midstream come out. The grandfather sees state, cut a cloth from the dress immediately, encased that is more than the fountainhead that use up.
好奇心一点一点的抨击着我童稚的心灵，终于心脏的跳动推动着它，从口中迸发出来。“爷爷，让我试试呗”，我双手背在身上望着爷爷刚柔的眼睛奶声奶气的说道，爷爷终受不住我的重重进攻。“好呀，这把小点的给你，小心点。”爷爷擦了擦汗珠说道。我跟着爷爷有模有样的学了起来，一个不小心，镰刀滑过我的皮肤，鲜红的血液从手中流了出来。爷爷见状，立马从衣服上割下一块布，包住了那不止尽的源头。
The grandfather helps me up carefully to the side of ridge of field, tell to me removed him in one's childhood story. bird has flown from tanaka, chirp crying, wind blow, the noise of leaf rustle is worn, achieve gives wonderful symphony.
爷爷把我小心地扶到田埂边，给我讲起了他小时候的故事。鸟儿从田中飞过，叽叽喳喳的叫着，风儿吹来，树叶沙沙的响着，奏出美妙的交响乐。
Although the grandfather has died old, but he became the most beautiful scenery however in my heart, I hold grandfather photograph in the arms in the bosom, close a key point, in entering the most beautiful old practice.
虽然爷爷已经去世多年，可他在我心中却成了最美的风景，我把爷爷照片抱在怀里，闭上眼，进入最美的故事中。(文/蔡文涛)