Now, drink the yam congee that loves most again. Wooden bowl as before simple, faint scent as before inviting, flavour as before Gan Tian. A soft glutinous, be like once upon a time, feel little however what.
今日，又喝最爱的红薯粥了。木碗依旧朴素，清香依旧诱人，味道依旧甘甜。一口软糯，一如从前，却觉得少了什么。
Old the Chu Qiu before, I do not like yam in those days. I think it is deformed. Gather up from clay come out, of all over the body silty, can climb even white vermian. Little what I when take a fancy to is outside, never pay close attention to its heart.
多年前的初秋，那时我不喜欢红薯。我认为它是丑陋的。从泥土里扒出来，满身的淤泥，甚至会爬出白乎乎的蠕虫。少时的我看中的是外表，从未关注其内心。
I also am not fond of a native place. Chuqiu time, rural mosquito is to form a pile as before round, you grow skirt one piece, change a suit package. Moreover, without WIFI, without TV computer, all day long is frowzily in the room, solid it is bored.
我也不喜回老家。初秋时分，乡下的蚊子依旧是成堆成团，你一袭长裙，换来一身包。再者，没有WIFI，没有电视电脑，成天闷在房间里，实是无趣。
Till that day, the grandmother of my old sees her small granddaughter even more do not be able to bear or endure, offer to turn to ridge of field. Urge repeatedly in the mother below, I wore rubber overshoes, of loathing stepped a door.
直到那一天，我年迈的外婆看她小外孙女越发的不耐，提议到田埂上转一转。在母亲再三催促下，我穿了胶鞋，极不情愿的迈出了家门。
Follow the step of grandmother, slowly over a low bank of earth between fields of Yu Tian taking a walk, rural Qiu Yang warms warm ground is scattered on the body, accompanying the small sign of be favored with of grandmother garrulous long-winded. Ignore discovery, tian Gaoyun is weak, bug cries euphonic, rice field stretch to the horizon, gentle breeze is wrapping paddy sweet as nose as skip over of smoke from kitchen chimneys needle, halcyon and satisfied. The about with the alight grandmother in Yuguang, surprising, are this or these days close-lipped the grandmother of little sign?
跟着外婆的脚步，慢悠悠的散步于田埂之上，乡下的秋阳暖暖地撒在身上，伴着外婆絮絮叨叨的轻语。忽的发现，天高云淡，虫鸣悦耳，稻田一望无际，微风裹着稻香与炊烟略过鼻尖，宁静惬意。余光中外婆神采奕奕的模样，令人惊讶，这还是这些天寡言少语的外婆吗？
“ arrived! ” grandmother is aged and soft voice passes into ear in, look as the finger tip of grandmother. A ” of flourish ground of “ green trailing plants? Interrogative, indissoluble. In sunshine, grandmother one face is fatherly, staring this land, be like is memory: “ is like when your mom when you are so big, ever also had played in this land. ”
“到了！”外婆苍老而又温和的声音传入耳中，随着外婆的指尖望去。一片茂盛的“绿萝地”？疑惑，不解。阳光中，外婆一脸慈爱，凝视着这片土地，似是回忆：“当***妈如你这么大时，也曾在这片土地里玩过。”
Grandmother takes scoop adroitly, deft one shovel, it is unexpectedly dirty dirty yam! On lardy-dardy yam, the knot is worn the flourish greenery like green trailing plants. Be carried to be on the hand by grandmother, resemble the small essence in the story. My astonishment unceasingly, yang Sheng asks about: “ A mother-in-law, should dig this? ” grandmother nods, those who expect look at me. I cannot bear refuse, be forced to take scoop. Grandmother laugh, eyebrow eye is curved.
外婆熟练地拿起铲子，轻巧一铲，竟是一个脏脏的红薯！怪模怪样的红薯上，结着绿萝般茂盛的绿叶。被外婆提在手上，像故事里的小地精。我错愕不已，扬声问起：“阿婆，要挖这个？”外婆点了点头，期待的看着我。我不忍拒绝，只好拿起铲子。外婆笑了，眉眼弯弯。
In clump of a greenery, a pair coarse warm hand is lapping a pair of small and puerile hands, the back with a clement composition that bend a turn folds the back that placing to cut Bao Ting to unplug, miscellaneous ringing loud cry is made in aged laugh, rouse is field flyer blast.
一片绿叶丛中，一双粗糙又温暖的手包裹着一双小而稚嫩的手，一个弯弯作文宽厚的背影叠夹着一个削薄挺拔的背影，苍老的笑声中交杂着清脆的呐喊，惊起田间飞鸟阵阵。
Grandmother and I am harvested one day that plump, full the yam of one basket, size is differ. In the Yu Hui of afterglow, along caecal canal, calling village wantonly with grandmother ditty. I stick even clay for the first time went up the face also is not considered on brushed.
外婆和我那一天收获丰满，满满一筐的红薯，大小不一。在晚霞的余晖中，沿着盲肠小道，与外婆肆意的唱着乡间小曲。我第一次连泥土粘上了脸也顾不上擦了。
In the evening, grandmother made yam dinner. When full yam congee end comes up, faint scent hover, lily-white rice, golden yam, deserve to go up the young timber bowl of simple but elegant. Of my too impatient to wait should leave an opening, disregard grandmother remind, bearing small very hot rice congee, sucked a big, soft glutinous of grain of rice however bead bead is trenchant, yam softness Qing Dynasty is sweet, go down readily, light Gan Tian lip takes a tooth-like part of anything. A thick soup of simple a bowl of yam makes a person feel warm those who warm is happy however. Below moon, in candle brightness, what an old person looks at the child contentedly is voracious.
晚上，外婆做了一顿红薯宴。当满满的红薯粥端上来时，清香萦绕，纯白的米，金黄的红薯，配上素雅的小木碗。我迫不及待的要下口，不顾外婆的提醒，忍着微烫的米粥，吸了一大口，米粒软糯却粒粒分明，红薯柔软清甜，一口下去，淡淡的甘甜唇留齿间。简简单单的一碗红薯羹却令人感到暖暖的幸福。月光下，烛辉中，一位老人满足的看着孩子的狼吞虎咽。
I still should go. Before before leaving, grandmother filled in a lot of thing gives me, full a packet big. Finally, had wrapped that bowl of young timber bowl that I use with silken cloth again, a place of strategic importance is in my bosom. She says, if I forgot, saw bowl of this young timber, can remember her. I object at that time, grinning ground says: “ A mother-in-law, won't. I often can come back to see you. ” I at that time think I do not forget, cannot forget the baking yam of these days, yam works, yam congee, more the grandmother that cannot forget me.
我还是要走了。临行前，外婆塞了好多东西给我，满满一大包。最后，又将那碗我用的小木碗用绸布包好，塞在我怀里。她说，若是我忘了，见了这个小木碗，就可以想起她了。我当时不以为然，笑嘻嘻地说：“阿婆，不会的。我会常回来看您的。”当时的我以为我忘不了，忘不了这些天的烤红薯，红薯干，红薯粥，更忘不了我的外婆。
After can answering a city, the fast rhythm of the day after day in the city lives, the time with quiet country is gradually weak go, oblivion completely. Young timber bowl does not know the where that be put by me, after the head that the promise also throws already. Again when return to one's native place, it is …… however
可回城后，城里日复一日的快节奏生活，乡间闲适的日子渐渐淡去，忘却的一干二净。小木碗不知被我放哪了，诺言也早已抛之脑后。再次回乡时，却是……
“ is cultivated desire static, and wind is more than; Child desire filial piety, and close prep before. ” never thinks, grandmother stood in the window to brush a tear with the one or two pieces making up the front of a Chinese jacket that day is we meet for the last time. Country yam as before, this the person already went however.
“树欲静，而风不止；子欲孝，而亲不待。”不曾想，外婆那天站在窗口用衣襟擦泪是我们最后一次见面。乡间红薯依旧，斯人却已去。
Later, I am in all the time look for, tried a lot of yam congee, always have a regret however, what to always lose, making is this life also is searched do not answer.
后来，我一直在寻觅，尝试了许多的红薯粥，却总是有遗憾，总是丢了什么，许是今生也寻不回。
Yam congee is short of blindly, blindly the love of grandmother. In the mouth sweet soft, the tear falls like rain.
红薯粥缺一味，一味外婆的爱。口中香软，泪如雨下。(文/邵逸杨)