That bowl of syrup is moist I grow
那碗糖水滋润我成长
A bowl of water, a person, spanned ten years. Resound of a minute of pure sweet for a long time is in my memory, syrup is reticent, moist however I grow.
一碗水，一个人，跨越了十几年。一分单纯的甜蜜久久回荡在我的记忆里，糖水无言，却滋润着我成长。
In one's childhood total cling to of that bowl of syrup sweet. Every morning grandmother can give me on the make tea one bowl of syrup, had this is sweet, daylong mood also is met of sweet taste. Once also ran in the kitchen secretly, the ground of white grain big spoon that touchs a caddy is gone to the add in the bowl that contained water, till syrup saturation, grain sinks bowl bottom ground of be perfectly satisfied puts ability to the side of the mouth. Who knows to just drank, with respect to “ ” ground be spat. How is this syrup drunk so hard? ! Grandmother walked over, see the sugar bowl of the bottom has seen on the table, poured a bowl of water afresh again, sugar bowl replete candy, tell me: “ Chang Chang, you visit grandmother every time make tea syrup ah, put a composition only two small spoon candy, such gift are nice drink. If candy is put much, again sweet bad also to drink. I am drinking ” syrup, nod say: The syrup of “ grandmother make tea is the water that the whole world had better drink. ” because of that bowl of syrup sweet, I learned to work should measurable.
小时候总贪恋那碗糖水的甜。每天早上姥姥都会给我沏上一碗糖水，有了这份甜蜜，一整天的心情也都会甜滋滋的。也曾经偷偷跑到厨房里，摸出小罐的白色颗粒大勺地往盛了水的碗里兑，直到糖水饱和，颗粒都沉到碗底了才心满意足地放到嘴边。谁知刚喝一口，就“哇”地一下吐掉了。这糖水怎么这么难喝？！姥姥走了过来，看见桌子上已经见底的糖罐，又重新倒了一碗水，把糖罐儿装满了糖，告诉我：“畅畅，你看姥姥每次沏糖水啊，都只放作文两小勺儿糖，这样才好喝。要是糖放多了，再甜也不好喝啦。”我喝着糖水，点头说：“姥姥沏的糖水是全世界最好喝的水。”只因那碗糖水的甜，我学会了做事要适度。
Went to school, I by multifarious soda water drew a look. Return the home, I say to grandmother: Classmate of “ our class drinks soda water now. ” grandmother says: It what “ soda water has is good that what “ soda water has those who drink, grandmother goes to syrup of bowl of your make tea, are you to love to drink syrup most? ” drank that bowl of syrup, I am written down dimly ever was me then the sweetest in life delicate. Then, be reluctant to leave those additive to tick off the flavour that add comes out no longer.
上学了，我又被五花八门儿的汽水儿吸引住了目光。回到家，我对姥姥说：“我们班同学现在都喝汽水儿啦。”姥姥说：“汽水有什么好喝的，姥姥给你沏碗糖水去，你不是最爱喝糖水吗？”喝了那碗糖水，我依稀记得那曾是我生命中最甜的美味。于是，便不再留恋那些添加剂勾兑出来的味道。
Again later, on junior high school. , inscribing think hard not to get its to solve eventually however for a maths. Grandmother was carrying a bowl of syrup to go: “ drinks bowl syrup, drink have interest, next redo problem affirmation can be fast. I am holding ” in both hands water bowl, sampling that long-unseen simple Gan Tian, as if what the symbol of those involved and abstruse also changes is melting, warmth rises.
再后来，上初中了。一次，正为一道数学题冥思苦想却终不得其解。姥姥端着一碗糖水走了进来：“喝碗糖水吧，喝完就有劲儿啦，然后再做题肯定能快。”我捧着水碗，品尝着那久违的朴素的甘甜，仿佛那些艰涩的符号也变的甜美，温暖起来。
That bowl of syrup is moist I grow. It is sweet the tip of the tongue that appeared me, my bone blood, my soul. I am willing this one bowl syrup, in the forever life that is fastened in me, even if one day, tent falls the world sinks into, I also wish to believe this one Gan Tian.
那碗糖水滋润我成长。它甜透了我的舌尖，我的骨血，我的灵魂。我愿意把这一碗糖水，永远的系在我的生命里，纵使有一天，天幕坠落世界沉沦，我也愿相信这一份甘甜。(文/王静怡)