Here does not have noisy bound, not flourishing, do not have individual bearer to go to, also do not have year of Shui Malong. Have a plenty of mountains and rivers-land beautiful, water raises popular feeling.
这里没有喧界，没有繁华，没有个人来人往，也没有年水马龙。有的是山川秀丽，水养人心。
One by one preface
一一题记
Here, it is my home town.
这里，是我的家乡。
The person says to sigh time brings a great change to the worlds is flourishing and endless, distance boy far away from home still the heart ties native place. The have everything that one expects to find in how city is worn the content with yearning popular feeling. Not be the ground of the boy far away from home's Zhongyi however. Nowadays return to one's native place, also did not enter a town, just put in the pallet an abundant place in Shan Ye 's charge. What palace royalty is not in the home, living however that childhood in the heart, keeping the old person of be very worried about, putting that smoke and fire that separates a bank.
人说叹沧海桑田繁华不尽，远方游子仍心系家乡。奈何城市里应有尽有着人心向往之物。却不是游子的钟意之地。如今回乡，也没有入城，只是归了山野中简陋的鱼米之乡。家中不是什么宫殿皇室，却住着心里的那片童年，留着牵肠挂肚的老人，存着那片隔岸的烟火。
Although grandmother has hardships of a journey or of one's life in appearance, but still floating how much in those days of jasper time delicate. The bury of vicissitudes of life that take care all day and mounts canthus of this old person fine-looking. Had floated those who fizzle out is old according to on, that absolutely beautiful woman, also saw human society finally precipitate at the moment this is concise, nice old person. Although all the year round is sickish,still be determined to give oneself charity silently for offspring however.
外婆虽然面目里有风霜，但仍泛着几许当年碧玉年华的秀气。终日操劳而爬上眼角的沧桑掩埋了这个老人的美貌。已经泛黄的旧照上，那个绝美的女子，最终也看尽红尘沉淀成了眼前这个简洁，和蔼的老人。虽然终年多病却仍执意为后代默默地献出自己的慈悲。
This but the old person of song Ke Song, before resembling 10 years again same, pulling my hand, moved toward Shanyezhong's road together. A few along the road is few and far between other peoples, wayside it is one layer upon layer field. The Tian Li of some other peoples still is being planted Chinese cabbage, caraway cloud. At hand of towards the left jumps look, layer cascade folds weeding the fields is the paddy stalk that after reaping, stays. They are withered and yellow those who recounting bumper harvest hind is bleak.
这个可歌可颂的老人，又像十年前一样，牵着我的手，一起走向了山野中的路。沿路稀疏着几户人家，路旁就是一层层的田野。有些人家的田里还种着大白菜，香菜云云。向左手边跳望，层层叠叠的云田是收割后留下的水稻梗。它们枯黄着诉说着丰收后的萧瑟。
Eye however still fresh and green. The weed of green meaning sees below stalk, not so offend an eye however still fresh and green. Although be winter, but air temperature it may not be a bad idea is like draw near, the ground after try to be the first is dangerous is risked on past ground. Must admit, this countryside is wild medium opportunity of survival does not have minute of season.
眼却仍青翠着。梗下见绿意的野草，不那么惹眼却仍青翠着。虽是冬季，但气温也好似临近，便争先悬后地在往地面上冒。不得不承认，这乡野中的生机无分四季了。
Be in some further, namely some upland.
在远些，就是些丘陵了。
The family also disappears on hammock, hope to be able to 't help associating to the birds and beasts that living among them far. Hill is outside hill, just before the hill after hill disappears some higher. Who can say or state with certainty again, is that never staying in lofty sentiments between green meaning the concealed earth of lofty ideal? Yuan Qiu sets the sky that differ ash, hazy in extensive wears a few minutes light blue.
小丘上也不见人家，远远望去不禁联想到其中住着的飞禽走兽。山外是山，只是前山高些就不见后山了。谁又能断言，那绿意之间不曾住着豪情壮志的隐土呢？远丘嵌差灰空，朦胧之中泛着几分淡淡的蓝。
Astounded, transit of a few spadger spends grey day, zha wore Ji not to see sign, pouring out the joy in free time and trouble. Birdie has flown, be attributed to hush again again, just be like horizontal glassy lake face, appear free and unruffled. Qiu Shangcong is giving birth to all kinds of tree, what hope to mirror in look screen far is a blackish green, meantime compose is worn mist of a cloudlet, still be like the wash that the wording and purpose of what one writes of a person of academic or artistic distinction sheds have diarrhoea and goes out. Chinese ink color is being appeared green, green in placing a branch, have a few branchy trees from time to time, remain a branch only to firmamental prayer, still see however in former days prosperous.
愕然，几只麻雀横越过灰天，叽喳着不见了踪影，倾诉着自由的日子里的快乐与烦恼。小鸟飞过，又重归于寂静，恰若水平如镜的湖面，显得自由而安详。丘上丛生着各样的树，远远望去倒映在眼幕里的是一片墨绿，其间缀着一片片云雾，犹若名家笔下流泻而出的水墨画。墨色透着绿，绿中夹着枝，时不时有几棵枝繁的树，只剩下枝儿向苍天祷告，却仍可见昔日的繁盛。
View and admire between, a few cicada cry hover hill is wild, hear voice and the chest that target-seeking instant can'ted help walking into a poet. Absentminded a few as if search the “ that saw Yu Shina the wording and purpose of what one writes to hang down Jian drink Qing Lou, shed composition noise to give Shu Tong ” .
观赏之间，几声蝉鸣萦绕山野，闻声而寻的刹那不禁走进了诗人的胸膛。恍惚几眼仿佛寻见了虞世南笔下的“垂綏饮清露，流作文响出疏桐”。
Field also establishing telegraph pole, pulling electrical wiring, appear part dignified. The flavour of a few cities was put on in wind, however some forward some backward, slightly tilting, added a few minutes mischievous with lovely. I am not yearning and flourishing, however follow is free.
田间也立着电线杆，拉着电线，显得有几分凝重。风里都添上了几抹城市的味道，却有的向前有的向后，微微的倾斜着，添加了几分顽皮与可爱。我不向往繁华，却追随自由。
The hand of grandmother is very coarse, but very warm also. Resemble pulling me euqally in one's childhood of one pace forward, walked out of childhood, walked into youth, moved toward that Gong Xiangyun in the west.
外婆的手十分粗糙，但也十分温暖。像小时候一样牵着我一步一步的向前，走出了童年，走进了青春，走向了西边的那朵红祥云。
On this the highroad very halcyon, have the dust of ground of 9 cars raise only now and then, what the car fleets and leave subordinate Yu Xiangye again too is halcyon. See 9 all the way on the way when signs of human habitation, cry a few times from time to time the bugle of domestic chicken, achieve a few eye by play antrum. Transmit joyous sound to laugh far language, or be put in a bird 's charge attack wing approach. It is small the echo that talks about a few available also Gu Chuansheng.
这条大路上很宁静，偶尔只有一两辆汽车扬起地面的尘埃，汽车疾驰而过又留下属于乡野的宁静。一路上可见一两家半路时人烟，时不时鸣几声家鸡的号角，奏几声目由的戏腔。远远传来一两声欢声笑语，或是归鸟的扑翅凌凌。就是小聊几句也有空谷传声的回音。
“ goes, we go. ” grandmother slowly when saying the word that takes accent of one's native place, walked into my noiseless heart. My a bit did not agree hesitantly, face the proposal that this amiable old person offers, what reason can tolerate again do I hesitate? Then grandmother and I of another pace go homeward.
“走呗，我们走回去呗。”外婆缓缓时吐着带乡音的字，走进了我寂静的心田。我丝毫没有犹豫的同意了，面对这慈祥的老人提出的建议，又有什么理由可以容忍我犹豫呢？于是外婆与我又一步一步的向家走去。
It is same view, same rice field, same the highroad, although changed a point of view, still be same mood however.
又是同样的风景，同样的稻田，同样的大路，虽然换了个角度，却还是同样的心境。
Wayside fireweed is flourishing also fall, comfortable in cold wind place flash. Knowable should end, whether somebody does write painting for its draw? Well? Is that? Is be like green bristlegrass? Scrutiny advocate there is some of branch that opening ” of floret of thickly dotted “ on lever, but the charm that did not spend however, it is free only, was lonesome wintry grass to put on the pen that nods eyeball silently, but also not make public, it is silent only, very unruffled.
路旁的杂草也繁华落尽，在寒风里自在的一摆一晃。可知当尘埃落定，是否有人执笔为它绘丹青？咦？那是？似是狗尾草？细看主杆上分着些开着密密麻麻“小花”的枝儿，但却没有花的妩媚，只是自由的，静静地为着寂寥的冬草添上了点睛之笔，但也不张扬，它只是静静的，很安详。
“ grandmother, you look, what is that? ” I can't help asking.
“外婆，你看，那是什么？”我不禁问道。
“ where? Oh, that ah, I do not know how that says with mandarin, using home town is ’” of ‘ Ba wool for the word. Grandmother eyes is not quite good, look clear to reply with dialect.
“哪儿啊？哦，那个啊，我不知道那个用普通话怎么说，用家乡话来说就是‘芭毛’”。外婆眼神不太好，看清了便用乡音回答道。
“ hum, fold it to want to be cut with the knife nevertheless, the word that breaks with the hand should be cut carefully in one's hand oh. ” grandmother is reminding in a low voice.
“嗯，不过折它要用刀来割啊，用手折的话要小心割到手哦。”外婆小声地提醒着。
Ba wool sways in wind, recount the information of its this lifetime gently, the charity that uses oneself is caressing newborn life, at the same time alone also, kind.
芭毛在风中摇曳，轻轻地诉说它这一生的见闻，用自己的慈悲呵护着新生的生命，同时也孤独着，和蔼着。
Going, returned door mouth.
走着，便回到了家门口。
“ comes quickly, cough up coming home. “ wife pushed the door, patient ground is called.
“快来，回家咯。“老婆推开了门，耐心地呼唤道。
“ ! Came. ” is answering, I 3 paces and two paces ground catchs up with.
“哦！来了。”答着，我三步并两步地跟上去。
Pull the hand with tepid grandmother, enter a gate partly, my face about, before the day knits a black gauze, looked at the hill before the door finally, the tree before the door, the Ba wool before the door.
牵住外婆温热的手，半入家门，我转身，在天织上一层黑纱之前，最后望了一眼门前的山，门前的树，门前的芭毛。(文/优秀同学)