The setting sun sent late autumn last bright red, in memory the corner is overhand and trifling nostalgic, wave all the time the small courtyard of birthplace...
残阳送走了晚秋最后一丝绯红，在记忆一隅投下些许乡愁，一直飘进故乡的小院……
Late autumn, I returned the small courtyard in this memory again.
晚秋，我再次回到了这个记忆中的小院。
Merciless years is pulled tying fleeting time, mottledded blue bricks black covers with tiles, left incomplete wall to break a wall. I am light touching a wistaria shallowly to fall already shabby faded swing, choke with sobs a few minutes, it is the childhood that it is accompanying me. Gentle breeze kiss is worn the wind-bell with erst rust full of stains or spots mark, dawning filar detailed the setting sun is mirrorring the cloud with lazy languid, broaden horizon.
无情的岁月牵绊着流年，斑驳了青砖黛瓦，留下了残垣断壁。我轻浅地抚摸着紫藤下早已破旧褪色的秋千，几分哽咽，是它伴着我的童年。微风轻拂着往昔锈迹斑斑的风铃，破晓的丝缕残阳映着慵懒的云，在天边绽开。
In memory, on the flag alley of that birthplace, little not, it is I and A mother-in-law as before one tall one low back.
记忆里，在那故乡的石板小路上，少不了的，依旧是我与阿婆一高一低的背影。
Remember the dusk of that late autumn dimly, dusk glow ooze became red the canopy of distance, the bird is without regular ground clamour when this autumn wind is bleak. Autumn wind mounts the tip of a tree stealthily gently, be worn to wave by the foliaceous companion of withered a blackish red that fly spreads. The grandmother of old bestrews horny hand to holding my little hand with her, below the wistaria tree that stands inside the courtyard, sing gently in a low voice: "That is me in one's childhood, often sit in father shoulder head, father is Na Dengtian's ladder, father is the ox that pulls a cart then, cannot forget homely fare raises me big, cannot forget deep sigh half crock wine... " I am hearing this paragraph of tune attentively, remain the same however sciolistic. "A mother-in-law, what are you singing? " the head that A mother-in-law is laughing at to feel me gently, pretend very mysterious model says stealthily in me: "Tell you secretly, I sing ah, be birthplace is nostalgic. Be birthplace is nostalgic..
依稀记得那个晚秋的黄昏，暮霞沁红了远方的苍穹，鸟毫无规律地叫嚣这秋风萧瑟之时。秋风轻轻悄悄地爬上树梢，被凋零的叶伴着飘飞的一片殷红蔓延。年迈的外婆用她布满老茧的手攥着我的小手，站在院内的紫藤树下，低声轻唱道：“那是我小时候，常坐在父亲肩头，父亲是儿那登天的梯，父亲是那拉车的牛，忘不了粗茶淡饭将我养大，忘不了一声长叹半壶老酒……”我用心听着这段旋律，却仍旧一知半解。“阿婆，您在唱什么啊？”阿婆轻轻笑着摸了摸我的头，装作很神秘的样子在我悄悄地说：“偷偷告诉你啊，我唱的啊，就是故乡的乡愁。”
"Nostalgic what be? " between instantly, wistaria small dance with sth in one's hands, deep nostalgic.
“乡愁是什么呢？”顷刻间，紫藤轻舞，深了乡愁。
"Nostalgic, it is a person leaves home too long, consider the home, answer however did not go. " below Yu Hui shine upon, a mother-in-law she the eye extensive start of that gully freely nods tenderness, be like crazy be like drunk.
“乡愁啊，就是一个人离家太久，想家了，却回不去了。”余晖映照下，阿婆她那沟壑纵横的眼睛泛起点点温柔，如痴如醉。
Time of two years flits hurriedly so, I left small courtyard, sit on board, do not see your valedictory figure tardy however.
两年的时间就这样匆匆掠过，我离开了小院，坐在车上，却迟迟不见您告别的身影。
In the day after day in the city, I think I won't am again originally when A mother-in-law have not and I leave and sentimental.
在城市里的日复一日，我本以为自己不会再为儿时阿婆未曾与我告别而伤感。
Until one day, the mother is taking asp note in a low voice say: "Your A old woman is ill, estimate... estimation is fast washed-up, you can see her, I am afraid of go late... "
直到有一天，母亲带着颤抖的口吻小声说道：“你阿婆病了，估计……估计快不行了，你能去一会看看她吗，我怕去晚了……”
"What! " my heart is cool cool, broke one ground.
“什么！”我的心凉凉的，碎了一地。
I sit on board, set foot on road of the way home. The tree outside looking at a window flows backwards, once A mother-in-law and my past also emerges subsequently it is before. A mother-in-law, longing also is nostalgic?
我坐在车上，踏上回家的路途。看着窗外的树木倒流，曾经阿婆与我的往事也随之浮现在眼前。阿婆，思念也算是乡愁吗？
I leave these prediction of a person's luck in a given year of small courtyard, a lot of old buildings in the village be dead, photograph comparing, the small courtyard of A mother-in-law is in wind tottering, if the few and far between tooth of the old person is general, defeat pitifully.
我离开小院的这些流年，村庄里的许多老房子都不在了，相比而言，阿婆的小院在风中颤颤巍巍，如老人的稀疏牙齿一般，破得可怜。
In the house that walks into small courtyard, a mother-in-law is inclined lie again on kang, that remembers li of warm bake or dry by the heat of a fire.
走进小院的屋子里，阿婆斜躺再炕上，那个记忆里温暖的炕。
I sit to the side of kang, a mother-in-law knows is I came, she reachs that familiar hand that bestrews a callosity hardly from the quilt, hold my hand closely, I leave for fear that again again this village, leave this small courtyard, leave oneself.
我坐到炕边，阿婆知道是我来了，她艰难地从被子里伸出那熟悉的布满老茧的手，紧紧攥住我的手，生怕我又再次离开这个村庄，离开这座小院，离开自己。
The voice of A mother-in-law is so hoarse, so hoarse that make me mind one acid: "Bifurcation ah... cough, a mother-in-law, a mother-in-law thinks you. You... in big city live well? A mother-in-law ah... this had not said to I am sorry all one's life... only alone, be opposite alone only you... A mother-in-law thinks and you say to I am sorry... you are waited for a few this years with A mother-in-law in this place... have a rough time. Bifurcation, you, can you excuse A mother-in-law? " she that tender eye, cloudy post kept last tear.
阿婆的声音如此沙哑，沙哑得令我心头一酸：“丫啊……咳咳，阿婆，阿婆想你了。你……在大城市过得好吗？阿婆啊……这一辈子都没说过对不起……唯独，唯独对你……阿婆想和你说对不起……你这几年和阿婆待在这地方……受苦啦。丫啊，你，你能原谅阿婆吗？”她那温柔的眼睛，浑浊地岗位留下了最后一滴泪水。
I can't help lachrymal shedding is more than.
我不禁泪流不止。
"A mother-in-law, be in a few years this of small courtyard, I am very happy, you need not say to I am sorry, wake quickly will see me! " unmanned however answer.
“阿婆，在小院的这几年，我很快乐，您不用说对不起，快醒来看看我啊！”却无人回答。
A mother-in-law, I also am to your love nostalgic?
阿婆，我对您的爱也算是乡愁吗？
when happy small courtyard changes already appearance, the wall was brushed ghastly, buried my tear it seems that, the bruise of my heart, in my memory nostalgic.
儿时欢乐的小院早已变样，墙被刷成了惨白，似乎埋没了我的泪，我内心的伤痕，我记忆里的乡愁。