The fragrance in memory is a few subtle and good petty thing, how does their may not shake popular feeling, wear as sending out however the flower of faint scent, or it is the beautiful wine with old collect carefully, never withered, experience is long cover is new.
记忆里的芬芳是一些细微而美好的小事，它们未必多么震撼人心，却如同散发着清香的花朵，或是珍藏多年的美酒，永不凋零，历久弥新。
In memory, there always is a meal on maternal body sweet. In one's childhood I always like to pestering a mother, when loving to cook in the mother most, if become magic,the meal with a bowl of delicate bowl is looked at on her edge be born from inside her hand. The mother has filled the gap that meal idle comes down, the brachial turn that I bury the head into her shakes will shake, smell wears that to make the person feels the odour that sets his mind at extremely.
记忆中，母亲身上总是带着饭香。小时候的我总喜欢缠着母亲，最爱在母亲做饭的时候，在她边上看着一碗碗美味的饭菜如变魔术般从她手中诞生。母亲盛好了饭闲下来的空隙，我便把头埋进她的臂弯摇来晃去，嗅着那股使人感到无比安心的气味。
I what await in those days always am not frank have a meal, after many adult criticism, still be to resemble a little clever boy mounting table euqally, grab ladle goes to meal at will push lightly in the mouth, many juice current issued corners of the mouth, I conveniently a, do the face beautifully like the cat. At this moment the mother is laughing can helplessly to see me, take out towel of a piece of paper me buccal the juice that go up obliterates gently, carry hand from time to tome the faint scent of rice attacks to go up in my face.
那时候的我总是不老实吃饭，几经大人批评，仍是像个小猴一样爬上餐桌，抓起勺子就将饭菜随意往嘴里扒拉，不少汁水流下了嘴角，我便随手一抹，把脸弄得花猫似的。这时母亲会无奈地笑着看我，抽出一张纸巾将我颊上的汁水轻柔地擦去，抬手时有米饭的清香扑在我脸上。
Days is hasty, I am gradually grown already, it is no longer in those days that children that adopting maternal arm. I always wear headphone, there are all sorts of musics in brain, outside the talks about refus ear the mother. The mother is missing me to learn overworked, changing everyday law make all sorts of delicious cooked food to me. But I indulge oneself world, pay no attention to to maternal care. Do exercise to read a book in the home sometimes, the meal that time discovers to the mother prepares too is already fully cool; Sneak away all the day sometimes go out, inform a mother to won't come home have a meal. I wipe fragrance then like hour attaching no longer, not be lampblack flavour, have a composition again what? I am thinking so, sent the ground to isolate more it.
时光匆匆，我已渐渐长大，不再是当年那个抱着母亲手臂的小孩子。我总是戴上耳机，脑海中充斥着各种音乐，将母亲的唠叨拒之耳外。母亲记挂着我学习劳累，每天变着法儿给我做各种好吃的菜肴。但我沉溺于自己的世界，对母亲的关心并不在意。有时在家做作业看书，时间一过发现母亲准备的饭菜早已凉透；有时整天溜出门去，告知母亲不会回家吃饭。我不再如小时依恋那抹芬芳，不就是油烟味嘛，又有作文什么呢？我这样想着，愈发地隔绝了它。
Another summer vacation, good the vacation that longs not easily to come, I am happy amid, go to again in ear crowded the music of rich rhythm. Holiday the first day, the mother is unaltered did big meal. On dining table, the mother places the best meat on piscine body persistently in my bowl. Not a little while, in my bowl replete the cruelly oppress that does not have thorn. I feel taste is good only, ate a meal hastily, think a room to take earphone to continue to listen to a piece of music special that did not listen.
又一个暑假，好不容易盼来的假期，我乐在其中，再次往耳朵里塞满了富有节奏的音乐。假期第一天，母亲照旧做了一顿丰盛的饭菜。饭桌上，母亲一个劲地把鱼身上最好的肉都夹到我碗里。不一会儿，我碗里就装满了无刺的鱼肉。我只觉得味道不错，急急忙忙地吃完了饭，就想回房间拿耳机继续听一张没听完的音乐专辑。
However, open a door when me, accidentally when turn one's head looks at dining table, I discover the mother is sitting beside the desk to taking the piscine remaining part that is fish bone completely. There still is the aroma of rice and red carbonado in air, I look at a few silver-colored silk on maternal black hair, abrupt mind quivers.
然而，就当我打开房门，无意间回首望一眼饭桌之时，我发现母亲正坐在桌旁吃着满是鱼刺的鱼尾。空气中仍混合着米饭和红烧鱼的香气，我看着母亲黑发上的几缕银丝，突然间心头一颤。
I ever thought for a time, the rice on body of the meal that dot just can love a mother to prepare, mother is aromatic the care that offers with the mother, grow as the age, they cannot solve the problem that I encounter, also be the thing that I yearn for to get no longer.
我曾一度以为，小孩子才会喜爱母亲准备的饭菜、母亲身上的饭香和母亲给予的关心，随着年龄增长，它们解决不了我遇到的问题，也不再是我渴望得到的东西。
I feel only, that rice odour too few is weak, cannot satisfy an adolescence teenager to explore the heart of fun. But actually, maternal rice is aromatic it is precious forever, it perhaps is inferior to the delicacies of every kind of covet making a person, remain presence forever however in my memory, be the same as the love that the mother gives one case, accompanying me to grow.
我只觉得，那股米饭气味过于寡淡，满足不了一个青春期少年寻求乐趣的心。但其实，母亲的饭香永远是珍贵的，它也许不如令人垂涎的山珍海味，却永远留存在我的记忆里，同母亲给予的爱一起，陪伴着我成长。
This rice is aromatic the fragrance that loves just about, it does not need can sweet wave 10 lis, do not need can as if turn multifarious, it is the mother goes up personally most the odour of guileless, be me most hard that fragrance of dismiss from one's mind.
这饭香正是爱的芬芳，它不需要能香飘十里，不需要能宛转万端，它是母亲身上最朴实的气味，正是我最难以忘怀的那一抹芬芳。(文/张瑞焯)