That winter night, then the bowl heats up a face, that Shu Nuanguang, that back. Be like a piece, spell a graph brokenly pieces to scatter in the memory like the dream. Wait for turn one's head, in the dream when pace steps a former times, memory is picked up have that warmth, with love appreciate that the real situation, consider old times happiness.
那个冬夜，那碗热面，那束暖光，那个背影。如一张张，一片片破碎的拼图散落在梦般的记忆中。待回首，踱步踏回昔时梦中，回忆拾起那片温暖，与爱体味那片真情，顾旧时美好。
Two years are lain between when, cold wind is biting that evening, gradually my mind on float. That night, when coming home, classes are over already was the dusk 8 when, month of half rounds of clear and bright basket infatuate like aerosol, accompanying have cloud and mist not merely, have the cold wind of blow gently more. They are gotten mischievously in disorder, my body quivers in a position, freeze so that be without consciousness almost, one pace does not have hardship of one pace ground to walking, as if every step one pace, it is a firm feat in life.
时隔两年，寒风刺骨的那晚，渐渐浮上我的心头。那个夜晚，放学回家时已是傍晚八时，半轮皎月笼着迷似的烟雾，伴着的不只有云雾，更是有习习的寒风。它们顽皮地乱钻，我的身体在一阵阵地发抖，几乎冻得毫无知觉，有一步没一步地艰难行走着，仿佛每迈出一步，就是人生中的一个坚强壮举。
That range that expecting village entrance only right now spread out, in the heart secretly disappointing, presumably so cold weather, they came home early also! Arriving is to did not have hot side to eat tonight, sigh again and again in the heart, can't help going slower a few minutes. Walk along crossing here, look at fro, unexpectedly still a bundle of dark Guang Zailiang is worn, intermittence. Although light is small, but it is just as a hope in my heart. Quicken a pace then, move toward a ray at full speed, 200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters of …… are close, close! Be that booth, still be opposite then 2 people of young husband and wife are defending vendor's stand, familiar still flavour waves my atrium, make the person feels filar silk warm desire.
此时只盼着小区门口的那个面摊了，心中暗暗泄气，想来这么冷的天，他们也早回家了吧！到是今晚没有热面吃了，心中连连叹气，不由得走得更慢了几分。走到路口的这边，望向那边，竟还有一束暗光在亮着，时断时续。光虽小，但它在我的心中犹如一丝希望。于是加快脚步，飞速走向光芒，二百米，一百米，五十米……近了，近了！正是那面摊，还是那对年轻的夫妻二人守着摊，还是熟悉的味道飘入我的心房，使人感到丝丝暖意。
It is that kind smile, still be that ringing sound: “ child, still be composition of a dish of chow mien, do not put hot oil? Beck of ” my smile. After 78 minutes, a dish of delicate face is put in me before, ground of my too impatient to wait takes a chopstick to taste voraciously. Is “ delicious? They look at ”“ hum ” my contented expression, chuckle ground laughed. Wait for me to eat, they also began preparation receiving booth to come home, I pay to ask they are so cold at the same time at the same time wait to be able to make much money so late more, be worth not. Male booth advocate laughing simple and honestly: “ child, waited for you to was brought up to understand, because,a lot of things on this world are not merely money ……” female booth advocate had received a sentence: “ goes back to always feel early this who comes back to be done not have so that the meal has, who searchs not to see our …… was used to ……” then booth had closed between conversation, they and I leave go-cart leaves, my watch sb go away is worn they leave, for a long time is hoping that is far the market opening turning that go, those two go gradually gradually the atrium that far form imprints in me, heart for a long time cannot calm. This booth advocate as if to be only one person waits in cold wind, they are not absolutely for 7 money, this overwork white-collar that cold night puts in the home 's charge, make up a missed lesson the student eats also be a bowl of face not just.
又是那个和蔼的笑容，还是那个清脆的声音：“孩子，还是一盘炒面作文，不放辣油？”我微笑点头示意。七八分钟后，一盘美味的面摆放在我的面前，我迫不及待地抄起筷子狼吞虎咽地吃起来。“好吃吗？”“嗯”他们看着我满足的神情，咯咯地笑了。待我吃完，他们也开始收摊准备回家了，我一边付钱一边问他们这么冷等这么晚能多挣多钱，值得不。男摊主憨厚地笑着：“小朋友，等你长大了就明白了，这个世上的很多事不只是因为钱……”女摊主接过话：“回去早了总觉得这谁回来没得饭吃，那谁找不见我们……习惯了……”说话间已经收完了摊，他们和我告别推车离去，我目送着他们离开，许久望着那远去的街口转弯处，那两个渐行渐远的身影印在了我的心房，心久久不能平静。这面摊主仿佛只为在寒风中等一人，他们绝不是只为了七块钱，这寒夜归家的加班白领、补课学子吃到的也不仅仅是一碗面了。
Night, still have in that way evening, also do not take in that way side again however. Although face booth already was not had, but popular feeling still is in, the aftertaste still is in, this piece, hide pieces in atrium as before, recall together guard that warmth, tong Aizhen puts that happiness, on journey of the following life, no matter cold wind is again biting, want to have that bowl of side only, that sells the person of the face, the whole body ases if of warm happy and harmonious.
夜，还有那样的夜，却再也吃不到那样的面了。虽面摊已无，但人心仍在，回味仍在，这一张张，一片片依旧藏在心房，同忆守护那片温情，同爱珍放那片美好，在以后的人生路上，不管寒风再刺骨，只要想起那碗面，那卖面的人，周身仿佛就暖融融的。(文/贺梓坤)