Hang in that to cultivate the small bell that go up greatly, wind whiff, it rings, make up an euphonic song to wave my ear, let I and him have dance lightly together. Suddenly, a gale has been blown, golden leaf drops come down, break small bell clangorously.
挂在那棵大树上的铃铛，风儿一吹，它就一响，编成一首悦耳的歌飘入我的耳，让我和他一起翩翩起舞。忽然，一阵大风吹过，金黄的树叶掉落下来，把铃铛砸得叮当响。
The grandma stands before boiler again, put the Chinese cabbage bubble that has ripped ahead of schedule adroitly bowl in, put soy, vinegar, salt, the noodles made from bean or sweet potato starch with joined bubble good again explodes greatly fry. The tray of white pottery and porcelain that I carry to contain golden fallen leaves in ambry gives grandma hand in, because I know noodles made from bean or sweet potato starch of this Chinese cabbage is OK,give boiler. The leaf outside the window one fall one piece, the Chinese cabbage noodles made from bean or sweet potato starch in the home eats readily readily, seem how to also to fall, how to also eat insufficient.
奶奶又站在锅前，熟练地将提前撕好的白菜泡放入锅里，把酱油、醋、盐放了个遍，又加入了泡好的粉条大爆炒。我在橱柜里挑一个带有金黄落叶的白色陶瓷盘子递到奶奶手中，因为我知道这白菜粉条可以出锅了。窗外的树叶一片一片落，家里的白菜粉条一口一口吃，好像怎么也落不完，怎么也吃不够。
I am taking that book part already tattered book, went out. On the swing that takes in Bacchic park, turn over khaki page, look at inside old old story. It is blast suddenly, blow fell a few beautiful leaves, drop go up in this book, my both hands is held in the palm among them the yellowest the biggest the brightest leaf is held in both hands in control, just realize the leaf is already fully yellow. The grandma is calling my name beyond, hold a presbyopic glasses in the palm single-handed, skill accost is worn me. I close the book at once, still do not have there's still time to pick next more and beautiful leaves, carrying bag hasty to run to the grandma. Grandma ability to walk is not agile, I am helping her up to go.
我拿着那本书角儿早已破烂的书，出门了。坐在喧闹的公园里的秋千上，翻开土黄色的书页，看着里面老旧的故事。忽然又是一阵风，吹落了几片美丽的树叶，掉在这本书上，我双手托起其中最黄最大最亮的叶子捧在手心，才意识到树叶已经黄透了。奶奶在远处喊着我的名字，一手托起老花镜，一手招呼着我。我连忙把书合上，还都没来得及摘下更多漂亮的树叶，就提着袋子急忙的向奶奶跑去。奶奶腿脚不灵便，我扶着她走。
Small bell rings, what deciduous leaf falls in grandma grey again is self-invited coil. The grandma takes deciduous leaf impatiently, still talking in whispers in the mouth: "Irritated dead, irritated dead, arrive autumnal foliage drop one piece downward, irritated dead. " I all over the face smile: "Grandma, autumnal fallen leaves had better look! You look! The golden and golden Chinese cabbage noodles made from bean or sweet potato starch that is like you to be fried in the morning is same. " I say at the same time, take next dropping that the fallen leaves on is sent in grandma grey head at the same time, put in the grandma at the moment. Grandma that impatient expression also alleviated a lot of, my fallen leaves those a few level off in be being placed in the book looks to the grandma, the grandma laughed eventually.
铃铛一响，落叶又落在了奶奶花白的自来卷上。奶奶不耐烦地把落叶拍下，嘴中还嘀咕着：“烦死了，烦死了，一到秋天树叶就一片一片往下掉，烦死了。”我满脸笑意：“奶奶，秋天的落叶最好看了！你看！金黄金黄的好像您早上炒的白菜粉条一样。”我一边说，一边拿下掉落在奶奶花白头发上的落叶，放在奶奶眼前。奶奶那不耐烦的表情也缓和了好多，我把夹在书中那几片平整的落叶给奶奶看了看，奶奶终于笑了。
Small bell still is singing a song, deciduous leaf still is accompanying small bell dancing. On my table in the kitchen, look at bookmark of that fallen leaves, the grandma is frying me to like eating Chinese cabbage noodles made from bean or sweet potato starch most as before. I put down that golden deciduous leaf bookmark, gave to contain the plate of white pottery and porcelain of golden fallen leaves to the grandma again.
铃铛还是唱着歌，落叶还是伴随着铃铛舞蹈。我在厨房里的餐桌上，看着那片落叶书签，奶奶依旧炒着我最喜欢吃的白菜粉条。我放下了那片金黄的落叶书签，又给奶奶递了一个带有金黄落叶的白色陶瓷盘子。
The autumn, extremely delicate. Although the grandma does not like, but I love the autumn, loving a grandma deeply also.
秋天，美味极了。虽然奶奶不喜欢，但是我爱秋天，也深深爱着奶奶。