Memory is just as cicada garment to fall off from the body, but have however a lot of cannot efface! These remember seem dust, in the day since wind they can follow wind flying.
记忆犹如蝉衣从身上脱落，但却有许多无法磨灭！这些记忆好似尘埃，在风起的日子里它们便会随风飘扬。
Rain was falling again, road surface wet, my hurriedly Cong Yuzhong has taken the meaning that stops without a bit, anxious look is searching family. Wind rose, the ceaseless shiver on the body.
雨又在下了，路面又湿了，我匆匆地从雨中走过没有丝毫停下的意思，焦急的目光寻找着家人。风起了，身上不停的哆嗦。
In one's childhood, I most cannot leave a grandma. Country became little the tail gas of Bacchic, car of the city and fuggy, much however cool everything is so harmony. Days gradually, the time of very short time, a few years parting I arrived to go to school the age. Before this I feel occupied beforehand should happen. Just as one would expect parents is determined to want to take me to go the city goes to school. Before be being faced, I look at a grandma silently adept
小时候，我最离不开奶奶。乡下少了城市的喧闹、汽车的尾气和闷热，却多了一丝凉爽一切都是那么地和谐。时光冉冉，眨眼间的工夫，几年逝去我到了上学年龄。在此之前我就预感到有事要发生。果不其然父母执意要带我去城市上学。临走前，我静静地看着奶奶娴熟
The ground picks her food. Aside father appears very impatient stamp says urgently: “ Mom, you quickly ” . The grandma continues to pick food in that however without the reply, want to be the love all check to me in these dish it seems that.
地摘她的菜。一旁的父亲似乎很不耐烦地跺脚催促地说：“妈，你快点”。奶奶没有回复而是在那继续摘菜，似乎想把对我的爱全都寄存在这些菜中。
Final, divide other time or came, parting before me repeatedly exhort the grandma lets her come over to accompany accompany me. The car goes further more, the form of the grandma also becomes smaller and smaller, thick thick black hair is in of gentle breeze sway fall, appear all the more soft. At the moment, without utterance; Without expression; Without tear, wave drably only, I special lose writes a composition!
最终，分别的时候还是到来了，离别前我再三的叮嘱奶奶让她过来陪陪我。车越行越远，奶奶的身影也变得越来越小，浓稠的黑发在微风的吹拂下啊，显得格外的柔软。此刻，没有言语；没有表情；没有眼泪，只有单调的挥手，我非常失落作文！
After this, the communication of I and grandma is the line that passes that one iciness!
在此之后，我与奶奶的交流都是通过那一根冰冷的电话线！
Junior high school, I returned that day to consider the place that night considers eventually. The hair of the grandma is like former softness no longer shock, become few and far between however, grey. The face is cut thin, be good at large already not answer exist, a crutch is propping up her weak and sick!
初中，我终于回到了那个日思夜想的地方。奶奶的头发不再似从前的柔软浓密，而是变得稀疏，花白。脸庞削瘦，健硕已不复存在，一根拐杖支撑着体弱多病的她！
Wind rose again, in blowing a heart dusty long already past. We are invisible, can experience however, it is former days no longer is vernal become cadaverous and frozen however, be just as the hand of the grandma! Wind appears old also, in the day since this wind, I heard the sound …… with aged grandma it seems that
风又起了，吹起了心中尘封已久的往事。我们看不见，却能感受，它不再是往日的和煦而是变得苍白冰冷，犹如奶奶的手！风似乎也老了，在这风起的日子里，我似乎听到了奶奶苍老的声音……(文/强哥)