Time flew, memory is wiped did not drop.
时间飞了，记忆抹不掉了。
The flashy instant in those time, with the person of that tender happiness, it is forever in my heart, became my forever collect carefully.
那些时间里的闪光瞬间，和那个温柔美好的人，永远在我心里，成了我永远的珍藏。
There is tree of two sweet-scented osmanthuses before our door, what sweet-scented osmanthus blooms is seasonal, sweet smell was full of in air, leave among them relatively fill that, ever the madam skill next door helps advance somebody's career.
我们家门前有两棵桂花树，桂花盛开的季节，空气中充满了香甜的味道，其中开的较盛的那棵，曾是隔壁的太太一手栽培的。
Planted in the madam's courtyard a lot of fruits are vegetable, arrived the season of fructification again and again, a fresh picture in the courtyard. See fructification is hanged full branch, I know, it is the autumn came. Should say me most love, still belong to it like —— balsam pear outside, an one gules pulp with small bead is after be being broken. Every time when the madam picks the next to give me, the sort of joy always can be maintained for ages for ages. Looking at me what be all smiles, the madam also is met stoop is worn back, looking at me fatherlily to laugh. The day in those days is very close very blue, as if stretch his hand to be able to capture the cloud.
太太的院子中种了很多水果蔬菜，到了果实累累的季节，院子里一片鲜活的景象。看到果实挂满了枝头，我就知道，是秋天来了。要说我最喜爱的，还属于它——苦瓜似的外表，掰开后是一粒一粒小的红色果肉。每当太太摘下一个给我时，那种快乐总能维持好久好久。望着笑容满面的我，太太也会佝偻着背，慈爱的望着我笑笑。那时的天很近很蓝，仿佛伸手就能抓住云。
Every arrive free hour, I love always also to run toward madam home. After beating the door, always should wait in the doorway superior a little while, when she walking is faltering opens the door every time, give mine is eyeful to bestow favor on be addicted to. There is a string of wind-bell before not quite capacious door, when wind comes, ringing. Sunshine is aspersed warmly from the window come in, the wooden furniture with long already time sends out the job of odour full hereat that give and days.
每到空闲时刻，我也总爱往太太家跑。敲完门后，总要在门口等上好一会儿，步履蹒跚的她每次开门时，给我的都是满眼的宠溺。不大宽敞的门前挂着一串风铃，风来时，清清脆脆。阳光从窗口温暖的洒进来，年代已久的木制家具散发出的气味满是故事与时光。
She always can hold me in the arms to the chair that her cane makes, my foot does not touch the ground, hang over shake from side to side, the chair also follows Zhi ah Zhi ah noisy. The madam can take her that greatly cattail leaf fan gives me full marks / fan wind, completely tells the fun that I can produce nursery school to listen to her completely, the madam understands mandarin not, I wear mandarin mix into Shanghai word is told at the same place. Connect myself to finally water of a mist, more never mention it madam. But she or meeting laugh be filled with be filled with looking at me, as if understood like.
她总会把我抱到她的藤条做的椅子上，我的脚碰不到地，便悬在那里晃悠，椅子便也跟着吱呀吱呀响。太太会拿着她那把大大的蒲扇给我满分/扇风，我会把幼儿园发生的趣事一股脑儿全讲给她听，太太听不懂普通话，我就把普通话掺着上海话一块儿讲。到最后连我自己都一头雾水，更别说太太了。可她还是会笑盈盈的望着我，仿佛听懂了似的。
Spending the way with best autumn is sit below sweet-scented osmanthus tree with the madam, the flavour beautification of sweet-scented osmanthus cold autumn the wind of chilly, wind is coiling the flower is sweet, also appear not so aggressive. I shake shake truncal, maize star was stained with on our head. We sit below sweet-scented osmanthus tree, enjoy the autumn to the top of one's bent. What the years that is together with the madam passes always is very slow, always one kind can hide into the feeling that infinite continous grows such years all the time.
度过秋天最好的方式便是和太太坐在桂花树下，桂花的味道美化了寒秋料峭的风，风卷着花香，也显得不那么咄咄逼人了。我晃晃树干，我们的头上便都沾满了黄色的星星。我们坐在桂花树下，尽情地享受秋天。和太太在一起的时光过的总是很慢，总有一种能一直躲进这样的岁月无限绵长的感觉里。
The wife went later home of respect for the aged, idle engraves me to also can sit below sweet-scented osmanthus tree alone only in one's leisure time, oneself follow him amuse oneself.
后来太太去了敬老院，闲暇时刻我也只能独自坐在桂花树下，自己跟自己玩耍了。
Music of desolate mourn over a person's death brought the madam's news of sb's death, the person that there is black cloth on the arm outside visitting house talks cheerfully and humourously as before. Resemble however in my heart replete a bowl of water, dare not move, be afraid that overflow gives one ground sadness. That quarter time is like by box up, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus was done not have, indistinct be like bug cries, do not belong to summer, do not belong to autumn.
凄凉的追悼曲把太太的死讯带来了，望着屋外手臂上别着黑色布的人依旧谈笑风生。我的心中却像装满了一碗水，不敢动，怕漾出一地悲伤。那刻时间好像被困住了，桂花的香气没有了，隐隐约约似有虫鸣，不属于夏，不属于秋。
Moon is shallow, cloud and mist is dense, big big Bai Yun waves by my eye ground. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window leaves very well as before, be inferior to already however some time ago that kind is flourish, fraction does not grant I am again fine fine the opportunity that appreciates one time. Those good memory, them well collect carefully is in the heart.
月光浅浅，云烟氤氲，大片大片的白云由我眼底飘走。窗外的桂花树依旧开得很好，却早已不如前些日子那般茂盛，分毫不予我再细细领略一番的机会。那些美好的记忆，就把它们好好珍藏在心里吧。(文/盛沈颖)