The moon is hanged in half sky, late at night. Go in the lane that come home alone, antrum of a few play does not know to ring from where, the form of that old immediately float is in I at the moment. My dear grandfather! I always stop not the dwelling place is recollected...
月亮悬在半空，夜深了。独自一人走在回家的小巷，几声戏腔不知从何处响起，那年迈的身影立刻浮在我眼前。我亲爱的爷爷啊！我总是止不住地回忆……
Father says, in those days when they go to school, the grandfather often waits for he and uncle to come home in door mouth. "At that time, the home is in hill here, the school is in hill there. We are excellent, that moon is in the top of head. Your father writes a composition father is standing in the doorway all the time, look at the crossing of alley, wait ah etc. I turn each days into crossing, see one grows lasting black vague impression first forever, back-to-back move is a lofty person stands over. Back-to-back move is a lofty person stands over..
爸爸说，当年他们上学时，爷爷经常在家门口等他和伯伯回家。“当时，家在山这边，学校在山那边。我们到家，那月亮就在头顶。你爷爷就一直在门口站着，望小路的路口，等啊等。我每一天转进路口，永远先看到一个长长的黑影，紧接着便是一个高大的人站在那里。”
I in one's childhood, the school leaves home very close, classes are over everyday, in school gate mouth, can see a form goes always also, with thick old hand is pulling me, homeward direction goes. "You see the grandfather, the big tiger that I draw, but handsome. " " grandfather grandfather, I should eat ice-cream. " await in those days classes are over on the road, I am dragging a grandfather, always have the word that does not say.
我小时候，学校离家很近，每天放学，在学校大门口，也总能看到一个身影走来，用一只厚实的大手拉着我，向家的方向走去。“爷爷你看，我画的大老虎，可帅气了。”“爷爷爷爷，我要吃冰淇淋。”那时候的放学路上，我拽着爷爷，总是有说不完的话。
I when as if indefatigable, always play very late ability to sleep in the evening. I still remember, the grandfather sits on the deck chair before the door, taking cattail leaf fan gently fan, there is a radio to hear Shaanxi opera in the bosom, moon come down in torrents is on his body, I am crazy look at dully in window edge, the grandfather seems to sending light.
儿时的我仿佛不知疲倦，晚上总是玩到很晚才睡。我仍记得，爷爷坐在门前的躺椅上，拿着蒲扇轻轻地扇，怀里揣着一个收音机听秦腔，月光倾泻在他的身上，我痴痴地在窗边看着，爷爷好像发着光。
I ignorant ever said malcontently to the grandfather: "What do you listen to one day, very noisy, very offensive. " he is not angry also, laugh ah breathe out the ground to hold me in the arms rise, looking at a moon to say: "You a smelly boy, the age of these things, than you mostly. " I am looking at him, refuse to obey the ground sticks up a mouth: "Are those things bigger than your age? I am not believed. I am not believed..
无知的我曾不满地对爷爷说：“您一天听什么呢，好吵，好难听。”他也不生气，笑呵呵地把我抱起来，望着月亮说：“你个臭小子，这些东西的年龄，比你大多了。”我望着他，不服地撅起嘴：“那些东西比您年龄还大吗？我不信。”
He bursts out laughing, I am connecting his body to shake together. In impression, he ases if laughed for a long time, looking at my eye next: "Boy, what do you know, those things, it is good that than your grandfather I want to often go up severalfold. " then, be like the mutter to oneself like the solilo-quize to wear: "The elite that ancestor leaves, I can be compared how... " his eye is Brown, as if like the ocean that does not have limit abstruse.
他哈哈大笑起来，我连着他的身体一起震动。印象中，他仿佛笑了很长时间，然后望着我的眼睛：“小子，你懂什么，那些东西，比你爷爷我要老上好几倍呢。”接着，好像自言自语般嘟囔着：“老祖宗留下的精华，我怎能相比呢……”他的眼睛是褐色的，仿佛没有边际的海洋般深邃。
That one evening, I sit in his bosom, sitting silently. Moon is mirrorred go up, an old person that takes on deck chair and a child of sleep deeply forever figure is chief.
那一晚，我坐在他的怀里，静静地坐着。月光映在地上，一个坐在躺椅上的老人和一个沉睡的小孩永远身影长长。
When 6 grade, I rectify day to rush about for school work, gradually, a kind form disappears in the head, till a day...
六年级时，我整日为学业奔波，渐渐地，一个亲切的身影消失在脑中，直到一天……
"Cerebral embolism? ! " on the sickbed that his a respectful form of address for an old person lies in the hospital.
“脑栓塞？！”他老人家躺在了医院的病床上。
When seeing a grandfather again, I was astonished. In memory, he is very hale, showing the vigor of life everywhere; Nowadays, he is general like a withered tree thin work, whole person seems not to rise continuously. This is discovery of my first time, the grandfather is an old person. He is old.
再次见到爷爷时，我震惊了。记忆中，他很健壮，处处都显现着生命的活力；如今，他像一棵枯树一般瘦干，整个人好像直不起来。这是我第一次发现，爷爷是个老人。他老了。
In memory, recently with grandfather go on a journey, it is to take him to go the street restoring ancient ways of theater of a Shaanxi opera and that times that he yearns for. He resembles a child gladly, keep telling the character clue in play and his China in those days to me. I bought me to him in one's childhood snacks, he eats to saying lispingly at the same time at the same time young the story when. Silently, the glide on his cheek two clear tears.
记忆中，最近一次与爷爷出游，是带他去一个秦腔戏院和他怀念的那个时代的复古街。他高兴地像个孩子，不停地给我讲戏中的人物情节和他那时的中国。我给他买了我小时候的零食，他一边吃一边口齿不清地说着幼时的故事。默默地，他脸颊上滑过两滴清泪。
The grandfather goes before half an year. That day, I am silent in the room heard Shaanxi opera one day.
爷爷是在半年前去的。那天，我在房中静静听了一天秦腔。
Pure Brightness arrived, I burned a candle, putting Shaanxi opera in a low voice by. Below moon, I see he sits on deck chair, laugh ah breathe out the ground to look at me.
清明到了，我点了一根蜡，在旁边小声放着秦腔。月光下，我看见他坐在躺椅上，笑呵呵地看着我。
My dear grandfather! You did not leave, you are in my heart, forever, forever.
我亲爱的爷爷呀！你没离开，你在我心里，永远，永远。