What thing, happen longer, instead times feeling is friendly; What person, with the passing of time year deep parting, instead more become aware close. —— preface
什么事，发生越久，反而倍感亲切；什么人，日久年深的离别，反而更觉亲近。——题记
The day of the move supports on awn of wheat, it is the years that cuts wheat; And person, it is the trace of years. In one's childhood, in the bumper harvest in June, the grandfather always is wearing sunshade hat, getting me to enter cornfield next. Aureate wheat ripples in wind, have dance lightly, big big aureate, make a person dazzling, the grandfather stands on ridge of field, let me sit on ridge of field to be not moved in disorder, laugh to me, next oneself walk along Tian Li, began him work.
麦芒上顶着的日子，是割麦的岁月；而人，是岁月的痕迹。小时候，在丰收的六月里，爷爷总是戴着遮阳帽，然后领着我进入麦田。金色的麦子在风中荡漾、翩翩起舞，大片大片的金色，使人眼花缭乱，爷爷站在田埂上，让我坐在田埂上别乱动，冲我笑了笑，然后便自己走到田里，开始了他的劳作。
The grandfather is the backbone in the home, dark skin, hale body, I believe firmly a grandfather this all one's life won't anile, resemble the hundred years large tree of the doorway, although some older, but what have drive then is truncal propping up however whole large tree, but the grandfather says: “ can go so that spend time without the person, carry so that cross years, going the person is old, years can leave a mark on the person's face, often shake to the tooth, look slack, often arrive did not have a dream, often gather a stone to stoop waist the metropolis is breathless, final meeting is taken away by years, won't come back forever ”
爷爷是家里的主心骨，黝黑的皮肤，硬朗的身体，我确信爷爷这辈子都不会衰老，就像门口的百年大树，虽然老了些，但那有干劲的树干却支撑着整个大树，可爷爷说：“没有人能走得过时间，扛得过岁月，走着走着人就老了，岁月会在人的脸上留下痕迹，老到牙齿动摇，目光呆滞，老到没有了梦，老到弯下腰捡一块石头都会气喘吁吁，最终会被岁月带走，永远都不会回来了”
Later, I was brought up, very few farewell goes visitting a grandfather, the time that is together with the grandfather is less and less. And the grandfather's beard becomes shining white, walk along a road to quiver, the hoe of ”—— of “ good comrade-in-arms that fights side-by-side with him in former days also appears heavy all the more on his hand. Hey, the grandfather is old really.
后来，我长大了，很少再回去看望爷爷，和爷爷在一起的时间越来越少。而爷爷的胡须变成白花花的，走起路来一颤一颤的，昔日和他并肩作战的“好战友”——锄头在他手上也显得格外沉重。哎，爷爷真的老了。
It is a year in June, grandfather skill is taking smoke, pulling me to move toward cornfield single-handed, his gently clutch one tassel ear, knead broken, blow ear skin gently, choose a wheat to be put in the mouth, fine to nibble, savour in the mouth slowly, I am pulling the grandfather's hand to run all the way down ridge of field, open double arm, like putting the young bird that fly apace runs, I touch the Mai Mang that comes up against that maturity, resemble the beard of grandfather of one's early years, person of difficult to handle, press or rub against.
又是一年的六月，爷爷一手拿着烟，一手牵着我走向麦田，他轻轻地掐一穗麦穗，揉碎，轻轻地吹去麦穗皮，拣一粒麦子放在嘴里，细细嚼，慢慢在嘴里品味，我拉着爷爷的手顺着田埂一路跑，张开双臂，像放飞的小鸟一样快速地奔跑，我触碰到那成熟的麦芒，像早年爷爷的胡须，扎手、硌人。
I and grandfather do not see a face one year nowadays, but the close affection between us and love never go far. Every time I see Mai Mang can think of a grandfather to love to mine, the distance that ased if to had broken a thousand li comes to the side of my, I believe, no matter where we are won't diffuse, because love,never go far.
如今我和爷爷一年见不到几次面，但是我们之间的亲情和爱从未走远。每当我看到麦芒就会想到爷爷对我的爱，仿佛已经打破了千里的距离来到我的身边，我相信，我们无论在哪里都不会散开，因为爱从未走远。(文/吕钰煜)