In that quiet and ordinary afternoon, I came to countryside. Be far from blatant city, busy life, fume lukewarm gym shoes to kiss the time of native land fragrance. Door vestibule courtyard, the flowers and plants in the courtyard, as before so ordinary.
在那个静谧平凡的午后，我来到了乡下。远离喧嚣的城市，繁忙的生活，熏温球鞋亲吻故土芬芳的日子。门前庭院，院中花草，依旧那么平凡。
I take room inside, a bowl of white congee greet, do not become aware evoke the memory that has me.
我走到屋内，一碗白粥映入眼帘，不觉勾起我的回忆。
Remember in one's childhood, because I fall ill what also not feel like eating, at this moment, the grandfather carries a bowl of ordinary white congee. Pure and fresh and plain aroma, the instant opened my taste bud. Previously, I do not drink white congee stoutly, always feel too too insipid, but in those days, I fell in love with congee deeply however.
记得小时候，我因为生病什么也吃不下，这时，爷爷端来一碗平凡的白粥。清新质朴的香气，瞬间打开了我的味蕾。以前，我是坚决不喝白粥的，总觉得太过平淡，可那时，我却深深地爱上了粥。
When the grandfather is boiling congee after, always have my figure aside.
以后爷爷在煮粥时，一旁总有我的身影。
Every do not shine every day the grandfather gets up boil congee, he is wearing the some became old dress with common a single person, busy in the kitchen. The grandfather's cuff always is slightly furl, clean out rice, add water, small fire is boiled slow, each flow is very important. Happiness is revealed in Yu Pingfan.
每天天不亮爷爷就起床熬粥，他穿着一身平凡的有些旧了的衣服，在厨房中忙碌着。爷爷的袖口总是微微的卷起，淘米，加水，小火慢熬，每一道流程都很重要。于平凡中彰显美好。
Boil when making white congee, need focuses attention highly, the grandfather always is not urgent not slow, proper adjustment duration, flip through timelily agitate. Most be unable to bear strength first, always be me, ask ceaselessly: Did “ become good? ” every time at this moment the grandfather always is its tell not tire of irritatedly young from time to tome interesting thing, common thing. Tell sometimes tired, let me look to the window outside, see group of birds pass by a sky, see flowers and plants blossom smiling face. Look at a composition to look at me also gradually calm, wait for grain of rice to be extended in rice water come.
熬制白粥的时候，需要高度集中注意力，爷爷总是不急不慢，适当的调整火候，适时的翻动搅拌。最先耐不住性子的，总是我，不停的问：“好了吗？”每当这时爷爷总是不厌其烦的讲年轻时有趣的事、平凡的事。有时讲累了，便让我望向窗外，看群鸟掠过天空，看花草绽放笑颜。看着作文看着我也渐渐平静下来，等米粒在米汤中舒展开来。
Await the clearance of cool congee again, I ask a grandfather: The breed of “ congee is so much, why to love white congee alone? Grandpa ” is laughing to say: “ the congee of completely of any euqally lubricious fragrance, make a copy with white congee and perfect. But the enjoyment that these people all can get, however often by oversight, taste the world only after 100 flavour, the quiet and beautiful that just can taste a white congee and ordinary. ”
再一次等待凉粥的间隙，我问爷爷：“粥的品种那么多，为什么独爱白粥？”爷爷笑着说：“任何一样色香味俱全的粥，都是以白粥做底而锦上添花的。可这些人皆可得的享受，却常常被忽略，只有尝遍人间百味后，才能品出白粥的清幽与平凡。”
I am contemplative a long time, gently the one spoon since dip blends in insipid white congee to extend the mouth in, thick stiff and not sticky, pure and fresh and not fat, the move that wrap hold something under the arm in glibly of excessive of a faint scent, everything all is enjoyed, well.
我沉思良久，轻轻舀起一勺融入平淡的白粥伸入嘴中，浓稠而不黏糊，清新而不油腻，裹挟着一阵清香溢满口中，一切尽享，安好。
I pursue exciting life no longer, enjoy everyday ordinary. See a flower blossom fall cloud cirrus easy, see the ant that an idle front courtyard strolls, read a smile of the stranger that have never met before, ordinary in precipitate oneself mood, blossom in Yu Pingfan piece the most beautiful oneself.
我不再追求刺激的生活，每天享受平凡。看花开花落云卷云舒，看马路上一只闲庭信步的蚂蚁，看素昧平生的陌生人的一个微笑，平凡中沉淀自己的心境，于平凡中绽放出最美的自己。
Feeling runs, I had answered a god to come, looking at the white congee on the desk, myriad of my deep feeling: White congee perhaps is the most ordinary in the breed of all congee, but not be commonplace absolutely. In ordinary in send out faint delicate fragrance, send out warm faintly, affect me to go on the highroad that grow.
思绪运转，我回过神来，望着桌上的白粥，我感慨万千：白粥在所有的粥的品种中也许是最平凡的，但绝不是平庸的。在平凡中散发幽幽的清香，散发幽幽的暖，影响我走在成长的大路上。
Ordinary life, ordinary white congee, ordinary grandfather, I ordinary, mood was accumulated in the endless flow of days, everything is static enjoy well.
平凡的生活，平凡的白粥，平凡的爷爷，平凡的我，在时光的长河中积淀了心境，一切静享安好。(文/殷炜辰)