Open memorial valve, see that winter again, bai Xue flies violently, I and grandfather burn charcoal before brazier.
打开记忆的阀门，又见那个冬天，白雪纷飞，我和爷爷在火盆前烧炭。
That year, native place snow falls particularly greatly, white snowflake is completely on tile, some even the aperture down tile, fall into house. Before I and grandfather sit in brazier, make a fire warm oneself. At the beginning, I am returned won't, ground of handle of grandfather while you're at it teachs me to make a fire.
那年，老家雪下得特别大，瓦片上满是洁白的雪花，有的甚至顺着瓦片的缝隙，落进屋里。我和爷爷坐在火盆前烧火取暖。一开始，我还不会，爷爷就手把手地教我烧火。
“ is not so those who do, the grandfather will teach you. Grandpa ” is laughing to say.
“不是这么搞的，爷爷来教你。”爷爷笑着说。
See he takes the Mu Zhi with a thick artifice only, the hand points to one rub, rub comes down a few bark. Take lighter again, on day of opening of strike a light, gently a bit, the flame of yellow of a bundle of orange resembles mischievous demon, in the start in wind light dancing. Subsequently, flame resembled melting same, stream drip to go up to wood, on wood much also ” of demon of a “ .
只见他拿起一块手腕粗的木枝，手指一搓，搓下来几块树皮。又拿起打火机，打火孔朝上，轻轻一点，一束橙黄色的火苗像顽皮的精灵，在风中跳起了轻快的舞蹈。随后，火苗像融化了一样，流淌到木头上去，木头上也多了一个“精灵”。
Was “ met? ” his face my Lie grin, hang on hoar hair on the temples full smile.
“会了吗？”他朝我咧了咧嘴，发白的鬓角上挂满了笑意。
But I am moving back and forth when those wood, the hand trembles, in a moment, wood rolled brazier piquantly in, the wood that presses so that that is burning is suffocative. Although flame is struggling desperately, still can sway a few times, destroyed.
可我在摆弄那些木头时，手一抖，霎时，木头调皮地滚进了火盆里，压得那烧着的木头喘不过气。尽管火苗在拼命地挣扎，可还是摇曳了几下，灭了。
Look at the brazier that put out, the flame that sway like a bundle leap up moves my perturbed, the heart thinks: This grandfather can blame me absolutely, want to know he can be very economical full marks / at ordinary times. Lighter that nods before, estimation also is ” of the principal below his “ . For a short while, I am at a loss.
看着扑灭的火盆，我忐忑得像一束摇曳蹿动的火苗，心想：这下爷爷绝对会责备我的，要知道他平时可是十分节俭的满分/。之前点的一下打火机，估计也是他“下血本”。一时间，我不知所措。
What thing does “ produce again? Grandpa ” sees brazier, pretend to be angry ground to say. But there is a kind to be very fond of thickly again in mood.
“又搞出什么事儿了？”爷爷看了看火盆，故作生气地说。但语气中又带着一种浓浓的疼爱。
Grandfather stoop waist, place a block that burns inkily together with forceps, played a note gently, every bits of bit spark waves to another wood. Gradually, the extensive on wood rose slightly orange burnish, but disappear namely burn rise. His frown, go the kitchen took powder of a wood, scatter in brazier gently, as the snowflake outside the window, flutter gently in sky.
爷爷弯下腰，用钳子夹出一块烧得漆黑的木块，轻轻吹了口气，点点火星飘向另一块木头。渐渐，木头上泛起了微微的橙色光泽，但就是不见烧起来。他皱了皱眉，去厨房拿了一把木粉，轻轻撒在火盆里，如同窗外的雪花，在空中轻轻飞舞。
In the evening, I and grandfather go out to put firework, the firework of each color flies to the middle of sky, enlightened whole night, also enlightened the grandfather's smiling face. I look at multicoloured firework, be immersed in an illusion in. The grandfather looks at me amiably: “ grandchildren, like not, I am put to you again next time. ”
晚上，我和爷爷出去放烟花，一个个彩色的烟花飞向空中，照亮了整个夜晚，也照亮了爷爷的笑脸。我看着五彩烟花，陷入幻想之中。爷爷慈祥地看着我：“孙子，喜欢不，我下次再给你放。”
Regrettablly, this paragraph of good and warm days, also answer again did not go. Native place already also removed in block of flats, also bearing the weight of without those again the article that my childhood remembers.
只可惜，这段美好而温暖的时光，再也回不去了。老家也已搬迁到了公寓楼中，再也没有那些承载着我童年记忆的物品了。
Nevertheless, when I remember the setting of childhood again, total meeting float reveals the grandfather's amiable smiling face in the heart, it is sweet completely. Those return the time that does not go, flowery be like firework, glaring the night sky …… in memory
不过，当我再次想起童年的场景时，心中总会浮现出爷爷慈祥的笑脸，满是温馨。那些回不去的时光，绚丽如烟花，闪耀在记忆的夜空……(文/薛嘉诚)