See that careless knot of desk horn every time, I always can remember Wang Shu.
每当看见桌角的那个草绳结，我总会想起王叔。
A year of winter vacation, I am in native place and home people rambles together market. Of street edge fastfood the interest that did not arouse me, a dumpy middleaged man caused far however my curiosity. Walk into look, it is the craftsman of a rope that make up a flower. Silver hair is bestrewed on his head, canthus grain is very heavy, like a pair of plump hand bark wrinkled, point to short and thick. Do not see this pair of hands not how, the craft that he invents beautiful rope is very excellent however. Have at the same time with children say to have laugh, the hand shows neatly fluctuation is waved, an elegant beautiful rope between instantly has been made up.
一年寒假，我在老家和家人们一起逛集市。街边的小吃没激起我的兴趣，远处一位矮胖的中年男子却引起了我的好奇。走进一看，是一位编花绳的手艺人。他头上布满银发，眼角纹很重，一双胖乎乎的手树皮似的皱巴巴，指短而粗。别看这双手不咋的，他编花绳的手艺却高超得很。和孩子们一边有说有笑，手指灵活地上下舞动，顷刻间一个精美的花绳就编好了。
I also stand in the crowd that queues up to buy insensibly. I ask about him what to call, who also cannot say comes, everybody knows to call his Wang Shu only. Be turn for me eventually, see he winds string into a circle only, forefinger is extended go in to be ticked off, among the cord that thumb crosses cross, another breaks up to pull …… to look I am agape —— is so thick the both hands of clumsy, work unexpectedly clinking address? ! I ask uncontrollably: “ Wang Shu, how are you made up so well? ”
我不知不觉也站到了排队购买的人群中。我打听他叫什么，谁也说不上来，大家只知道喊他王叔。终于轮到我了，只见他将绳子绕成一个圆圈，食指伸进去一勾，大拇指穿过交叉的绳子中间，再一翻一拉……看得我目瞪口呆——如此粗拙的双手，忙活起来竟无比的灵巧？！我情不自禁问：“王叔，您怎么编得这么好啊？”
He looks up at keep a lookout I, low the head laughed: “ is breathed out! Of self-study. I had not read what book in one's childhood, must make money again raise the home, taught oneself this craft. You agree to want the beautiful string that I compile, I am very happy! When ” his conversation, labial deep shrivelled go in, eye narrow one's eyes is seamed into. See him laugh so self-sufficiently to mix plain, I also suffer like infection laughed. This is how the Wang Shu with a craft is masterly and optimistic disposition ah!
他抬头望了望我，低下头笑了起来：“哈！自学的呗。我小时候没读过什么书，又得赚钱养家，就自学了这手艺。你们肯要我编的花绳，我很开心啊！”他说话时，嘴唇深瘪了进去，眼睛眯成一条缝。看他笑得那么自足和质朴，我也受感染似的笑了。这是怎样一位技艺精湛而性格开朗的王叔啊！
Horizon the Yu Hui that remains setting sun only, small grass shakes slightly in coolish late wind. The —” of creak of “ creak — that a shabby tricycle transmits again before the door is pushed open the door to look, full marks / it is Wang Shu unexpectedly. Have on backlash year young the girl. Before he sees I go up, urgent jockey, the wheel gives out harsh attrition tone. This old 3 rounds resembling is a few scrap iron put up be like, very flabby.
天边只剩下落日的余晖，小草在微凉的晚风微微摇晃。门前又传来一辆破旧三轮车的“嘎吱—嘎吱—”推开门一看，满分/竟是王叔。后座上有个一个年幼的女孩。他见我上前，便紧急停车，车轮发出刺耳的摩擦声。这辆旧三轮就像是几根废铁搭起的似，十分不稳。
“ girl, very artful, saw again? ” he is panting, the ash on clap, strike up a conversation friendlily.
“姑娘，好巧，又见了？”他喘着粗气，拍了拍手上的灰，友好地搭讪。
“ is ah Wang Shu! Is this? I see ” that is small the girl, she was full of doubt in fancy-free eye.
“是啊王叔！这是？”我看了看那小女孩，她天真无邪的眼睛里充满了疑惑。
“ hey, this is my daughter, my one's very life, only family member. I run around here and there all the day the ground is for her, do not have method, raise the home to paper a mouth. Want little without this girl, does my where come the motivation that this learns to compile beautiful string? His petty eye has ” some of extensive is red, the past shines like a shadow and pass.
“哎，这是我女儿，我的命根子啊，唯一的亲人。我整天东奔西跑地就是为了她，没办法，养家糊口呀。要没有这小丫头，我哪来这学编花绳的动力？”他细小的眼睛有些泛红，往事像一抹阴影一闪而过。
I listen those who gave him to live is difficult, do not know how to comfort however he, also dare not ask more, did not know him what to experience, correct oneself: “ why do you choose to make up careless knot? ”
我听出了他生活的难，却不知道如何宽慰他，也不敢多问，不知他经历了什么，便改口道：“为什么您选择编草绳结呢？”
He shows those wait for the fodder that make up to say on the car: My this individual does not have “ other source material, like grass, it and I am same, insignificant arrive helpless, however must ……” of earn one's own living
他指了指车上那些待编的草料说：“我这个人没别的本事，喜欢草，它和我一样，渺小到无助，却又必须自食其力……”
Ground of his set sb's teeth is saying at the same time, cross at the same time went up tricycle, rock is worn shoulder, trample is worn in disappearing in the dim light of night slowly. puny as evening small grass shakes euqally in wind sway drag, in my back from shabby tricycle and king father's younger brother, the hardships that understood life of ordinary other people and stand fast tenaciously.
他咬紧牙关地一边说着，一边跨上了三轮车，晃动着肩膀，踩踏着慢慢消失在夜色中。弱小得如同晚风中小草一样摇摇曳曳，我从破旧三轮车和王叔的背影里，读懂了平凡人家生活的艰辛和顽强的坚守。
If “ life inns, I also am a pedestrian. ” Wangshu and us who is the hasty passing traveller between heaven and earth? Even if small grass is euqally ordinary, we still can resemble Wang Shu same “ bush fire is burned very much, spring breeze is blown give birth to ” again kind tough, hopeful and self-sufficient happy life!
“人生如逆旅，我亦是行人。”王叔和我们谁不是天地间的匆匆过客？即便小草一样平凡，我们仍可以像王叔一样“野火烧不尽，春风吹又生”般坚韧，乐观自足地快活生活啊！(文/范苏莎)