Hasty the summer, sky as always blue. The wind south is taking enthusiasm of have one's bosom filled with to embrace whole summer as before.
匆匆又夏季，天空一如既往的蓝。南边的风依旧带着满腔热情拥抱整个夏日。
The Chan of that river Chan before A mother-in-law door has flowed hundreds of years, of the stone burnish in the river rounded. 3 of river side big maple perseverance is forceful, towards vaster land outspread spread.
阿婆门前的那条河潺潺流过几百年，河里的石头打磨的滚圆。河边的三棵大枫毅力挺拔，向着更广阔的土地延伸蔓延。
A is fair bed removing bamboo is worn to be away for the summer holidays to us below the tree enjoy the cool. The south wind of boiling hot has played river side, river water developed cool to wind however, big and shock maple leaf obscured burning hot light. Purl bites babble Dong, cicada chant this is incessant.
阿公在树下架起竹床给我们避暑纳凉。滚烫的南风吹过河面，河水却给风冲了个凉，大片而又浓密的枫叶遮住了炎热的光。潺潺流水叮叮咚咚，知了吟唱此声不绝。
Cicada cries gradually far, if Guang Reyin shows. Also be same summer on the bamboo bed that mother-in-law of A fair A accompanies me to lie in river side, one person of mother-in-law of A fair A lies to place me at the same time inter, the cattail leaf fan in their hand sways gently. Saying run of the daily life of a family is short, discussing the work tomorrow to want how to work. I lie in them several intermediate star that also do not count forever. Now and then still the shooting star has delimited, that is I had seen the most beautiful recent sky. Can conceive li of go off in A mother-in-law gradually.
蝉鸣渐远，光若隐若现。也是同样的夏天阿公阿婆陪我躺在河边的竹床上，阿公阿婆一人躺一边把我夹在中间，他们手中的蒲扇轻轻摇曳。说着家常理短，探讨着明天的活要怎么干。我躺在他们中间数着永远也数不完的星星。偶尔还有流星划过，那是我见过最美最近的星空。渐渐会在阿婆怀里睡去。
What early morning wakes up is kindling sound, running water sound, cicada song. The dense rice in available still gas is aromatic with the tree that burns firewood sweet. Gargle is washed to be over to be able to sit on bamboo bed to have breakfast in river side, mud of a bowl of pea, fish of river of a dish of decoct, a bowl of chili fries green vegetables, the congee in the bowl is A fair early cool good. "A few bowls to eat today? " A is fair should ask a few times everyday. I always am 3 fingers since vertical stroke, 3 bowls? A Gong Xiaoxiao nods, eat so much to want to help A business live.
清晨唤醒的是劈柴声，流水声，蝉鸣声。还有空气中氤氲着饭香和烧柴火的树木香。在河边洗漱完就可以坐在竹床上吃早餐，一碗豌豆泥，一盘煎河鱼，一碗辣椒炒青菜，碗里的稀饭是阿公早就凉好的。“今天吃几碗？”阿公每天都要问几遍。我总是竖起三个指头，又三碗？阿公笑笑点头，吃这么多要去田里帮阿公干活的。
But to later, I left that place, every time blowy metropolis remembers cattail leaf fan; Later, I see star remember A old woman every time; Later, I eat every time much pea mud can remember native land; Later, I think of countryside to be in every time, summer...
但是到后来，我离开了那个地方，每次吹风都会想起蒲扇；后来，我每次看星星都想起阿婆；后来，我每次吃多了豌豆泥都会想起故乡；后来，我每次思乡都在，夏天……
Also not because other, because too much memory was installed in midsummer, shake, broke full ground.
也不因为别的，只因为盛夏里装了太多回忆，摇一摇，就碎了满地。