夜深人靜，萬家燈火已熄，我躺在床上，卻是輾轉(zhuǎn)反側(cè)，難以再入眠。閉上雙眼，夢中的情景歷歷浮現(xiàn)，與現(xiàn)實(shí)相疊……

In the dead of night, the lights of all houses are out. I lie in bed, but I toss and turn, and can't sleep again. Close your eyes, the scene in the dream emerges, overlapped with the reality

夢中，你依舊是一身樸素的衣褲，系著圍裙，將我趕出廚房：“別急，別急，菜還沒好呢！”粗糙的手掌，染著油漬，那滑膩的觸感，至今還殘留在我的皮膚上，抽油煙機(jī)的響聲擋不住你嗓門：“今天買了條鯧鳊魚，知道你喜歡，待會(huì)兒多吃點(diǎn)?！倍覅s發(fā)不出聲音，只能看著你略顯蹣跚的身影在狹小的廚房里忙碌……

Dream, you are still a simple clothes and pants, wear apron, drive me out of the kitchen: "don't worry, don't worry, the food is not good!" The rough palm, stained with oil stains, and the greasy touch still remain on my skin. The sound of the range hood can't stop your voice: "I bought a pomfret today. I know you like it. I'll eat more later." But I can't make a sound. I can only watch you hobbling in the narrow kitchen

夢中，你依舊是坐在那個(gè)朝陽的房間里，背對(duì)著陽光，戴著老花鏡，倚在躺椅中，花白的頭發(fā)在陽光的照耀下閃出晶瑩的色澤，一本普通的食譜，你每天總是翻上一遍，嘴里喃喃：“小丫頭正在發(fā)育，得給她弄點(diǎn)好吃又有營養(yǎng)的。”老式的收音機(jī)在紅木的床頭柜上沙啞地唱著錫劇，那幅畫圖，就定格在我的夢里……

In the dream, you are still sitting in the sunny room, with your back to the sun, wearing the presbyopic glasses and reclining in the reclining chair. Under the sunshine, the gray hair flashes the crystal color. A common recipe, you always turn it over every day, murmuring: "the little girl is developing, so you have to make her delicious and nutritious." The old-fashioned radio on the mahogany bedside table is raucously singing the xiju opera. The picture is fixed in my dream

夢中，你依舊是用慈祥的眼神注視著我，手里捧著飯盒：“乖孫女，頭還暈嗎？我燉了骨頭湯，里面放了海帶，你喝點(diǎn)，掛水的左手不要?jiǎng)?，我端著碗，你喝?！崩^而，你又會(huì)轉(zhuǎn)過頭批評(píng)我的父母：“這么大的人，連一小孩都不會(huì)照顧，你們?cè)趺茨茏屛曳判模俊蹦顷P(guān)切的語調(diào)在我腦中回響……

In the dream, you still stare at me with kindly eyes, holding the lunch box in your hand: "dear granddaughter, is your head still dizzy? I stewed bone soup with kelp in it. Have a drink. Don't move the left hand hanging water. I'll hold the bowl and you can drink it. " Then, you will turn to criticize my parents: "how can you reassure me that such a big person can't even take care of a child?" The tone of concern reverberated in my mind

夢中，你的懷抱依舊溫暖，我淌著淚，躲在你的懷里，哽咽著哭訴媽媽的不是。你溫柔地圈著我，不斷伸手拭去我的眼淚：“好了，不要哭，天大的事有奶奶頂著，你媽那里我會(huì)去說的，她也太過分了！”說著，蘊(yùn)著暖意的手掌撫過我的脊背，眼淚朦朧的我，只覺得那瘦弱的肩膀，會(huì)是我永遠(yuǎn)的避風(fēng)港……

Dream, your arms are still warm, I shed tears, hiding in your arms, sobbing to tell mom is not. You gently circle me, and keep reaching for my tears: "well, don't cry, the big thing is that grandma is holding on to it. I'll go to your mother's place and she's too much!" Said, with warm palms caressing my back, tears hazy me, only think that thin shoulder, will be my forever safe haven

再度睜開眼，卻倍感失落，空蕩的房間，死氣沉沉的家，已沒有你每夜都亮著的小夜燈，只有你的一幀照片，放在我的床頭。始終微笑的你依舊慈祥地看著我。

Open your eyes again, but feel lost, empty room, dead home, there is no night light that you light every night, only a picture of you, on the head of my bed. Always smiling you still look at me kindly.

奶奶，今夜，你還會(huì)再入我的夢嗎？

Grandma, tonight, will you enter my dream again?