那是七月的天，多變得讓人無從揣測。一片雨中，一把素雅的傘在雨中佇立著。傘下，撐傘的老人還在翹首等待，銀白色的鬢發(fā)，千萬縱橫的皺紋中嵌著一對烏黑的瞳仁在閃閃發(fā)亮。雨很靜，沒有閃電沒有雷，一縷縷的連成一片。但，她的目光，那犀利的目光就是電！她痩削的手，那顫巍巍扶著傘的手就是雷！……悄悄在我心中埋下雨的情感，悄悄激起心中的電火浪花，把這些交織成陰霾的天空，罩在我的世界上方。
It was July, so changeable that it was impossible to predict. A plain umbrella stands in the rain. Under the umbrella, the old man with the umbrella is still waiting, with silver hair and thousands of wrinkles inlaid with a pair of black pupils. The rain is very quiet, no lightning, no thunder, continuous into one. But, her eyes, that sharp eyes is electricity! Her shaved hand, the trembling hand holding the umbrella, is thunder Quietly bury the feelings of rain in my heart, quietly stir up the electric fire waves in my heart, interweave these into a haze sky, and cover my world above.
“姥姥，回去吧，我們就要出發(fā)了?！薄把螅闵蠘菃柲惆职忠宦?，就說這雨這么大，改天再搬家不成？”我沉默了，面對這渴求的話語，我無言以對。我只有緊緊抱住姥姥，在她耳邊喃喃地說：“您等著，您等著，我這就去，我這就上樓去！”然后我轉(zhuǎn)身跑向樓梯。其實我分明地知道，改日搬家是不可能的事，搬家公司的車在樓下等候多時，母親正在樓上梳妝打扮……但我要去說，我要上樓，哪怕只是為了耽擱時間，只是為了讓姥姥多存片刻的希翼，少懷片刻的失望。
"Go back, grandma. We are about to start." "Yang, you go upstairs and ask your father, saying it's raining so hard that you can't move another day?" I am silent, in the face of this yearning words, I have nothing to say. I had to hold grandma tightly and murmur in her ear, "wait, wait, I'll go, I'll go upstairs!" Then I turned and ran to the stairs. In fact, I clearly know that it is impossible to move another day. My mother is dressing up upstairs while the car of the moving company is waiting downstairs for a long time But I want to say that I want to go upstairs, even if it's just to delay time, just to let Grandma save more hope and less disappointment.
當(dāng)我從樓上下來時，卻已經(jīng)不需要再解釋什么了。那些工人已經(jīng)開始匆忙地搬家具，他們帶來雨蓬，仔細地罩住每一件物什。姥姥失落地站在他們旁邊，什么話都沒說。那是她的白發(fā)嗎？遮住了她目光中的神采；那是雨嗎？我仿佛看到她眼角的濕潤；那是風(fēng)嗎？我突然覺得全身都好冷好冷。
When I came down the stairs, I didn't need to explain any more. The workers had already begun to move the furniture in a hurry. They brought the awning and covered everything carefully. Grandma stood beside them, lost, and said nothing. Is that her white hair? It overshadowed the look in her eyes; was it rain? I seem to see the moist corner of her eyes; is that the wind? I suddenly felt cold all over.
“姥姥……姥姥！”我跑過去靠在姥姥肩上。
"Grandma Grandma! " I ran over and leaned on Grandma's shoulder.
“搬家后離姥姥家遠了，你爸媽晚上不在家時，記著關(guān)好門窗。學(xué)習(xí)緊的話，就別老到這邊來……”姥姥笑了，盡管笑容讓我酸楚，盡管笑容多少顯得無奈，但笑容中的目光是我熟悉的慈祥。
"It's far away from Grandma's house after moving. When your parents are not at home at night, remember to close the doors and windows. If you study hard, don't come here... " Grandma smiled, although the smile made me sad, although the smile seemed helpless, but the eyes in the smile were my familiar kindness.
接下來，爸爸媽媽都過來與姥姥道別。我們坐在爸爸的車上沖姥姥揮手。車外，大雨滂沱，風(fēng)撩動了姥姥的頭發(fā)。“朝如青絲暮成雪……”，姥姥真的老了。
Next, mom and dad came to say goodbye to grandma. We sat in dad's car and waved to grandma. Outside the car, it rained heavily, and the wind stirred grandma's hair. "The morning is like the green silk and the evening is like snow..." , grandma is really old.
以后的幾年，每每看到雨，我總要傷感。我會回想起那個上午以及那段心酸的回憶。而從那天起，才是我乃至于我的母親真正獨立的時刻，究其根由，竟然只是搬家，只是離開姥姥。我們不能夠再在黃昏時散步到姥姥家，嘗姥姥包的餃子；不能夠再在夜晚突然地敲門，三個人一起看月亮數(shù)星星。我們能做的只是坐著，在惡劣的天氣里或某段新聞報道后，聽電話、接受姥姥關(guān)切的詢問。
In the next few years, whenever I see rain, I always feel sad. I will recall that morning and that sad memory. From that day on, it was the time when I and my mother were really independent. The reason was that I just moved, just left grandma. We can no longer walk to grandma's house at dusk and taste the dumplings made by grandma; we can no longer knock on the door suddenly at night and watch the moon and count the stars together. All we can do is sit and listen to the phone and ask Grandma about it in bad weather or after a news report.
現(xiàn)在，窗外又有了滴滴的雨聲，我提起筆記下這段往事，用它來給自己一些支撐，給自己一份感恩。天地蒼茫，唯此間情真永不變。
Now, there are drips of rain outside the window. I mention and take notes of the past, and use it to give myself some support and gratitude. The sky and the earth are vast, but the situation here never changes.
