A fireworks is angry, affection of a myriad twinkling lights of a city
一缕烟火气，万家灯火情
I am the child of rural other people originally, because of the problem that go to school, must enter a town. From now on, I also was far from the little village that is full of smoke internal heat then. Come 5 years, look at the home town outside 3 annulus, my all the time is not missing her.
我本是农村人家的孩子，因为上学的问题，不得不进入城市。从此，我也就远离了那充满烟火气的小村庄。五年来，眺望三环外的家乡，我无时无刻不在想念她。
The village of home town is not very big, but also allow issue me the sweat that wanton brandish asperses. Village north head is proximate big bridge of the high speed that circle a city, ba river is followed in the west. There is an a few mus wretched situation there, have everything that one expects to find of corn, cucumber, red green chili. My home gate is facing a road, the doorway is planting two trees -- pine and maple. Ferial in, when I love to work in grandmother most, catch bug of a few watermelon. The National People's Congress of the village compares me more old, they know I am which boy, but who I don't know however is whose home A Shu, whose home grandmother.
家乡的村子不是很大，但也容得下我肆意挥洒的汗水。村子北头紧邻绕城高速大桥，西边接着灞河。那儿有一片几十亩的田地，玉米、黄瓜、红绿辣椒应有尽有。我家大门临着马路，门口栽着两棵树——松树和枫树。平日里，我最爱在祖母干活的时候，抓几条西瓜虫。村里的人大多比我年长，他们知道我是哪家小子，但我却不知谁是谁家阿叔，谁家祖母。
My grandmother is my heart from beginning to end place. A surname is taken below grandma Chang Zaishu or cook, smoke from kitchen chimneys always can attract passer, they often are looking at a few smoke from kitchen chimneys of trail of that the tip of a tree, stop ask: "Do what again today delicious? "Do what again today delicious??
我的祖母始终是我心灵的寄托。奶奶常在树下搭柴或做饭，炊烟总会吸引过路人，他们常常望着那树梢飘出的几缕炊烟，驻足问道：“今天又做啥好吃的？”
If say to love to have a name, I can call her tomato egg face. Return the home every time in, when taking the door, I always should beat the entrance door " phut phut " noisy. Still use dialect loudly to crying in a crack between a door and its frame: "Father, grandma, I come back! I come back!!
如果说爱有名字的话，我就会叫她番茄鸡蛋面。每次回到家里，进门时，我总要把大门敲的“砰砰”响。还用方言高声向门缝里叫着：“爷，奶，我回来啦！”
Accompanying the grandfather's bright and clear laugh, those who receive me is face of egg of that bowl of tomato certainly. The egg of golden color, gules tomato, green green vegetables, finely onion powder, deserve to go up bright the bright noodle that can give off light, in throat already crawly, it is to let a person reject delicate temptation hard really. A hand is carrying face bowl, a pair of chopsticks instigate the noodle in the bowl high already, with mouth whiff, immediately, put on bowl edge, not salty small whiff, the one heat between throat, the instant, what intestines and stomach feels clinking is moist with comfortable. Crouch on step, the grandma that listening to year of even more seventy years of age wears in the talk about again and again in the kitchen: "Take slow place! Still have, it is your drop! It is your drop!!
伴随着爷爷爽朗的笑声，迎接我的一定是那一碗番茄鸡蛋面。金黄色的鸡蛋，红色的番茄，绿色的青菜，细碎的葱末，配上亮亮的可以发光的面条，喉咙里早已痒痒的，实在是让人难以拒绝美味的诱惑。一只手端着面碗，一双筷子早已把碗里的面条高高挑起，用嘴一吹，随即，放在碗沿上，口轻轻一吸，喉咙间一热，瞬间，肠胃就感到无比的滋润与舒服。蹲在台阶上，听着年逾古稀的奶奶在厨房里念叨着：“吃慢点！还有哩，都是你滴！”
"Toot... toot... good... " my head also does not carry the ground follows sound to should be mixed, the doggie lies silently by small stool, envy also was full of it seems that in the eye. Rose to wave in the wind in chimney smoke from kitchen chimneys.
“呜……呜……好……”我头也不抬地随声应和着，小狗静静地卧在小凳旁边，眼里似乎也充满了羡慕。烟囱里升起了袅袅炊烟。
What carry in the hand is a bowl of face, those who fill amid is endless warmth and the terrestrial fireworks that dense this world lives however.
手里端的是一碗面，盛在其中的却是无尽的温情与氤氲着尘世生活的人间烟火。
In one's childhood, after dinner passes, the slide car that my constant regular meeting is driving person of that whole village to be known basically, move back and forth between ave lane. This to a teenager, it is in that way free with stimulation. The landscape of country and fireworks often alluring I, make move back and forth indefatigably meantime, although drop in aqueduct,also be very happy with it. The dusk of summer, the A Mom of along the road, aunt, grandfather grandma is carrying a bowl to still having a meal mostly. Male people is smooth wing crouchs below the tree, ladies in twos and threes gets together to chat in, see me, come to: "2 goods, come out again introduced from the northern and western nationalities or from abroad aggressive! " I in those days am in their forthright laugh swagger off, asperse below all the way carol, in fireworks spread and sink in caught dusk. And I nowadays, in the city that can carry satchel on the back to move back and forth in lights to wane to the close only, recollecting those I know appellation only, the elder member of family that does not tell its person people!
小时候，晚饭过后，我常常会骑着那个全村人基本都认识的滑板车，穿梭在大街小巷之间。这对于一个少年来说，是那样的逍遥与刺激。乡间的山水与烟火常常诱惑着我，使不知疲倦地穿梭其间，即使跌到水渠中也乐此不疲。夏天的傍晚，沿路的阿妈，大婶，爷爷奶奶大多端着碗还正在吃饭。男人们光着膀子蹲在树下，女士们三三两两聚在一块聊天，看见我了，就来一句：“二货，又出来胡嚣张了！”那时的我就在他们豪爽的笑声中扬长而去，洒下一路欢乐的歌，在烟火里洇染了暮色。而如今的我，只能背着书包穿梭在灯火阑珊的都市中，回忆着那些我只知称谓，不知其人的长辈们！
The male people of the village is rude, female people is forthright. Although a lot of people do not have too much culture, but this just also lets them reveal went out the truest, most ground connection enrages oneself -- the moral character with Chinese the simplest farmer and disposition. Such fireworks breath makes me infinite and yearning.
村里的男人们粗犷，女人们豪爽。虽然很多人都没有太多文化，但这恰恰也让他们展示出了最真实、最接地气的自己——中国农民最质朴的品性与性格。这样的烟火气息是令我无限向往的。
But, the epidemic situation of arise suddenly and large-scale city change a course or produced a few effects to the village.
但是，突如其来的疫情及大规模城市化进程还是对村子产生了一些影响。
Epidemic situation is changing the life of people. People from now and then wear guaze mask to become from morning till night to be taken; From go out to take a mobile phone only, became the mobile phone that contains paster; Shop to pay a code so that have not merely, return so that have green yard. Also because of such, a lot of people are stranded outer, cannot return home town. Bag bag turns the ground is changing with changeless between the way that seeks less than coming home, I believe, they had seen worldly and mixed view, still chose native place sturdily finally however, because only the fireworks of home town just can be allowed,play the soul that lead a wandering life, city contains the body of no less than desires.
疫情改变着人们的生活。人们从偶尔戴口罩变成一天到晚随身带；从出门只带手机，变成了带有贴纸的手机；购物不只得有支付码，还得有绿码。也正因如此，许多人被困在外地，无法回到家乡。兜兜转转地在变与不变之间找不到回家的方向，我相信，他们看过世间复杂的风景，最终却依然坚定地选择了家乡，因为只有家乡的烟火才能容得下漂泊的灵魂，都市容不下欲望的肉体。
This year tomb-sweeping day, father was taking I and grandfather grandma to return a village in. Road or that drives the road of slide car, but the building tree of both sides had produced tremendous change mostly. That pine of my home still is in, maple had been carried away however. Grandfather and grandma stand silently below the tree, reticent ground is touching pine, staring them affectionately to live fast place of 60 years...
今年清明节，父亲带着我和爷爷奶奶回到了村子里。路还是那条骑滑板车的路，但两边的房屋树木大都已经发生了天翻地覆的变化。我家的那颗松树仍在，枫树却已经被移走了。爷爷和奶奶默默地站在树下，无言地抚摸着松树，深情地凝视着他们生活了快六十年的地方……
I stand to look at their back beyond, thinking the dribs and drabs when, still have those great smoke anger. On car coming home, we did not talk, but the grandfather grandma that my clearly feeling gets more than 70 years old aged again it seems that a few...
我站在远处看着他们的背影，想着儿时的点点滴滴，还有那些浓浓的烟火气。回家车上，我们都没有说话，但我分明地感受到七十多岁的爷爷奶奶似乎又变老了一些……
A fireworks is angry, affection of a myriad twinkling lights of a city. The village tears open change to have in about a year, the fireworks of home town became the most beautiful scenery in memory, nevertheless I still can take the tomato egg side of grandmother, just traded a place, psychology always feels some less still what...
一缕烟火气，万家灯火情。村子拆迁有一年半载了，家乡的烟火成了记忆里最美的风景，不过祖母的番茄鸡蛋面我还能够吃到，只是换了个地方，心理总觉得还是少了些什么……
