One my thick shade, search when the window according to, sai Yi old friend. Shake off shake off, it is dust flutters, sorrowful like Bei. The story in the photograph, as slightly rice is aromatic, sweat and agreeable comes.
一蔽浓荫，当窗寻照，思忆故人。抖落抖落，便是尘埃飞舞，一如悲怆。照片里的故事，随着微微稻香，婉转的到来。
Pass through a photograph, a dusk, it is face of gentle breeze stroke and frivolous Yun Duo had waved completely over there, paddy Mi Gang is very ripe, just of smoke from kitchen chimneys rises, white crane is sticking surface to pass by the garrulous sign that leaves deep feeling.
透过照片，一个黄昏，那里满是微风拂面和轻薄的云朵飘过，稻米刚好熟了，炊烟恰恰升起，白鹤贴着水面掠过留下深情的絮语。
The uncle in the photograph, it is our dear grandpa Yuan Longping. He crouchs sit on land, sparse hair, abstruse eye eye, dark skin, the shirt of hackneyed theme, total line gets him kind all the more, ordinary. Removed chrysalis child finger, gently weigh in hand is helping paddy up, resembling is the cheek that touching children general deep feeling. The drape on that piece of amiable face, the circle that is like spring encircles ripple, seeing ringing seedings of cereal crops, ripple naturally to come.
照片里的老伯，是我们亲爱的袁隆平爷爷。他蹲坐在土地上，稀疏的头发，深邃的眼眸，黝黑的皮肤，老调的衬衫，全然衬得他格外亲切、平凡。起了茧子的手指，轻轻的掂扶着水稻，像是在抚摸子女的脸颊一般深情。那张慈祥的脸庞上的褶皱，一如泉水的圈圈波纹，见着了清脆的禾苗，便自然的荡漾开来。
"I have a dream, go up in ridge of field, he with me general tall, I am pulling me most dear friend, sit below spike of rice to enjoy the cool. " speed up seedings of cereal crops is dragged in his hand, heart within is installing common people, the foot leaves the land that stepping smooth fact, a bit sweat bead string together a gleam of, simply sturdy stride is forward, prep against rice is aromatic, prep against light.
“我有一个梦，就在田埂上，他同我一般高，我拉着我最亲爱的朋友，坐在稻穗下乘凉。”他手里拽紧着禾苗，心里头装着百姓，脚下踏着平实的土地，点滴汗珠串成一线，只管坚定的大步向前，迎着稻香，迎着光明。
Wind blows rippling wheat, incorporeal echo. In the heart of grandpa Yuan, bury laid a seed, thirty hold time, defeat bud and be born, multicolored the spike of rice that makes bits and pieces, the hope of dress warmly and ear one's fill is twinkling the brilliance of wheat color.
风吹麦浪，灵魂回响。袁爷爷的心里，埋下了一颗种子，卅载光阴，破芽而生，斑斓作星星点点的稻穗，温饱的希望闪烁着麦色的光耀。
"One congee one meal, should think of hard-earned, half half, constant reads aloud difficult of material resources dimension. " the cropland that grandpa Yuan dedicates lifetime to him, his people. "With civilian by, with aid the world, do not cross hungry suffering, do not lose 10 thousand popular feeling. " the Yuan Gong in even if picture already died, but his story lives forever as before.
“一粥一饭，当思来之不易，半丝半缕，恒念物力维艰。”袁爷爷把一生都奉献给了他的田，他的人民。“与民由之，同济天下，不渡饥饿苦，不负万人心。”纵使图片中袁公已逝，但是他的故事依旧长存。
"Spring kind a millet, autumn harvest 10 thousand child. " when wind has played a rice field, the story in the photograph generation another generation is passed narrate, the shadow of the times is sure acting acting inheritance.
“春种一粒粟，秋收万颗子。”当风吹过稻田的时候，照片里的故事将一代又一代传述，时代之影必定代代传承。
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