温暖旅程

几天前，当我回到家乡时，我又回到了祖父的小屋。看着门框上模糊不清的白色粉笔线，过去的点点滴滴渐渐渗入我的脑海，爷爷叫我名字的声音在我耳边响起。

我很小的时候就回到家乡，和爷爷住在一起。我记不清楚很多事情了。最令人印象深刻的是，爷爷帮我测量了门框旁边的高度：“来这里，让我看看。我已经长高了！来这里，让爷爷帮你测量它有多高！”当我站起来时，爷爷握住粉笔，蹲下一点，与我对齐，斜眼，然后在门框上稳固地涂上油漆，门框上有一块粉笔，打印出来，爷爷再次摸了摸我的头，我站起来，开始比较最后一个标记，看看我的身高，而且我对爷爷的话没什么注意，我很早就疯掉了，任爷爷的电话逐渐消失了。

几年后，我又回到了家乡，见到我后，爷爷就把我压在门框前：“哦！亲爱的孙子，一年中我的身高高了！来，我来衡量一下它。”爷爷站直了。寻楼的身体抬起头，睁大了眼睛，脸上的皱纹似乎加深了，这表明他非常努力。他举起颤抖的左手，用力夹住粉笔，然后画在门框上，但图画歪了。过了很长时间，我才下楼，hung着拐杖，然后一步步带我走进了房子。

现在，我再也看不到爷爷的身影了。我的目光直盯着旧的门框，从下到上，从笔直到弯曲的粉笔画，仿佛爷爷还在我身边。仿佛他仍在微笑，他继续用粉笔在门框上画画，仿佛他仍在摸我的头，仿佛...

随着天堂与人的分离，我记得逝者的温暖与美丽。爷爷，我真的很希望你再打给我几次，期待你打给我的名字。我必须立即依your在你的大腿下，告诉你我学习了哪些课文，考试中我得分了多少，告诉你哪个同学开了个玩笑，以及北京的风景如何...

参考翻译：

When I went back to my hometown a few days ago, I went to my grandfather's cabin again. Looking at the faintly discernible white chalk line on the door frame, the past crawled into my mind little by little, and the voice of my grandpa calling my name sounded in my ears.

I returned to my hometown when I was very young and lived with my grandpa. I can’t remember many things clearly. The most impressive thing is that Grandpa helped me measure my height next to the door frame: "Come here, let me see. I have grown a lot taller! Come here, let Grandpa help you measure How tall is it!” When I stood up, Grandpa squatted down a little while holding the chalk, aligned with me, squinted, and then steadily painted on the door frame, and there was a piece of chalk on the door frame. Printed. Grandpa touched my head again, straightened up, and started to compare the last mark to see how tall I have grown. And I didn't pay much attention to Grandpa's words, and I ran away crazy long ago, and Grandpa Ren's call gradually disappeared.

A few years later, I returned to my hometown again, and my grandpa pressed me in front of the door frame just after I met: "Oh! My dear grandson, how much taller I have grown in a year! Come, let me measure it." Grandpa straightened up. Xunlou's body turned his head upwards, his eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, showing an extremely hard work. He raised his trembling left hand, clamped the chalk hard, and drew on the door frame, but the drawing was crooked. It took a long time before I walked downstairs, hung a cane, and took me step by step into the house.

Now, I can’t see Grandpa’s figure anymore. My eyes are staring straight at the old door frame, looking at the chalk prints from bottom to top, from straight to curved, as if Grandpa is still beside me. As if he was still smiling, he continued to draw on the door frame with chalk, as if he was still touching my head, as if...

With the separation of heaven and man, I remember the warmth and beauty of the passing away. Grandpa, I really look forward to you calling me a few more times, looking forward to your calling my name. I must be snuggling immediately under your lap, telling you which text I have studied, how many points I scored in the exam, telling you which classmate has made any jokes, and what scenery has added to Beijing...