母子之间的距离

从喧闹的城市，走进恬静的小巷，一切的一切都变了模样，白棱瓦，青砖墙，巷尾那股淡淡的茶香，雨丝微凉。

心爱的裙子不小心划破了，我舍不得扔，只好依母亲的嘱咐去隔着好几条街寻找那位技艺高超的阿婆缝补。

雨仍然没有停的意思，落在伞面上就像一把小锤子，不停地敲打我的心，装裙子的袋子被我死死拽着，我被匆忙的人潮簇拥通着向前，心中慌乱而烦躁。

终于拐进母亲描述的小巷，我仿佛踏进了另一个时空。

城市的纷扰与喧闹被几尺小巷阻挡在外，雨点落在青瓦上，像一首流淌的乐章，宁静而悠扬。

顺巷而行，我抚摸着墙面上大小不一的痕迹，深深浅浅中镌刻着老旧的回忆，像褪了色的唱片。推开木门，一位头发苍白的阿婆正静静地坐着，她半眯着眼，在旧的漆皮藤椅上摇来又摇去，周遭的空气似乎都变慢了，淡灰色的织线在她指尖吐出星星点点的花蕾。

“阿婆”我放轻了声音，“帮我补一下裙子吧”。木椅的吱呀声戛然而止，她点头应允。

雨不知何时停下来，一缕阳光从窗台蔓延进来，渐渐充斥了整个房间，阿婆的衣袖浸润在暖阳中，手中的织线不紧不慢，大白猫在屋里踱步，不一会儿又卧回阿婆脚边。

日子仿佛在阿婆手中的一针一线被拉长，就连桌上的一束花也变得慵懒起来，时间流淌着，我不禁看痴了。

‘好了，你来看看吧’她含笑地捧起裙子，小心翼翼，仿佛完成了一件珍贵的艺术品。

我凑近看了看，一朵鲜艳的花绣在上方，几乎让人看不见漏洞，一阵风拂过，合着清脆的胡琴声，裙子上的花摇曳着。

走出小巷，拥挤的压迫感再一次袭来，我和小巷之间的距离只有短短数十米，却和那位阿婆却似乎隔着几个世纪的距离。而在小巷里，我却感受到外面嘈杂的都市所未曾有过的宁静与祥和。

我们之间的距离被快节奏支配着，按下生活的暂停键，让指尖停止，缩短我们之间的距离，但求一句——岁月安好!

英语翻译：

From the noisy city to the quiet alley, everything changes its appearance, white-ribbed tiles, blue brick walls, the faint tea fragrance at the end of the alley, and the rain is slightly cool.

My beloved skirt was accidentally torn, and I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I had to follow my mother's instructions to look for the skilled grandmother across several streets to sew it.

The rain still doesn’t mean to stop. It falls on the umbrella like a small hammer. It keeps beating on my heart. The skirt bag is dragged by me. I am surrounded by the rush of people. Flustered and irritable.

Finally turning into the alley described by my mother, I seemed to have stepped into another time and space.

The turmoil and noise of the city are blocked by a few feet of alleys, and the rain drops on the blue tiles, like a flowing movement, quiet and melodious.

Walking down the alley, I stroked the marks of different sizes on the wall, with old memories engraved in depth and light, like faded records. Pushing open the wooden door, a pale-haired grandmother was sitting quietly. She squinted her eyes and shook her back and forth on the old patent leather wicker chair. The surrounding air seemed to slow down. She spit out dots of flower buds from her fingertips.

"Grandma" I lowered my voice, "Help me fix my skirt." The creak of the wooden chair stopped abruptly, and she nodded in agreement.

The rain did not know when to stop, a ray of sunlight spread in from the window sill, and gradually filled the whole room, grandma’s sleeves were soaked in the warm sun, the knitting thread in her hands was not hurried, and the big white cat was pacing in the house for a while. Lie back at the feet of grandma again.

The days seemed to be stretched by the stitches in the hands of grandma, and even the bunch of flowers on the table became lazy, time was flowing, and I couldn't help but be silly.

‘Okay, come and take a look.’ She smiled and held up her skirt, cautiously, as if she had finished a precious artwork.

I took a closer look, a bright flower embroidered on the top, almost invisible to the hole, a gust of wind blew, with the crisp sound of the Huqin, the flowers on the skirt swayed.

Walking out of the alley, the crowded oppression once again hit the alley. The distance between me and the alley was only a few tens of meters, but it seemed that I was separated by a few centuries from the grandmother. But in the alley, I felt the tranquility and peace that the noisy city outside had never had before.

The distance between us is dominated by a fast pace, press the pause button of life, stop the fingertips, shorten the distance between us, but please say-time is well!