落叶纷飞，秋日的午后，阳光暖而不刺眼，风儿轻而无凉意。坐在窗前的小桌边，轻轻拂开额前的发，透过木窗，望见了那个熟悉的背影正在整理些什么。
她打开，翻出一件件泛黄却干净的衣服，一件件，轻而缓地取出。像是稀世珍宝。细看，也就是我儿时的几件衣服吧。霎时，心中不禁柔柔地想：十几年了，她竟保存得如此完好，真是用心啊！
回头，她已从家中搬出一张阔竹凳，是要晒衣服了。她从上层捧出一件小袄，轻柔地拂去久置后的灰尘，动作缓得似乎被时间定格在秋阳中。我深吸了一口气，怕去惊扰这美丽的瞬间。她拍拍小袄，寻见了上面有个小洞，于是。嘴角就漾起了甜甜的笑，那笑容似是把秋阳都感染了，地上的光斑在跃动着，就如我的心，扑通扑通地。跟随她的动作，勾起了我童年的回忆。那个小洞，也是我不听她的话，与同伴放鞭炮给碰的。为此，我还受了半天的罚。那时，我还小，天天缠着她给我讲那些似乎永远也数不过来的故事。被我缠得没奈何，她自会舒颜一笑，声情并茂地诉说着。我时而抬头注视她温婉的面容，她抚摸着我的头，回以轻轻一笑。现在，我也长大了，可又有多久没有好好看她一回？脸在无意间泄露了心底的情，泛得通红。不禁把目光聚集在她身上。此时，衣服已摊得差不多了。她弯下腰一件一件地拍去衣上的灰尘，甜甜的笑始终挂在她的嘴角，没有忙碌后的倦怠，只有满脸洋溢的幸福。
我站在窗边，一种奇怪的感觉像根软软的皮筋穿过我的身体，触得我的心酥酥麻麻的，心间的温度一点点地上升，满满地，装载着甜蜜的味道。
对着斜阳，我舒怀笑了，原来有这样一种幸福就是你只需默默地注视着爱你的人，为你幸福地做每一件小事，心甘情愿，不求回报。却总是这种幸福，让你的心中也装满了幸福，甜甜的幸福。
英文版：
Falling leaves, autumn afternoon, the sun is warm and not dazzling, the wind is light but not cool. Sitting at a small table in front of the window, I gently brush my hair in front of my forehead. Through the wooden window, I can see what the familiar figure is sorting out.
She opened it and pulled out pieces of yellowing but clean clothes, and took them out gently and slowly. It's like a rare treasure. Take a close look at some of my childhood clothes. All of a sudden, I can't help but think softly: she has been preserved so well for more than ten years. What a heart!
Looking back, she has moved out a broad bamboo stool from home to dry clothes. She took out a small coat from the upper layer and gently brushed away the dust after a long time. Her movement was so slow that it seemed to be frozen in the autumn sun by time. I took a deep breath, afraid to disturb this beautiful moment. She patted her coat and found a small hole in it. The corner of the mouth rose a sweet smile, the smile seemed to infect the autumn sun, the spot on the ground was dancing, just like my heart, plopping. Following her action, I recall my childhood. I didn't listen to her and set off firecrackers with my companions. For this, I was punished for half a day. At that time, I was still young and pestered her to tell me stories that seemed never to be counted. I was entangled with no alternative, she will be comfortable Yan a smile, voice and emotion to tell. From time to time I looked up at her gentle face, and she stroked my head with a gentle smile. Now, I've grown up, but how long have I not had a good look at her? The face inadvertently revealed the feelings of the bottom of my heart, suffused with red. I can't help but focus on her. By this time, the clothes were almost spread out. She bent down to pat the dust on her clothes one by one, and her sweet smile was always on her lips. There was no tiredness after being busy, but only happiness on her face.
I stood by the window, a strange feeling like a soft rubber band through my body, touching my heart crispy and numb, the temperature between the heart gradually rises, full of sweet taste.
Facing the setting sun, I am happy to smile. It turns out that there is such a happiness that you just need to watch the person who loves you silently and do every little thing for you happily, without asking for return. But always this kind of happiness, let your heart also fill with happiness, sweet happiness.
