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水洼里跳出来的奶奶
十月十七日 星期三 雨转晴
放学的时候雨刚好停，天一下子亮了，云缝里漏出一小段彩虹。校门口地上的水洼亮闪闪的，像谁不小心打翻了一盒子镜子。我站在校门口没有马上走，因为我一看见水洼，就想穿那双粉色雨鞋。
雨鞋就在我鞋柜最里面，是奶奶暑假前送我的。我一路小跑回家，换上雨鞋下楼。鞋筒到膝盖下面一点，脚一伸进去，整条腿都稳稳的。我挑了花坛边最大的一洼水，咚地跳下去，水花溅起来，比我的小腿还高。
这双鞋是奶奶在街角那家鞋店挑的。她当时把粉色的那双递给我，说这个颜色耐脏，鞋头上还有一朵白云的图案，我一眼就喜欢上了。回家路上她帮我背着书包，让我穿着新鞋走，她自己打那把旧黑伞，伞总是歪到我这边来。到家我才发现她左边的肩膀全湿了，我的袖子上一滴水都没有。
我又咚地跳了一洼，水珠落在雨鞋上，又弹走。水洼里有个我，被波纹晃得一抖一抖的，还是笑着的我。奶奶以前也爱跳。她穿布鞋，故意去踩门槛外那洼水，踩完了甩甩鞋上的泥，自己先笑，笑起来眼睛眯成一条缝，说踩水洼能长高。我那时候信，现在还想信。
我跳了一洼又一洼，裤脚上一点点都是泥点。小满也下楼了，她穿着她妈妈的旧雨鞋，我们比赛谁溅的水花高。她告诉我，她奶奶也跟她说过踩水洼能长高，还说雨后的水洼里住着彩虹，跳一下就能看见。我们俩对着一个大水洼数一二三，一起跳下去，水花溅在一起，分不清是谁的。
我跳滑梯旁边最深的那一洼，水花溅出去老远，我喊了一声：奶奶，我跳了！喊完才想起来，奶奶回乡下去了，昨天打电话来的是爷爷。爷爷说，雨后的米饭是香的，奶奶也问了我。我跑回家给奶奶回电话。她接的，是爷爷的手机。我跟她说，我穿你送的雨鞋跳了水洼，我肯定会长高。她在那头笑，笑的声音抖抖的，像水洼被雨点打了一下。她说，别把袜子弄湿，鞋留着，等明年下雨再穿。
我把雨鞋脱下来，摆在书桌底下，让它可以一直看见我。我想，等下一次下雨，雨鞋、水洼和我，都在一起等。奶奶什么时候回来，再陪我跳一次水洼呢。
Grandma Jumping Out of a Puddle
October 17th, Wednesday, rain then clear
The rain stopped just as school let out. The sky brightened all at once, and a small piece of rainbow slipped out between the clouds. The puddles at the school gate glittered, as if someone had knocked over a box of mirrors. I stood there and did not leave right away, because the moment I see a puddle, I want to put on those pink rain boots.
The boots are at the back of our shoe cabinet, given to me by Grandma before summer vacation. I ran home, changed into them, and went downstairs. The tops reach just below my knees, and once my feet are in, my whole legs feel steady. I picked the biggest puddle by the flower bed and jumped in with a thud. The water splashed up higher than my calves.
Grandma picked these boots at the shoe shop on the corner. She handed me the pink pair and said this color does not show dirt, and there is a white cloud on the toe. I liked them at first sight. On the way home she carried my schoolbag and let me walk in my new boots, holding her old black umbrella, always tilted toward my side. Only when we got home did I notice her left shoulder was completely wet, while my sleeves had not a drop on them.
I jumped into another puddle. The drops landed on the boots and bounced off. There was a me inside the puddle, shaken by the ripples, still smiling. Grandma used to love jumping too. Wearing her cloth shoes, she would deliberately step into the puddle outside the door, then shake the mud off and laugh first, her eyes squeezed into thin lines, saying that jumping in puddles makes you grow taller. I believed it then, and I still want to believe it now.
I jumped from puddle to puddle until my trouser cuffs were dotted with mud. Xiao Man came downstairs too, wearing her mother's old rain boots, and we had a contest to see who could splash higher. She told me her grandma also said puddles make you grow taller, and that rainbows live in puddles after rain — jump once and you can see one. We counted one, two, three facing one big puddle and jumped in together, our splashes mixing so we could not tell whose was whose.
I jumped into the deepest puddle by the slide, and the water flew far. I shouted: Grandma, I jumped! Then I remembered Grandma had gone back to the village, and it was Grandpa who called yesterday. Grandpa said the rice smells fragrant after rain, and that Grandma had asked about me. I ran home and called her back. She answered on Grandpa's phone. I told her I jumped in puddles wearing the boots she gave me, and I would surely grow taller. She laughed on the other end, her voice wobbling like a puddle tapped by raindrops. She said: don't get your socks wet, keep the boots, and wear them again when it rains next year.
I took the boots off and placed them under my desk, where they can keep watching me. I think that when it rains again, the boots, the puddles, and I will all be waiting together. When will Grandma come back and jump in a puddle with me one more time?
奶奶送雨鞋的那天
十月十三日 星期二 早雨午晴
今天早上来了一阵雨，我在窗户边看，雨点把小区的路敲得全是小圆点。中午雨就停了，太阳出来，楼下的水洼一块挨一块，亮得晃眼。我一放学就换上鞋，因为我想穿那双雨鞋。那双雨鞋，是奶奶送我的，我一穿它就会想起送鞋的那一天。
那天也是下雨。奶奶到我们家楼下，手里拎一个红布袋，裤脚湿了一小圈。她是坐了两个钟头公交车来的。她说，电视里预报这几天有雨，怕我上学鞋子湿，湿了脚要受凉，就专门给我送雨鞋来了。妈妈留她吃了午饭，她不肯，说赶在天黑前要坐回去，家里还有鸡。
红布袋里装的就是这双雨鞋。粉色的，鞋头印着一朵白云。我当场套上，在客厅里走了两圈，鞋底在地板上咯吱咯吱响，爸爸笑说我家开了一个雨鞋游行队。奶奶站在旁边看我走，一直看，看得有点不好意思，我就故意走得更响。
那天下午雨也停了，奶奶陪我们下楼。水洼在花坛边上，一大汪。奶奶先踩进去试了试，说这水不深，可以跳。她让我学她的样子，整个脚掌平平地落下去，水就直直往上蹿。我学着跳，水花蹿起来打到我鼻子上，奶奶笑得直不起腰，伞都歪到一边去了。我们一人一个水洼，你跳一下我跳一下，比谁的水花圆。后来整个小区的小孩都围过来看，有个小弟弟想学，奶奶就让他扶着我的胳膊，轻轻地跳了一小洼。
走的时候，奶奶蹲下来，把我的鞋带又系紧了一遍，说：下雨就穿它，别嫌土。又说：我回去也看天气预报，电视里说你们这里下雨，我也会想你。我那时候不太懂这句话。现在我懂了——她那边一下雨，她就在想我有没有穿鞋；我这边一下雨，我就想她有没有带伞。
今天我又穿它跳了一路水洼，从单元门一直跳到小区门口，每一洼都替她跳了一下。回家我把鞋冲干净，摆在门口。奶奶，下次你来的时候，要是下雨，我们就再一人一个水洼，比谁溅得高。
The Day Grandma Sent Me Rain Boots
October 13th, Tuesday, rain in the morning, clear at noon
A shower came this morning. I watched from the window as raindrops knocked little round dots all over the road in our neighborhood. By noon the rain stopped, the sun came out, and the puddles downstairs lay one beside another, bright enough to dazzle. The moment school let out I changed my shoes, because I wanted to wear the rain boots. Those boots were given to me by Grandma, and whenever I put them on, I remember the day she gave them.
That day it was raining too. Grandma arrived downstairs with a red cloth bag in her hand, the hem of her trousers wet in a small ring. She had taken the bus for two hours. She said the TV forecast rain for the next few days, and she was afraid my shoes would get wet at school and my feet would catch cold, so she came all the way just to bring me rain boots. Mom wanted her to stay for lunch, but she refused, saying she had to ride back before dark — there were still chickens at home.
Inside the red bag were these boots. Pink, with a white cloud printed on each toe. I put them on right there and walked two laps around the living room, the soles squeaking on the floor. Dad joked that our home had started a rain-boot parade. Grandma stood beside me watching me walk, watching and watching, a little shy about it, so I deliberately walked louder.
That afternoon the rain stopped too, and Grandma came downstairs with us. There was a big puddle by the flower bed. She stepped in first to test it and said the water was not deep, fine for jumping. She told me to copy her: land with the whole sole flat, and the water shoots straight up. I jumped like she showed me, and the splash hit my nose. Grandma laughed so hard she could not stand up straight, and her umbrella tilted off to one side. We each took a puddle, one jump for me, one for her, seeing whose splash made the roundest crown. Soon the neighborhood kids gathered around to watch. A little boy wanted to try, so Grandma let him hold my arm and jump gently in a tiny puddle.
When she left, Grandma crouched down and tied my boot straps tight once more, saying: wear them when it rains, don't think they are unfashionable. Then she said: I will watch the weather forecast back home too, and when the TV says it rains here, I will think of you. I did not quite understand that then. Now I do — when it rains on her side, she wonders whether I wore my boots; when it rains on my side, I wonder whether she brought her umbrella.
Today I jumped through puddles all the way in them, from our building door to the gate of the neighborhood, jumping once for her in every puddle. When I got home I rinsed the boots clean and set them by the door. Grandma, next time you come, if it rains, we will each take a puddle again and see who splashes higher.
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