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“双语作品”投稿：回到村庄（组诗）回到村庄（组诗）作者：许星父亲和鸟独坐于黄昏，我看见忧伤在父亲的额头叹息他打满老茧的手上，落日正一点点滴落和苍老找不到归巢的鸟儿咽咽地望着他期待被树枝切割的月光在午夜的琴声里取暖或者歌唱而村口那眼旺盛了几代人的老井正在奄奄一息复垦的机器如醉酒的镰刀割去了大山的满头黑发和庄稼人的希望那一排排倒下的树枝象地震又象余震砸在父亲的心里很疼很痛鸟儿在父亲的头上盘旋了几圈然后不忍地飞走了它长长的悲鸣算是与父亲作最后的道别虽然眼含残疾，但父亲发誓一定要找一个医术高明的医生来医治大山的疾病 101能让光头变森林，当然也可以让大山回春父亲向村口走去，转过一道弯就是山外朦朦的夜色里留下他星星点点的汗烟和绿色的影子…… 屋檐下的花朵屋檐下，泥土很肥沃父亲的眼泪很肥沃父亲的思念随早晨的阳光爬上屋顶与母亲的遥望一起盛开成美丽的花朵新起的房屋色彩很鲜艳鸟儿的歌声里咂酒味道很浓长满绿荫的大山早已将伤痛深埋于感恩的泥土之下父亲的旱烟还是总不离手每天从援建的工厂上班回来总忘不了给屋檐下的花朵浇水、施肥然后痴痴地对着花开的日子微笑母亲的羌歌比以前唱得更好了念叨的针脚在鞋垫上把复耕后的土地、庄稼、牛羊绘成很有新意的羌绣然后守望在拐弯的村口与父亲一起等着我的归来…… 村口的老井打我从记事起，就知道村口的那眼井是全村人的的父母，象土地一样倍受村民的尊重和维护，所以就是再干旱的季节庄稼也同样欢歌笑语而两年前的一场灾难将井填平了把村民脸上的笑容和日子也一起填埋在深深的黑夜里父亲是个老实人他不顾被余震吓得半死的母亲硬是一个人用手和铁锹掏出了所有的疼痛把水掏出来然后躺在成山的泥土和石块中把惊恐和疲惫晾晒如今，井的四周草已茂盛旁边那棵是父亲栽种的柳树也越长越旺庄稼的成色和水份都很不错或许，父亲早已忘记了这件事然而，他却一天天变苍老了…… 泥土的怀念在村口的都坝河畔，我看见父亲手捧着去年就复耕的热土阳光从他打满老茧的指缝间一点点滴落父亲的脸上闪着金子一样的微笑这是我回到村庄后第一以次看到父亲庄重和开心的表情我现在才明白，为什么每次出门时，父亲都要在我的行囊里放上一小捧黑黝黝的泥土和含义父亲苦了一辈子与泥土亲热了一辈子地震中父亲看到石块混杂的泥土时就象亲人遭受侵犯一样伤心难过经常一个人躲在板房里疼痛难忍父亲与泥土早已融入在一起了啊在午夜的月光下我再次拿出十年前父亲送我的那捧泥土我长跪在父亲的背影里把还带着乡愁却是温暖的泥土高举在头顶与父亲一起向着茫茫的大山祈祷和祝福…… 母亲的背篓暗夜醒来时母亲背着发黄的背篓上山打草空气很鲜悬崖上青草很嫩母亲那件穿了一个季节的花衣裳在早晨的阳光下楚楚动人母亲把青草割下来把父亲长长的咳嗽割下来把牛羊的渴望和期盼的表情连同庄稼拔节的声音和一段虽苦犹甜的日子也全都割下来放进背篓让阳光普照母亲的身体明显有些瘦弱背篓压在背上如一座山一群鸟儿跃过头顶欢笑和歌声停泊在母亲的背上母亲的眼泪成为它们的水源…… 通联：中国四川绵阳市建设街8号《绵阳日报》社邮编：621000 电话：15182399912 邮箱：editress2001@163.com Return To My Village Writer : Xu Xing Translator : Hua Ying Father and the bird Alone in the sunset, there are sadness sighing over my father forehead On his hard stony rocky palm，the dripping sun is aging like droplet Homeless bird look at him in cry Waiting for pieces of moon light trimmed by branches of scissors to dance warmly under the midnight melodies Once was exuberant for generations, the village old well is dieing As the old land is reclaim like a drunk sickle waving the sliding blade over the dark hair of the mountain hill and the farmer dreams Those falling row of branches sound thunder of quakes Crushing into the old man chest with great pain The bird circle above father head and finally fly off in unbearable wind It's long sad ringing song is a last goodbye Regard with cripple eye, he swear Determine to treat the sick mountain with the best doctor hand Hair care 101 can turn bald into forest, surely it can regain youth back to the aging hill Father slowly walk out from the village, out of the mountain after a curve road Leave over his sparking sweat and green shadow in the silky night Flowers under the roof Fertile it is soil under the roof Fertile it is droplet of my father tear His mind is up on the roof with morning shine Revolve into blossom of beauty with mother distant eye Dazzling paint of new rising brick it is You can smell the drunkenness in the humming tone Sadness and pain has long buried by the green mountain Just under the grateful soil Smoke pipe never seen apart from father hand Every single day back from sweaty factory place He has never fail to rain the flower, fertile the soil And dream smiling in the blossom days Mother Qiang song sound better ever Grumbling feet as poking needle onto the shoes pad Painting the farm and cattle's To a refresh Qiang embroidery boutique Guarding at the village together with father Patiently wait for my return Old well of my village The village old well is sitting there Parent of all folk, just as the mother land Been respect and protected by the people, and so Even the worse drought in crops land will not stop the joy and singing Then came the shaking earth buried the old well two years ago Also buried the smiling days of the people Into the deep dark night As a faithful soul my father to be In spite of the shocking wife after the earth shake Digging out all the painful water Alone with a single spade Then he is lay on the muddy rock Drying away the tired and fear Now there are bushes flourish surrounding the well And beside is my father willow tree continue to grow Crops are growing well with the living water Old man may have long forgotten the story But he himself is aging daily Memory of soil I saw my father by the village river band holding warmly soil from a year old farm ground Sun light slipping through his callused hand As the golden smile shining on his face This is since my return First solemnly happiness my father has shown Which I then now understand Reason of a pinch of dark soil inside my travel bag load in by my father hand every time I set off from my homely land As suffering has follow father for his life time So are these dusty soil As he witness the soil invaded by the shaking ground The same family sorrow he has shared Sadly alone in his room Suffering in great pain The old man join himself to the homely dirt as a single soul Under the midnight moon Again I take out the pinch of dark soil given by my father ten years ago Kneel down under his shadow Rise up the warm and homely soil over my head Together in heart Praying to the cloud of mountain hill Mother back basket When the dark night awake Is when mother collect the mountain green into the basket over her back It is fresh in the air And the grass are vibrant over the mountain cliff The same shirt mother has worn for a season Like a colorful flower under the morning sun Such a delicate beauty When the grass been kept by mother She also keeping the father coughing Along with the cattle's dream And the crops growing sound Those sweet and sour days All have been resided in the basket Ready for the appraisal of the sun Mother body has show sign of weakness Basket over her shoulder is heavy as a mountain A cloud of flying birds across her head With the laughing and singing stay on her back Tears of my mother Are their source of living water Contact Address:Mianyang Daily ,No.8 Jian She Street,Mianyang,Sichuan Province. Postcode:621000 Phone Number:15182399912 E-Mail:editress2001@163.com 2010-04-16 17:28:01
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