似水那年 如烟火<十>依天ル

作者:周火菡人气:217更新:2021-07-20 15:48:03

〔旧年,有一颗叫幸福的种子被埋在心底〕

       一个月的旅行 ,浅小念坐上了回家的大巴 。前方阳光明媚的午后,却未能带走路旁的落叶随风忧伤。打开录音,播放一段曾经残缺的独白 ,浅小念已想不起那年是以何种心情写下的这篇自白。那段一词半句 ,如今再念,已如隔世 。

       浅小念记得自己四岁那年,他与夏栋天坐在草地里 ,看着远方的夕阳 。当时他问过夏栋天,太阳要去哪里啊?夏栋天比他大了好几岁,自然知道太阳去了哪里 ,他对浅小念笑着说,太阳要去山后面睡觉了。浅小念说,那我们去找太阳吧。夏栋天说 ,你看天都要黑了,太阳要回家睡觉呢,等明天天亮了再去找吧 。

       那时候 ,浅小念还不知道,天亮不亮跟太阳究竟有多大关系。只是以为,明天天亮了 ,太阳也就出来了 ,而爷爷奶奶们都会坐在门口晒太阳,似乎太阳的出来,不是为了给世界带来光芒 ,而是为了给人们带来温暖。

       直到五岁那年,浅小念才明白,天亮了 ,是因为太阳公公出来了,太阳公公特地出来点亮这片天空,太阳公公不仅仅是带来的光芒 ,带来了温暖,也给生命带来了幸福的朝舞 。

       那年夏天,浅小念学着书里的图画般 ,跑到大门前,在泥土处挖了一个小坑,然后埋进一粒西瓜子 ,浇上一瓢水后 ,然后蹲在那里,睁着大眼睛看着埋西瓜子的地方,心里有一种非常幸福开心的感觉。

       念:总觉得小时候什么东西都是用彩色笔画出来的一样 ,附加的都是幸福的颜色。浅小念看着远处的夕阳,总觉得那份色彩少了点什么……

英译版本:

[Old Year, there is a seed called happiness]

For a month, the shallow meditation is sitting on the bus. The sunny afternoon, but I can't take away the leaves next to the road. Open the recording, play a neckstream, shallow meditation, I can't think of this year, what kind of mood wrote it. That one word half sentence, now again, it is like the world.

Shallow Miss Remember that he was four years old, he was sitting in the grass with Xia Dongtian, looking at the sunset of the distance. At that time, he asked Xia Dongtian, where is the sun going? Xia Dong Tian was a few years old, naturally knowing where the sun went, he smiled shallow, the sun went to sleep behind the mountain. Look at said, let's go to the sun. Xia Dongtian said, you have to be dark, the sun wants to go home to sleep, wait until tomorrow is bright and then go.
At that time, the shallow meditation did not know that there was a lot of relationships with the sun. Just thinking that tomorrow is bright, the sun will come out, and grandparents will sit in the door, seemed to come out, not to bring rays to the world, but to bring warmth.

Until five years old, the shallow reader understood, the sky is bright, because the sun is coming out, the sun is coming out to light this sky, the sun is not only brings, bringing Warm, also brought happiness to life.

That summer, the picture of the book is shallow, running to the gate, dig a small pit in the soil, then buried into a watermelon, pouring a scoop , Then kneeling there, looked at the place where the buried wig was looked at the big eyes, and there was a very happy and happy feeling.


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