小时候常常做一个梦,在一大串彩色的气球下有一只方形的篮子,我和我的猫就那只篮子里,随风飘荡,海角天涯。
When I was a child, I often had a dream that there was a square basket under a large string of colored balloons. My cat and I were in that basket, drifting with the wind, far and wide.
梦醒的时候,总发现自己还稳稳当当的地躺在柔软的被窝里,而我的猫在床前“喵喵”地朝我叫,似乎是心电感应。
When I wake up, I always find that I am still lying in a soft quilt, and my cat meows to me in front of the bed, which seems to be telepathic.
门前有一颗小树苗,是我出生的月份爸爸栽下的,说是比着长的孩子会健康一些。可是我总是不明白,我每天也有乖乖的吃饭可为什么总没它长的快,小树苗汲取着大地的营养茁壮成长起来,在夏天到来的时候它已经有了一片浓郁的树荫,那是我的乐园。
There is a small sapling in front of the door, planted by my father in the month of my birth, which is said to be healthier than the long child. But I always don't understand why I have a good meal every day, but it doesn't grow fast. The young saplings grow up with the nutrition of the earth. When summer comes, it has a strong shade, which is my paradise.
童年比较独立。爸爸长年在外函授,妈妈独自经营着一个小卖部,哥哥每天很早起床步行到很远的地方去上学。通常,妈妈会把我放在门口的一个大盆子里,然后丢一堆玩具在里面,陪伴我一天又一天。没有被大人常常抱在怀里的待遇,不能感受到俯瞰大地的滋味,我坐在我的大盆子里面翘着脑袋好奇地打量着这个世界,喜欢每一张经过的笑脸,他们也是跟我一样脚踏大地的人,享受不到俯瞰大地的待遇。
Childhood is more independent. My father has been teaching by correspondence for many years. My mother runs a small department by himself. My brother gets up early every day and walks to a far away place to go to school. Usually, my mother will put me in a big basin at the door, and then throw a pile of toys in it, accompany me day after day. I can't feel the taste of overlooking the earth without the treatment that adults often hold in their arms. I sit in my big basin and look at the world curiously with my head raised. I like every smiling face passing by. They are also people who step on the earth like me and can't enjoy the treatment of overlooking the earth.
乘气球飞入云霄的梦从来都没有停过,我在我的大篮子里时常幻想着。扭头看见那棵小树苗正汲取着大地的营养“岑岑”地成长起来,我挥挥圆鼓鼓的小胳膊,笑嘻嘻地重复着我的白日梦。
The dream of flying into the sky by balloon never stops. I often fantasize in my big basket. Turning around, I saw that the small sapling was growing up with the nutrition of the earth, "cencen Cen". I waved my round arm and laughed and repeated my daydream.
蹒跚学步的时候正值冬天,家里生意很火,妈妈给我里三件外三件地穿得象一台笨重机械,我欣喜地在雪地里撇着小脚歪歪扭扭地前进,摔倒后再慢慢爬起,不哭也不闹,如果看见有微笑的姐姐走过便睁大眼睛向她笑,姐姐自然会抱我起来。也是在这样不断地跌倒中,在与大地的零距离接触中,能够稳妥的走路。
When I was a toddler, it was winter. My business was very hot at home. My mother dressed me like a heavy machine in three of the three. I was glad to walk in the snow with my little feet askew. After falling down, I slowly climbed up without crying or making any noise. If I saw a smiling sister passing by, I would open my eyes and smile at her. My sister would naturally hold me up. It is also in such a continuous fall, in zero distance contact with the earth, to be able to walk safely.
9岁,看着门外的那辆自行车心里直痒痒,于是我推着自行车从学校大门口的小滑坡上一遍一遍地往下冲,看着亲切的水泥地我从不害怕,因此也没怎么摔过跤。一天梦里突然发现自己会骑车了,第二天早晨慌忙去操练,轮子“唧唧”地转动着,如同我的梦缤纷闪耀。
At the age of 9, I was tickling when I saw the bicycle outside the gate. So I pushed my bike down from the small landslide at the gate of the school. I was never afraid when I saw the kind cement, so I didn't fall very much. One day, I suddenly found that I could ride a bike. The next morning, I hurried to practice. The wheel "chirped" and turned, just like my dream.
成长中已搬过好几次家,童年的大盆子,小树苗早已不知去向,膝盖和胳膊上的伤痕也早已淡去。不久前看岩井俊二的电影,女主角向着大山高喊“你好吗?”然后轻轻地倒在雪地里,一片白色,一片凄迷,那一刻我的梦似乎又开始灼放起来,像满天的焰火,明亮而耀眼。
I have moved home several times in my growing up. The big pots and small saplings of my childhood have disappeared, and the scars on my knees and arms have faded. Not long ago, when I saw the movie of Juner Iwai, the heroine shouted to Dashan, "how are you?" Then I gently fell into the snow, a white, a melancholy, at that moment my dream seemed to start burning again, like fireworks, bright and dazzling.
俯下身去闻见一阵泥土的芬芳,疼会继续,伤也不会停止,只是在与大地的一次次亲密接触中已慢慢学会淡然与微笑。
Lean down to smell the fragrance of the earth, the pain will continue, the injury will not stop, but in a close contact with the earth has slowly learned to be indifferent and smile.
脚踏一方大地,我会努力撑起一方蓝天。
Step on one side of the earth, I will try to support one side of the blue sky.
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