我在雨中捞月亮.docVIP

我在雨中捞月亮 　　青　萍／文　甄春亮／译 　　 　　南方让我留恋的只有那温柔的忧郁的雨……我固执地认为这南方的雨同我一样,漂泊在异乡哭泣#65377; 　　这条古朴的巷,被笼在迷蒙的雨雾中,让我恍如走进戴望舒的《雨巷》那种诗境里,这里可会飘过一个丁香样的姑娘,她可是“默默行着,冷漠#65380;凄清又惆怅……” 　　我低着头,想着那个丁香般的姑娘,任雨肆意飘在我身上#65377; 　　忽然我意识到有人在扯我的衣角,我抬头看见一个小小的女孩七八岁的样子,她正仰着脸,不顾那细雨,那双眼睛正被雨濡湿,让我疑心可是那夏夜的星躲入那长长的睫毛下面#65377;我温柔地向她笑笑,童稚的语音已响起#65377; 　　“姐姐,你可是要在南方捞月亮?” 　　我笑了,八成小姑娘刚学了课本《捞月亮》,于是我逗她:“小妹妹,你看姐姐像猴子吗?”我挤挤眼做鬼脸#65377; 　　“不像,可是老师说来南方打工是捞月亮呢!”小女孩认真地说着,小辫翘着,被雨沾得黑亮黑亮的#65377; 　　“你怎么知道姐姐是要来‘捞月亮’?”我好奇的又很认真地问她#65377; 　　小女孩用手指指前面不远的工厂,那是我刚走出的地方#65377; 　　“书上写月亮一碰就碎了,我想它一定不好捞……”小姑娘说着,用手在兜里掏什么#65377; 　　“这个,送给你#65377;”那是一张白白的圆纸片,那个圆不是很规则,甚至还有一个小小的豁口儿,小姑娘说是在手工课上做的“月亮”,下次她会做个更好的送给我#65377;(下转第37页) 　　(上接第35页) 　　雨仍然飘着,那月亮欲透未透,很美很美,我虔诚地接过那枚“月亮”,拥紧了她小小的身子#65377;我想我的笔是太拙了,我竟无法写出那一刻小女孩带给我的巨大震撼#65377; 　　“丁丁――”一个母亲的声音传来#65377; 　　小女孩给了我一个天使般的笑,转身向那拐角处奔去,消失了#65377; 　　“在南方捞月亮#65377;”是的,捞一个梦想,也许你什么都得不到,可是生命中只要有了希望你就不能轻言放弃#65377;我捧住了一个圣洁的希望#65377; 　　于是每当雨夜,我就会想起那个叫“丁丁”的小女孩,想起那雨中的月亮#65377; 　　In the South the only thing I cannot bear to part is the gentle melancholy rain, which I obstinately think resembles me, an aimless wanderer weeping in an unknown place. 　　Walking in an ancient, simple lane shrouded in the hazy rain one day, I seemed to be returning to the setting of Dai Wangshu＇s poem 《A Lane in the Rain》 and I wondered if a lilac-like girl, indifferent, lonely and disconsolate, would appear before my eyes. 　　Lowering my head, I thought about the girl, unaware of the falling rain. 　　Suddenly I felt a tug at the edge of my coat. I raised my head and spotted a girl of seven or eight years old looking up at me, her eyes, already wet in the drizzle, making me doubt if they were two summer night stars hidden under her long eye-lash. I gently smiled at her and a childish voice came,“Are you here in the South fishing up the moon?” 　　I beamed on her, thinking she must have learned the text 《Monkeys Fish Up The Moon》. So I pulled faces at her and teasingly asked,“Do you think I look like a monkey?” 　　“No,you don＇t.