<p class="ql-block">這首詩讓我想起深愛一生的父母。他們都是彼此的初戀。他們小學(xué)就認(rèn)識(shí)，都是學(xué)校里最拔尖的學(xué)生。彼此敬佩和愛慕了一生。</p><p class="ql-block">?媽媽2007年不幸得了癌癥，她努力跟癌癥抗?fàn)幜?4年。記得有一次她跟我說：媽媽累了，要不是心疼你爸爸，不舍得他一個(gè)人，我早就放棄了。</p><p class="ql-block">?媽媽與癌癥抗?fàn)幍倪@些年，爸爸一直陪伴左右。從一個(gè)不拘小節(jié)的理工男，轉(zhuǎn)變?yōu)榧?xì)心操持家務(wù)的家庭主夫，甚至成為了半專業(yè)的護(hù)理員，默默支撐起這個(gè)家，無怨無悔地照顧了媽媽14年。</p><p class="ql-block">?媽媽彌留之際，爸爸俯身親吻媽媽，輕聲對(duì)她說：守業(yè)，你看你還是那么漂亮，我愛你！????</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">?<b><i>??朗讀者：Sandy Zhang</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>?</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">《老 了》 </p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">作者：江一郎</p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">老了, 牙齒沒了</p><p class="ql-block">沒牙的糟老頭子 和沒牙的老婆子</p><p class="ql-block">讓我們走吧 到鄉(xiāng)下去</p><p class="ql-block">在有山有水的鄉(xiāng)下</p><p class="ql-block">買塊好地 種什么都行</p><p class="ql-block">什么都種不動(dòng)了 就讓它荒著</p><p class="ql-block">草 愿長多高 就多高</p><p class="ql-block">花 愿開多野 就多野</p><p class="ql-block">這是屬于<我們的>土地</p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">老了走不動(dòng)了，去小溪邊坐坐吧</p><p class="ql-block">溪水叮咚</p><p class="ql-block">多么美好的人和事</p><p class="ql-block">就這樣被它帶走嘍</p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">要是你有點(diǎn)傷感</p><p class="ql-block">我就 陪著你一起傷感</p><p class="ql-block">要是 你懷念初戀</p><p class="ql-block">我們相擁著 懷念初戀， </p><p class="ql-block">用沒有牙的嘴 再一次 親吻</p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">老了，都老了，</p><p class="ql-block">天上的風(fēng)~吹去流云</p><p class="ql-block">像吹去從前的欲望~~</p><p class="ql-block">暮色徐徐降臨</p><p class="ql-block">親愛的老頭子</p><p class="ql-block">我要~挨著你睡了</p><p class="ql-block">如果 /我長眠不醒</p><p class="ql-block">你不要搖著我的身體 哭到太陽升起</p><p class="ql-block">把我埋了吧 ~ 啊</p><p class="ql-block">埋在我們自己的土地里, 并懇請(qǐng)土地能夠?qū)⒛阋彩樟?lt;/p><p class="ql-block">------</p><p class="ql-block">我們一生熱愛土地</p><p class="ql-block">死了，就讓我們的白骨赤裸裸地 摟著</p><p class="ql-block">摟著，如同~我們一生一世/不曾分開的幸福</p><p class="ql-block">一萬年，（一萬年）還愛著……</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>?</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>???朗讀者：Sandy Zhang</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>?</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>Old</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i>By Jiang Yilang</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">?</p><p class="ql-block">Old now, no teeth left. </p><p class="ql-block">A toothless old man, and a toothless old woman. </p><p class="ql-block">Come on, let’s go— </p><p class="ql-block">Out to the countryside, </p><p class="ql-block">Find a nice little plot, </p><p class="ql-block">Grow whatever we can—or nothing at all. </p><p class="ql-block">When we can’t even grow a thing, </p><p class="ql-block">Let it be wild. </p><p class="ql-block">Grass can grow as high as it wants, </p><p class="ql-block">Flowers, bloom wherever they like. </p><p class="ql-block">This land—it’s ours. </p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">When we can’t walk anymore, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll sit by the creek. </p><p class="ql-block">Hear that water? </p><p class="ql-block">“Ding-dong, ding-dong”— </p><p class="ql-block">Carrying away all the beautiful things, </p><p class="ql-block">All the beautiful people. </p><p class="ql-block">If you feel sad, </p><p class="ql-block">I’ll sit here and feel sad with you. </p><p class="ql-block">If you start missing your first love, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll hug, </p><p class="ql-block">And we’ll think about it together. </p><p class="ql-block">With these toothless old mouths, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll kiss again. </p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">We’re old now. So old. </p><p class="ql-block">The wind in the sky— </p><p class="ql-block">It’s blowing the clouds away, </p><p class="ql-block">Like it’s blowing away everything we used to want. </p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">The evening’s falling, slow and quiet. </p><p class="ql-block">Hey, old man, </p><p class="ql-block">I’m going to lie down next to you now. </p><p class="ql-block">If I don’t wake up tomorrow, </p><p class="ql-block">Don’t shake me, </p><p class="ql-block">Don’t cry till morning comes. </p><p class="ql-block">Just bury me—yeah, right here, </p><p class="ql-block">In our land. </p><p class="ql-block">And ask the earth, </p><p class="ql-block">Kindly, to take you too. </p><p class="ql-block">?</p><p class="ql-block">We’ve loved this land our whole lives. </p><p class="ql-block">When we’re gone, let our bare old bones </p><p class="ql-block">Hold onto each other, </p><p class="ql-block">Just like we’ve done all our years. </p><p class="ql-block">Ten thousand years, </p><p class="ql-block">Even ten thousand more— </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll still be holding on.</p>