<p class="ql-block">大家早上好，無論你在哪里，或者下午好，或者晚上好。這是艾倫。Alan 又在和你溝通了。我有一個(gè)小故事要講給你。你, 取決于你在這個(gè)美麗的地球上生活了多久。隨著我們年齡的增長，很多人隨著年齡的增長，比如說60， 65以上。他們開始<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">回憶</span>和回想他們年輕時(shí)候的人生，他們做過的事情，他們擁有過的美好的事物， 他們認(rèn)識(shí)的人。。。</p><p class="ql-block">他們開始寫作，他們開始嘗試<span style="color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">捕捉 </span>所有這些?；蛟S是為了他們的孩子或者孫子和子子孫孫，將來他們可能有興趣了解另一個(gè)時(shí)代的情況以及<span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">當(dāng)時(shí)的生活是如何的，</span><span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">以上，這是我在引導(dǎo)你進(jìn)入這個(gè)故事</span>。</p><p class="ql-block">這個(gè)故事叫做《我記憶中的小女孩》作者是一名叫大衛(wèi)的中國紳士。朗讀者當(dāng)然是我自己——阿倫，所以我希望你會(huì)覺得這是一個(gè)很有趣的故事。讓我們開始吧。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Good morning wherever you are or good afternoon or good evening, everybody. This is Alan, who is communicating with you again. I got a bit of a story coming up for you. You depend on how long you have been walking this beautiful earth. As you, as we get older a lot of people as they get older, saying pass 60, 65 onwards. They start to <span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">reminisce</span> and think back about their life when they were young, the things they did, the good things they had, people they knew…</p><p class="ql-block">And they start to write, they start to try and <span style="color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">capture</span> it for maybe their children or grandchildren or grandgrandchildren who might in the future be interested to know what things were like in another time and <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">how life was lived at that time</span>, so yes, <span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">that's just a lead up to the story of I am just open up for you.</span> </p><p class="ql-block">This story is called 《The Little Girl in my memory》The author is a Chinese gentleman called Da Wei. The reader, of course, it's myself Alan, so I hope you find this of interesting and here we go.</p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">記憶中的小女孩 <span style="font-size:18px;">The little girl in my memory</span></p><p class="ql-block">原著作者: Author : Dawei </p><p class="ql-block">朗讀： Reader : Alan </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The little girl in my memory</p><p class="ql-block"> When I was very young, so young that I can't remember exactly how old I was, my parents sent me to live with my grandmother. In my memory, it was a green mountain covered with trees, and at the foot of the hill was a clear and flowing river. My grandmother lived<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);"> in the folds of </span>this big mountain.</p><p class="ql-block">我小的時(shí)候，小到我已記不清那是幾歲，我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一個(gè)長滿了綠樹的青山，山下便是濤濤而清澈的河水，外婆就生活在這片大山的<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">皺褶之中</span>。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> At that time, I hadn't started school yet. In my memory, it was a very <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">poor era</span>. Every day, the food was simple and limited: a bowl of corn porridge and a corn bun.</p><p class="ql-block">那個(gè)時(shí)候我還沒有上學(xué)，在我的記憶里，那是一個(gè)非常<span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">貧苦的年代</span>，每天的食物單一而有限，一碗玉米糊粥和一個(gè)玉米窩頭。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> One evening, some children were playing on the street in front of the house. This was the happiest time of the day. At that moment, a little boy came out of a house in the inner courtyard. He had a round, white and fat face, and we all called him "Little Landlord" behind his back. </p><p class="ql-block"> 有一天傍晚，小伙伴們?cè)陂T前的街道上玩耍，這是一天里最快樂的時(shí)光。這時(shí)，從里院的一戶人家里，走出一個(gè)小男孩，白白凈凈的一張小圓臉，我們背后都叫他"小地主”。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">He was holding a green cucumber and eating it as he walked to us. The children immediately stopped playing and looked at his hand, his mouth, and finally at the cucumber. Seeing a cucumber in this season was beyond the children's imagination. Maybe This was the first cucumber of the spring, but he just held it and ate it casually. To the children, this was <span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">unimaginable</span>.</p><p class="ql-block">他手里拿著一根綠色的黃瓜，邊走邊吃向我們靠攏過來，孩子們立刻停止了玩耍，眼睛齊刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上，最后目光集中在那根黃瓜上。在這個(gè)季節(jié)里，能看到黃瓜出乎了孩子們的想象，這大概是這個(gè)春天的第一根黃瓜，他卻拿在手里隨便吃掉，隨意而從容，在孩子們看來<span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">不可思議</span>。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Just then, a middle-aged woman came out of the house. She was tall and fair with short hair reaching her ears. My memory of her is <span style="color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">only this vague</span> because it's not as deep as that of the cucumber. </p><p class="ql-block">就在這時(shí)，又從屋子里走出一個(gè)中年婦人，高個(gè)白皙，齊耳短發(fā)，我記憶的輪廓<span style="color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">只能這樣粗略</span>了，因?yàn)閷?duì)她的記憶遠(yuǎn)不如那個(gè)黃瓜深刻。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">From the idle chat of my grandmothers, I knew that the woman couldn't have children and the boy was adopted from afar. This was no secret among the neighbours. Because they had no children and their family conditions were good, the boy was treated like he was in a honey pot when he came to their home, and was raised plump and fair, thus earning the name "Little Landlord".</p><p class="ql-block">平時(shí)聽外婆們閑聊，知道這女人不能生育，孩子是在遠(yuǎn)方領(lǐng)養(yǎng)過來的，這在鄰居中已不是秘密。因她家沒有孩子，家庭條件又好，小男孩到了她家就像是掉進(jìn)了蜜罐里，養(yǎng)的白白胖胖，因此得名"小地主‘’。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Just as the woman reached the boy, a girl younger than me suddenly stepped forward and said in a low and timid voice, "Auntie, do you still want a little girl?" The girl lowered her head as she spoke. The woman froze for a moment, staring straight at the girl. After a long while, she bent down and patted the boy's clothes as if to dust them off, then took his hand and turned back into the house.</p><p class="ql-block"> 就在那婦人走到男孩身邊時(shí)，有個(gè)比我小一些的女孩，忽然走上前去，喃喃的說：‘’阿姨，你家還要小女孩嗎？"女孩說著低下了頭，聲音很小而怯懦，但我聽的很清晰。那婦人瞬間愣住，眼睛直直的看著女孩，很久，才彎腰拍了拍男孩的衣服，像是在拍塵土，然后拉著男孩，轉(zhuǎn)身回屋里去了。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> The girl stood there without moving, I was not moving either. She still had her head down, and I couldn't see her expression, only the<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);"> two small braids </span>slightly raised on her head. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I knew that her family had many children and lived a very poor life.</p><p class="ql-block">那女孩站在那里沒有動(dòng)，我也沒有動(dòng)，她仍然低著頭，我看不見她的表情，只能看到她頭上微微翹起的<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">兩顆小辮</span>，我不知道她在想什么，但我知道，她家孩子多，生活過得很貧苦。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Not many of my childhood memories remain, and I can't even remember the girl's name. Now I'm over sixty years old. I wonder how that little girl is doing now? Has she lived the life <span style="color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">she longed for</span>?</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"> 童年的記憶殘留不多，甚至女孩的名字也記不起了。如今我已是年過半百的老人，不知道當(dāng)年的那個(gè)小女孩如今怎么樣了？她是否過上了她</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">渴望的生活</span><span style="font-size:18px;">？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> Maybe as I get older, my emotions become more <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">fragile</span>. Every time I think of that girl's back, I can't help but <span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">shed tears</span>. Not for anything else, just for <span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">the deep scar</span><span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);"> </span>that poverty left on the tender hearts of the children.</p><p class="ql-block"> 也許老之將至，情感也越發(fā)的<span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">脆弱</span>，每每想起當(dāng)年那個(gè)女孩的背影，便會(huì)<span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">潸然淚下</span>??。不為別的，只為那段貧苦在孩子們稚嫩的心靈上-----留下的<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">那道深深的傷痕</span>。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">@@@@@@@@@@</span></p> <p class="ql-block"> 我小的時(shí)候，小到我已記不清那是幾歲，我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一個(gè)長滿了綠樹的青山，山下便是濤濤而清澈的河水，外婆就生活在這片大山的皺褶之中。</p><p class="ql-block"> 那個(gè)時(shí)候我還沒有上學(xué)，在我的記憶里，那是一個(gè)非常貧苦的年代，每天的食物單一而有限，一碗玉米糊粥和一個(gè)玉米窩頭。</p><p class="ql-block"> 有一天傍晚，小伙伴們?cè)陂T前的街道上玩耍，這是一天里最快樂的時(shí)光。這時(shí)，從里院的一戶人家里，走出一個(gè)小男孩，白白凈凈的一張小圓臉，我們背后都叫他"小地主”。他手里拿著一根綠色的黃瓜，邊走邊吃向我們靠攏過來，孩子們立刻停止了玩耍，眼睛齊刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上，最后目光集中在那根黃瓜上。在這個(gè)季節(jié)里，能看到黃瓜出乎了孩子們的想象，這大概是這個(gè)春天的第一根黃瓜，他卻拿在手里隨便吃掉，隨意而從容，在孩子們看來不可思議。就在這時(shí)，又從屋子里走出一個(gè)中年婦人，高個(gè)白皙，齊耳短發(fā)，我記憶的輪廓只能這樣粗略了，因?yàn)閷?duì)她的記憶遠(yuǎn)不如那個(gè)黃瓜深刻。平時(shí)聽外婆們閑聊，知道這女人不能生育，孩子是在遠(yuǎn)方領(lǐng)養(yǎng)過來的，這在鄰居中已不是秘密。因她家沒有孩子，家庭條件又好，小男孩到了她家就像是掉進(jìn)了蜜罐里，養(yǎng)的白白胖胖，因此得名"小地主‘’。</p><p class="ql-block"> 就在那婦人走到男孩身邊時(shí)，有個(gè)比我小一些的女孩，忽然走上前去，喃喃的說：‘’阿姨，你家還要小女孩嗎？"女孩說著低下了頭，聲音很小而怯懦，但我聽的很清晰。那婦人瞬間愣住，眼睛直直的看著女孩，很久，才彎腰拍了拍男孩的衣服，像是在拍塵土，然后拉著男孩，轉(zhuǎn)身回屋里去了。</p><p class="ql-block"> 那女孩站在那里沒有動(dòng)，我也沒有動(dòng)，她仍然低著頭，我看不見她的表情，只能看到她頭上微微翹起的兩顆小辮，我不知道她在想什么，但我知道，她家孩子多，生活過得很貧苦。</p><p class="ql-block"> 童年的記憶殘留不多，甚至女孩的名字也記不起了。如今我已是年過半百的老人，不知道當(dāng)年的那個(gè)小女孩如今怎么樣了？她是否過上了她渴望的生活？</p><p class="ql-block"> 也許老之將至，情感也越發(fā)的脆弱，每每想起當(dāng)年那個(gè)女孩的背影，便會(huì)潸然淚下。不為別的，只為那段貧苦在孩子們稚嫩的心靈上-----留下的那道深深的傷痕。</p>