好帖,我也是从那个时代过来的,我把他写成了英文诗,留在我的诗集里,作为一种对过去时光的回忆。我把这首诗贴在这里。
Childhood memory
David Du
The moonlight shines on my grey hair tonight,
bring me back to the past.
Noodle soup is only eight coins,
Seaweed jelly only five,
A pair of eyes is a sun glow in the sea——a girl's eyes.
she sells seaweed and noodle soup after class to support her
family.
Her mother lies in bed for many years,
she is my neighbor.
The boat of memory brings me back to my hometown.
Snowfall is coming,
We play a game,
It's not snowman,
It's a special game that belongs to our age.
We move a wood piece from the street to the curb,
My hands are frosted. My fingers look like carrots,
But I was very happy
when I won a lot of wood.
I have enough materials to light the stove,
To warm my mother and father and younger brother.
Tonight while watching the moon in Canada,
My memory goes back to the other land,
There, a moon shines as if here,
There, a sea waves as if here.
but the interest of my childhood has gone,
Drifting,drifting,drifting.
No longer do I hear my father's voice,
His distinct accent and ten coins jiggling in his pocket,
No longer do I hear my mother's step,
she ran between workshop and home to cook us meals.
No longer does life have scenery.
A boy took one coin to buy a piece of candy and stood by the
counter,
To appreciate the beautiful lady
who sold the groceries.
Goodbye, my childhood,
No matter pretty or Ugly,
Goodbye, my childhood,
No matter boring or interesting,
whether a story or game,
Tonight it becomes radar
reflecting my brain deeply,
Shining,shining,shining.
这是我的诗集中的一首描写我的童年的诗,童年玩得最多的游戏就是这首诗中描述的:赢木头。拿一块木头将放在马路上的另一块木头捣到马路沿上,不能用手,谁捣上去这块木头,木头就归谁,那时青岛冬天很冷,煤要凭证购买,数量有限,主要取暖靠木柴,或者上山搞点干草、松子,我每天放学都在街上玩这个游戏,就为了给家里多搞点引火柴。后来把手冻伤,一到冬天就容易犯冻疮。,那时正好上映海霞,是吴海燕主演的,也是情窦初开吧,拿着家里给的一分钱去百货大楼买一块糖,然后就站在柜台看那售货员,因为她长得太像吴海燕了。我把这段经历写成诗,也算是对童年的一种回忆。是的,那时我们没有wifi,我们有我们的玩法,一样很嗨。楼上说的那些游戏,除了跳皮筋、跳房这些女孩子的游戏没玩,男孩子的游戏全玩过,还有叠飞机、放风筝、滚铁环、拿家里拉东西的滑车,(一块木板,下面装两排滑轮,前面带一根绳子,用来拉媒、粮、白菜),还有打游击,(那时正好放映渡江侦察记,闪闪的红星)等等。人生如梦呀,一转眼已经离下一次轮回不远了!