棺材是两个,一大一小。大的是她,小的是祖父。祖父的棺材里只放了他的一套衣服。他要和奶奶合葬,用他的衣冠。灵桌上的照片也是两个人的,放在一起却有些怪异:祖父还停留在二十八岁,奶奶已经是八十三岁了。
I would rather say when that day eventually arrived we were not so sorrowful as imagined, also, the traditional custom didn’t allow too much sadness. She passed away at the age of 83, that was an enviable life span. As for her death, it seemed like an occasion on which the funeral turned to be a celebration. A number of relatives came, they cried on the funeral but then we ate, slept and chatted, as normal. Every time when my sister was about to go to sleep she said to the coffin, “Good night, grandma.”
And then she turned back to us, “Grandma loves us she will surly let us have some sleep.”
We laughed and agreed, as if our grandma were still around us.
There were two coffins, grandma slept in the bigger one while the smaller one was for my grandpa, not his body, but some of his old clothes. In his will several decades ago he told his family if he became a missing corpse in the war, he would be buried with his wife after she passed away, using his clothes to represent his body.
The photos of the couple put on the table also looked strange. My grandma was 83 while my grandpa was always at the age of 28, for all the past half a century.
我看着一小一大两个棺材。它们不像是夫妻,而像是母子。我看着灵桌上一青一老两张照片。也不像是夫妻,而是母子。为什么啊?为什么每当面对祖母的时候,我就会有这种身份错乱的感觉?会觉得父亲是她的孩子,母亲是她的孩子,就连祖父都变成了她的孩子?不,不止这些,我甚至觉得村庄里的每一个人,走在城市街道上的每一个人都像是她的孩子。仿佛每一个人都可以做她的孩子,她的怀抱适合每个人。
我甚至觉得,我们每一个人的样子里,都有她,她的样子里,也有我们每一个人。
与此同时,她其实,也是我们每一个人的'孩子。
I stared at the two coffins, they didn’t look like those belonging to a couple, but more likely to be a mother and her son. Then I saw the photos on the table, they also seemed to be mother and son. Why? Why I had the feeling of strange identity disorder when I stood in front of my grandma? I always felt my father and mother, now together with my grandpa, were all her children, even anyone in the village and anyone walking past the streets were her children. It seemed that her embrace could warm everyone in the world.
I even had the feeling that everyone of us can identify the parts of faces and bodies which are inherited from her, our appearances have something similar to hers more or less. She was everyone’s mother.
At the same time, when she died but we continue to grow old, she became a child of us to some extent.
我的祖母已经远去。可我越来越清楚地知道:我和她的真正间距从来就不是太宽。无论年龄,还是生死。如一条河,我在此,她在彼。我们构成了河的两岸。当她堤石坍塌顺流而下的时候,我也已经泅到对岸,自觉地站在了她的旧址上。
我必须在她的根里成长,她必须在我的身体里复现,如同我和我的孩子, 我的孩子和我孩子的孩子,所有人的孩子和所有人孩子的孩子。
活着这件事变成了最慢。生命将因此而更加简约,博大,丰美,深邃和慈悲。
My grandma had left us. However, I know very clearly that the distance between she and I is always short. We are closed as we were, no matter what happens. The life and death are like two sides of a river, I am here and she is beyond the river. When her soul float downstream and disappear in my sight I know I will swim across the water and stand on where she once stayed.
I must grow inside her root system, she must reappear inside my body, like my daughter, like my granddaughter, like the child of everyone.
Living on earth is a slow process. Life is simple, deep, beautiful and full of kindness.
第二年,那个人又种葫芦了。他想去年的葫芦都被蚜虫吃光了,今年我一定要把葫芦给种出来!每天,他给小葫芦捉虫,葫芦叶上再也看不见虫子了。可是葫芦藤下面的草在慢慢长高。他看到长高的小草心里想,让它长好了,反正对葫芦也没事。不久,葫芦吸收不到营养了,长出来的葫芦又小又黄。没过几天,变黄的葫芦掉在草地上。
一位小学生在完成一份试卷时,他遇到了这样一个填空题:“雪化了变成——”。经过思考,他在试卷的空格内写下了这样的两个字:“春天”。
返还试卷的日子到了。当这位同学拿到自己的试卷的时候,他看到在他写的“春天”两个字的上面划了一个大大的红“×”!
他去问老师。老师告诉他说:“应该填‘水’字,因为‘水’字才是唯一的标准答案。”
不知道你看到这个故事之后作何感想,反正我当时是感慨万千的。在这里,我不想评价这位老师的对与错,我只是想就这道填空题的答案做出进一步的探讨。
毫无疑问,无论是从物质形态化的角度看,还是从“眼见为实,耳听为虚”的角度看,“雪化了变成水”都是非常正确的,都是非常符合客观实际的,这恐怕就是一些人把它作为“唯一的标准答案”的重要原因。你的.答案与“标准答案”不一致,那么错误的就只能是你了。但是,“雪化了”就只能“变成水”吗就只有“变成水”这一条路可走吗我看未必!它还可以变成水蒸气的呀!从科学的角度讲,你能说“水蒸气”这个答案是错误的吗显然不能。
其实,“雪化了变成春天”这一答案并没有什么大的不妥与不当之处,“冰雪融化”、“草木发芽”,这不正是“春天来了”的标志吗随着“雪”的融化,“春天”悄悄来了,给人的感觉可不就是“春天是由雪融化变成的”嘛!如此说来,类似的答案还有许许多多:雪化了变成碧绿的小草;雪化了变成白云朵朵;雪化了变成满天的风筝;雪化了变成百鸟争鸣……显然,这些答案与“雪化了变成春天”这个答案一样,不仅都非常富有想象力、非常富有诗意,而且都是无比正确的。
许多事实证明,决定事物正确答案数量的不是“传统观念”,也不是我们的主观意志,而是我们观察事物的角度和事物本身的发展与变化,站在不同的角度去观察同一个事物,或者观察正在发展变化中的事物,你一定会得出不同的“结论”,这就是“横看成岭侧成峰,远近高低各不同”。事物的正确答案绝对没有那么简单、那么单一,答案往往是丰富多彩的。
第二年的春天,那个人又去院子里种葫芦了,播下种子后,过了几天,种子发芽了,他就细心地浇水、施肥。没过几天,细长的胡芦藤上长满了绿叶,开出了一朵朵雪白的小花,花谢以后,长出了一个个像“8”字形的小葫芦,葫芦小小的',真可爱呀!
有一天,那个人看见叶子上有蚜虫,他想:万一它吃光了叶子,那小葫芦就长不大了,
马上去拿药水来喷蚜虫,那个人就这样每天看看叶子上有没有蚜虫,最后,葫芦长大了,叶子上到处一片碧绿,不像上次那样后悔了,那个人脸上露出了满意的笑容。
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