Bing Xin

作品原文 冰心《相思》 躲开相思， 披上裘儿 走出灯明人静的屋子。 小径里明月相窥， 枯枝——— 在雪地上 又纵横的写遍了相思。 英文译文 Thoughts of Love To flee from thoughts of love, I threw on a fur-lined gown, And walked from the bright, bleak room. The moon came peeping down the garden path. The withered branches, Criss-cross on the snowy ground, Scribbled thoughts of love.

作品原文 冰心 《雪雨时候的星辰》 寒暑表降到冰点下十八度的时候，我们也是在廊下睡觉。每夜最熟识的就是天上的星辰了。也不过是点点闪烁的光明，而相看惯了，偶然不见，也有些想望与无聊。 连夜雨雪，一点星光都看不见。荷和我拥衾对坐，在廊子的两角，遥遥谈话。 荷指着说：“你看维纳斯（Venus）升起来了！”我抬头望时，却是山路转折处的路灯。我怡然一笑，也指着对山的一星灯火说：“那边是丘比特（Jupiter）呢！” 愈指愈多。松林中射来零乱的风灯，都成了满天星宿。真的，雪花隙里，看不出来天空和森林的界限，将繁灯当作繁星，简直是抵得过。 一念至诚的将假作真，灯光似乎都从地上飘起。这幻成的星光，都不移动，不必半夜梦醒时，再去追寻他们的位置。 于是雨雪寂寞之夜，也有了慰安了！ 英文译文 Stars on a Snowy Night Bing Xin The thermometer had dropped to 18 degrees below zero, but we still choose to sleep in the porch as usual. In the evening, the most familiar sight to me would be stars in the sky. Though they were only sprinkle of twinkling dots, yet I had become so accustomed to them that their occasional absence would bring me loneliness and ennui. It had been snowing all night, not a single star in sight. My roommate and I, each wrapped in a quilt, were seated far apart in a different corner of the porch, facing each other and chatting away. She exclaimed pointing to something afar, "Look, Venus is rising!" I looked up and saw nothing but a lamp round the bend in a mountain path. I beamed and said pointing to a tiny lamplight on the opposite mountain, "It's Jupiter over there!" More and more lights came into sight as we kept pointing here and there. Lights from hurricane lamps flickering about in the pine forest created the scene of a star-studded sky. With the distinction between sky and forest obscured by snowflakes,…

作品原文 冰心 《笑》 雨声渐渐的住了，窗帘后隐隐的透进清光来。推开窗户一看，呀！凉云散了，树叶上的残滴，映著月儿，好似萤光千点，闪 闪烁烁的动着。……真没想到苦雨孤灯之后，会有这么一幅清美的图画！ 凭窗站了一会儿，微微的觉得凉意侵入。转过身来，忽然眼花缭乱，屋子里的别的东西，都隐在光云里；一片幽辉，只浸着墙上画中的安琪儿。……这白衣的安琪儿，抱着花儿，扬着翅儿，向着我微微的笑。 “这笑容仿佛在那儿看见过似的，什么时候，我曾……” 我不知不觉的便坐在窗口下想，……默默的想。 严闭的心幕，慢慢的拉开了，涌出五年前的一个印象。……一条很长的古道。驴脚下的泥，兀自滑滑的。田沟里的水，潺潺的流着。近村的绿树，都笼在湿烟里。弓儿似的新月，挂在树梢。一边走着，似乎道旁有一个孩子，抱着一堆灿白的东西。驴儿过去了，无意中回头一看。……他抱着花儿，赤着脚儿，向着我微微的笑。 “这笑容又仿佛是哪儿看见过似的！” 我仍是想……默默的想。 又现出一重心幕来，也慢慢的拉开了，涌出十年前的一个印象。……茅檐下的雨水，一滴一滴的落到衣上来。土阶边的水泡儿，泛来泛去的乱转。门前的麦垅和葡萄架子，都濯得新黄嫩绿的非常鲜丽。……一会儿好容易雨晴了，连忙走下坡儿去。迎头看见月儿从海面上来了，猛然记得有件东西忘下了，站住了，回过头来。这茅屋里的老妇人……她倚着门儿，抱着花儿，向着我微微的笑。 这同样微妙的神情，好似游丝一般，飘飘漾漾的合了拢来，绾在一起。 这时心下光明澄静，如登仙境，如归故里。眼前浮现的三个笑容，一时融化在爱的调和里看不分明了。 英文译文 Smile Bing Xin As the rain gradually ceased to patter, a glimmer of light began to filter into the room through the window curtain. I opened the window and looked out. Ah, the rain clouds had vanished and the remaining raindrops on the tree leaves glistened tremulously under the moonlight like myriads of fireflies. To think that there should appear before my eyes such a beautiful sight after the miserable rain on a lovely evening. Standing at the window for a while, I felt a bit chilly. As I turned round, my eyes suddenly dazzled before the bright light and could not see things distinctly. Everything in the room was blurred by the haze of light except the angel in a picture on the wall. The angel in white was smiling on me with a bunch of flowers in his arms, his wings flapping. "I seem to have seen the same smile before. When was that?..."Before I knew, I had sunk into the chair under the window, lost in meditation. A scene of five years ago slowly unveiled before my mind's eye. It was a…

作品原文 冰心 《话说短文》 也许是我的精、气、神都江堰市不足吧，不但自己写不出长的东西，人读一本刊物时，也总是先挑短的看，不论是小说、散文或是其他的文学形式，最后才看长的。 我总觉得，凡是为了非倾吐不可而写的作品，都是充满了真情实感的。反之，只是为写作而写作，如上之为应付编辑朋友，一之为多拿稿费，这类文章大都是尽量地往长里写，结果是即便的一点点的感情，也被冲洗到水分太多、淡而无味的地步。 当由一个人物，一桩事迹，一幅画面而发生的真情实感，向你袭来的时候，它就像一根扎到你心尖上的长针，一阵卷到你面前的怒潮，你只能用最真切、最简练的文字，才能描画出你心尖上的那一阵剧痛和你面前的那一霎惊惶！ 我们伟大的祖国，是有写短文的文学传统的。那部包括上下数千年的《古文观止》，“上起东周，下迄明末，共选辑文章220篇”有几篇是长的？如杜牧的《阿房宫赋》，韩愈的《祭十二郎文》等等，哪一篇不是短而充满了真情实感？今人的巴金的《随感录》，不也是一个实例吗？ 英文译文 A Chat about Short Essays Bing Xin Perhaps due to my failing energies, not only have I refrained from writing anything long, but also, in reading a magazine, for example, I usually finish its shorter pieces of writing first, be they fiction, prose or any other forms of literature, before going on to the longer ones. I always believe that anything written with an irresistible inner urge to unbosom oneself must be full of genuine feelings. On the contrary, if one writes simply for the sake of writing—say, to humor one's editor friends, or worse still, to earn more remuneration, one will most probably make his writings unnecessarily long until they become, despite what little feeling they may contain, inflated and wishy-washy. When true emotions aroused by a person, an event or a scene come upon you like a pin pricking your heart or an angry tide surging threateningly before you, all you can do is use the most vivid and succinct language to describe the severe pain in your heart or the momentary feeling of panic caused by the angry tide. Our great motherland is known for its literary tradition of…

作品原文 冰心 《祖父和灯火管制》 一九一一年秋，我们从山东烟台回到福州老家去。在还乡的路上，母亲和父亲一再嘱咐我，“回到福州住在大家庭里，不能再像野孩子似的，一切都要小心。对长辈们不能没大没小的。祖父是一家之主，尤其要尊敬……” 到了福州，在大家庭里住了下来，我觉得我在归途中的担心是多余的。祖父、伯父母、叔父母和堂姐妹兄弟，都没有把我当作野孩子，大家也都很亲昵平等，并没有什么“规矩”。我还觉得我们这个大家庭是几个小家庭的很松散的组合。每个小家庭都是各住各个的，各吃各的，各自有自己的亲戚朋友，比如说，我们就各自有自己的“外婆家”！ 就在这一年，也许是第二年吧，福州有了电灯公司。我们这所大房子里也安上了电灯，这在福州也是一件新鲜事，我们这班孩子跟着安装的工人们满房子跑，非常地兴奋欢喜！我记得这电灯是从房顶上吊下来的，每间屋子都有一盏，厅堂上和客室里的五十支光，卧房里的光小一些，厨房里的就更小了。我们这所大房子里至少也五六十盏灯，第一夜亮起来时，真是灯火辉煌，我们孩子们都拍手欢呼！ 但是总电门是安在祖父的屋里的。祖父起得很早也睡得很早，每晚九点钟就上床了。他上床之前，就把电闸关上，于是整个大家庭就是黑沉沉的一片！ 我们刚回老家，父母亲和他们的兄弟妯娌都有许多别情要叙，我们一班弟兄姐妹，也在一起玩得正起劲，都很少在晚九点以前睡的。为了防备这骤然的黑暗，于是每晚在九点以前，每个小家庭都在一两间屋里，点上一盏捻得很暗的煤油灯。一到九点，电灯一下子都灭了，这几盏煤油灯便都捻亮了，大家相视而笑，又都在灯下谈笑玩耍。只有在这个时候，我才体会到我们这个大家庭是一个整体，而祖父是一家之主！ 英文译文 Grandpa and Nightly Blackout Bing Xin In the autumn of 1911, we returned from Yantai of Shandong Provinceto our native place Fuzhou. While on the way, my parents warned me again andagain, “Since we’ll be living in a big family in Fuzhou, remember always tobehave properly and never act like a naughty child. Show respect for yourelders, particularly your grandpa, who is head of the family…” After settling down in the big family in Fuzhou, however, I foundthat my previous worries on the way turned out to be unfounded. My grandpa,uncles, aunties and cousins never thought me a naughty child. We treated eachother lovingly and equally. There never existed anything like “family rules ofgood behavior”. I also found that the big family was a loose community ofseveral smaller ones, which lived and ate separately. They each had their ownrelatives and friends, for example, their own in-laws. That year, or the year after, Fuzhou began to have its own powercompany and electric lights were to be installed in our big house too. That wassomething new in our home town. We kids, wild with excitement and joy, ran hereand there in the house…

作品原文 冰心 《我的父母之乡》 福建福州永远是我的故乡，虽然我不在那里生长，但它是我的父母之乡！ 到今日为止，我这一生中只回去过两次。第一次是一九一一年，是在冬季。从严冷枯黄的北方归来，看到展现在我眼前的青山碧水，红花绿叶，使我惊讶而欢喜！我觉得我的生命的风帆，已从蔚蓝的海，驶进了碧绿的江。这天我们在闽江口从大船下到小船，驶到大桥头，来接我们的伯父堂兄们把我们包围了起来，他们用乡音和我的父母热烈地交谈。我的五岁的大弟弟悄悄地用山东话问我说：“他们怎么都会说福州话？”因为从来在我们姐弟心里，福州话是最难懂难说的！ 这以后的一年多时间里，我们就过起了福州城市的生活。新年、元宵、端午、中秋……岁时节日，吃的玩的都是十分丰富而有趣。特别是灯节，那时我们家住在南后街，那里是灯市的街，元宵前后，“花市灯如昼”，灯影下人流潮涌，那光明绚丽的情景就说不尽了。 第二次回去，是在一九五六年，也是在冬季。那时还没有鹰厦铁路，我们人大代表团是从江西坐汽车进去的。一路上红土公路，道滑如拭，我还没有看见过土铺的公路，维修得这样平整的！这次我不但到了福州，还到了漳州、泉州、厦门、鼓浪屿……那是祖国的南疆了。在厦门前线，我还从望远镜里看见了金门岛上的行人和牛，看得很清楚…… 回忆中的情景很多，在此就不一一描写了。总之，我很喜欢我的父母之乡。那边是南国风光，山是青的，水是绿的，小溪流更是清可见底！院里四季都有花开。水果是从枇杷、荔枝、龙眼，一直吃到福桔！对一个孩子来说，还有什么比这个更惬意的呢？ 我在故乡走的地方不多，但古迹、侨乡，到处可见，福建华侨，遍于天下。我所到过的亚、非、欧、美各国都见到辛苦创业的福建侨民，握手之余，情溢言表。在他们家里、店里，吃着福州菜，喝着茉莉花茶，使我觉得作为一个福建人是四海都有家的。 我的父母之乡是可爱的。有人从故乡来，或是有朋友新近到福建去过，我都向他们问起福建的近况。他们说：福建比起二十多年前来，进步得不可辨认了。最近呢，农业科学化了，又在植树造林，山岭田地更加郁郁葱葱了。他们都动员我回去看看，我又何尝不想呢？不但我想，在全世界的天涯海角，更不知有多少人在想！我愿和故乡的人，以及普天下的福建侨民，一同在精神和物质文明方面，把故乡建设得更美好！ 英文译文 The Land of My Ancestors Bing Xin Fuzhou of Fujian Province will always be my old home. Though I was brought up elsewhere, Fuzhou is nevertheless the land of my ancestors! As yet, I have been back to Fuzhou no more than twice in my lifetime. I made the first tripe in the winter of 1911. Returned from the bitter cold North with its drab and dried up vegetation, I was amazed and delighted when greeted by the charming scenery of sapphire mountains and emerald rivers as well as red flowers and green leaves. I felt the sailing boat of my life steering its way into the green River after leaving the blue sea behind. At the Minjiang River, we changed from the big ship to a small boat, which took us to Daqiaotou (Big Bridge), where we were met by Uncle and cousins. They gathered round us and talked warmly with my parents in the local dialect. Thereupon, my 5-year-old younger brother whispered in my ear with a Shandong accent, “How come they can all speak the Fuzhou dialect?” We had both thought that the Fuzhou dialect was…

作品原文 冰心 《春的消息》 坐在书桌旁往外看，我的窗外周围只是一座一座的长长方方的宿舍楼，楼与楼之间没有一棵树木！窗前一大片的空地上，历年来堆放着许多长长的生了锈的钢筋——这是为建筑附近几座新宿舍楼用的——真是一片荒凉沉寂。外边看不到什么颜色，我只好在屋子里“创造”些颜色。我在堂屋里挂上绿色的窗帘，铺上绿色的桌布，窗台上摆些朋友送的一品红、仙客来，和孩子们自己种的吊兰。在墙上挂的总理油画前，供上一瓶玫瑰花、菊花、石竹花或十姊妹。那是北方玫瑰花公司应我之请，按着时节，每星期送来的。我的书桌旁边的窗台上摆着一盆朋友送的还没有开过花的君子兰。又是也放上一瓶玫瑰。这一丝丝的绿意，或是说春意吧，都是“慰情聊胜无”的。 我想起我窗前的那片空地，从前堆放钢筋的地方，每到春来，从钢筋的空隙中总会长出十分翠绿的草。夏雨来时，它便怒长起来，蔓延到钢条周围。那勃勃的生机，是钢铁也压不住的。如今，这些钢条都搬走了，又听说我们楼前这一块空地将要种上花草。 前几天，窗外一阵阵的喧哗笑声，惊动了我。往外看时，原来是好几十个男女同学，正在整理这片空地呢！女学生穿的羽绒衣、毛衣，红红绿绿的；男学生有的穿绿军装，有的穿深色的衣服。他们拿着种种工具，锄土的锄土，铲土的铲土，安放矮栏的就在场地边上安插下小铁栏杆。看来我们楼前这一大片土地，将会被这群青年人整治成一座绿草成茵、繁花似锦的公园…… 窗外是微阴的天，这群年轻人仍在忙忙地劳动着。今天暖气停了，我脱下毛衣换上棉袄，但我的心里却是暖烘烘的，因为我得到了春的消息！ 英文译文 Tidings of Spring Bing Xin Whenever I looked out of the window sitting at my desk, what stuck my eye at once would be a cluster of rectangular dormitory buildings standing side by side without a single tree in-between. The wide open ground beyond my window, which had been for years piled with rusty long steel bars—building materials for some new dormitories to be put up nearby, was a scene of desolation. Disappointed at the drab surroundings, I had to turn to “creating” colour under my roof. I decorated my room with green-coloured window curtains, spread a green cloth on the table, placed on the windowsills some poinsettias and, cyclamens given by a friend and some diaolan planted by my children. A vase filled with roses, chrysanthemums, carnations or multiflora roses was placed before an oil portrait of Zhou Enlai hanging on the wall. These flowers, when in season, were sent me weekly by Northern Rose Company at my request. On the windowsill beside my desk was a potted tender kaffir lily given me by a friend or sometimes a vase of roses. The consolation I derive from things green or from…

作品原文 冰心 《梦》 她回想起童年的生涯，真是如同一梦罢了！穿着黑色带金线的军服，佩着一柄短短的军刀，骑在很高大的白马上，在海岸边缓辔徐行的时候，心里只充满了壮美的快感，几曾想到现在的自己，是这般的静寂，只拿着一枝笔儿，写她幻想中的情绪呢？ 她男装到了十岁，十岁以前，她父亲常常带她去参与那军人娱乐的宴会。朋友们一见都夸奖说，“好英武的一个小军人！今年几岁了？”父亲先一面答应着，临走时才微笑说，“他是我的儿子，但也是我的女儿。” 她会打走队的鼓，会吹召集的喇叭。知道毛瑟枪里的机关。也会将很大的炮弹，旋进炮腔里。五六年父亲身畔无意中的训练，真将她做成很矫健的小军人了。 别的方面呢？平常女孩子所喜好的事，她却一点都不爱。这也难怪她，她的四围并没有别的女伴，偶然看见山下经过的几个村里的小姑娘，穿着大红大绿的衣裳，裹着很小的脚。匆匆一面里，她无从知道她们平居的生活。而且她也不把这些印象，放在心上。一把刀，一匹马，便堪过尽一生了！女孩子的事，是何等的琐碎烦腻呵！当探海的电灯射在浩浩无边的大海上，发出一片一片的寒光，灯影下，旗影下，两排儿沉豪英毅的军官，在剑佩锵锵的声里，整齐严肃的一同举起杯来，祝中国万岁的时候，这光景，是怎样的使人涌出慷慨的快乐眼泪呢？ 她这梦也应当到了醒觉的时候了！人生就是一梦么？ 十岁回到故乡去，换上了女孩子的衣服，在姊妹群中，学到了女儿情性：五色的丝线，是能做成好看的活计的；香的，美丽的花，是要插在头上的；镜子是妆束完时要照一照的；在众人中间坐着，是要说些很细腻很温柔的话的；眼泪是时常要落下来的。女孩子是总有点脾气，带点娇贵的样子的。 这也是很新颖，很能造就她的环境——但她父亲送给她的一把佩刀，还长日挂在窗前。拔出鞘来，寒光射眼，她每每呆住了。白马呵，海岸呵，荷枪的军人呵……模糊中有无穷的怅惘。姊妹们在窗外唤她，她也不出去了。站了半天，只掉下几点无聊的眼泪。 她后悔么？也许是，但有谁知道呢！军人的生活，是怎样的造就了她的性情呵！黄昏时营幕里吹出来的笳声，不更是抑扬凄婉么？世界上软款温柔的境地，难道只有女孩儿可以占有么？海上的月夜，星夜，眺台独立倚枪翘首的时候：沉沉的天幕下，人静了，海也浓睡了，——“海天以外的家！”这时的情怀，是诗人的还是军人的呢？是两缕悲壮的丝交纠之点呵！ 除了几点无聊的英雄泪，还有甚么？她安于自己的境地了！生命如果是圈儿般的循环，或者便从“将来”，又走向“过去”的道上去，但这也是无聊呵！ 十年深刻的印象，遗留于她现在的生活中的，只是矫强的性质了——她依旧是喜欢看那整齐的步伐，听那悲壮的军笳。但与其说她是喜欢看，喜欢听，不如说她是怕看，怕听罢。 横刀跃马，和执笔沉思的她，原都是一个人，然而时代将这些事隔开了…… 童年！只是一个深刻的梦么？     作品译文 Dreamlike Childhood Bing Xin Whenever she looks back on the past, her childhood always seems to be a mere dream! How in those days it used to fill her heart with great pleasure to find herself the very picture of magnificent beauty when, clad in a gold-threaded naval uniform and armed with a saber at her waist, she ambled along with a loose rein on a giant of a white horse, little knowing that she would someday be reduced to being a solitary writer wielding the pen to depict her dreams and emotions! She was always dressed like a male child until she was ten. Before that, her father would often take her with him when he attended dinner parties arranged for the recreation of servicemen. Her father’s friends, the moment they saw her, would praise her by saying, “What a heroic little soldier! How old are you now?” Her father would end up the small talk smilingly with, “She’s my son as well as my daughter.” She learned how to beat the drum for soldiers marching in parade and blow the…

作品原文 冰心 《我梦中的小翠鸟》 六月十五夜，在我两次醒来之后，大约是清晨五时半吧，我又睡着了，而且做了一个使我永不忘怀的梦。 我梦见：我仿佛是坐在一辆飞驰着的车里，这车不知道是火车？是大面包车？还是小轿车？但这些车的坐垫和四壁都是深红色的。我伸着左掌，掌上立着一只极其纤小的翠鸟。 这只小翠鸟绿得夺目，绿得醉人！它在我掌上清脆吟唱着极其动听的调子。那高亢的歌声和它纤小的身躯，毫不相衬。 我在梦中自己也知道这是个梦。我对自己说，醒后我一定把这个神奇的梦，和这个永远铭刻在我心中的小翠鸟写下来，……这时窗外啼鸟的声音把我从双重的梦中唤醒了，而我的眼中还闪烁着那不可逼视、翠绿的光，耳边还缭绕着那动人的吟唱。 做梦总有个来由吧？是什么时候、什么回忆、什么所想，使我做了这么一个翠绿的梦？我想不出来了。     作品译文 The Little Kngfisher in My Dream Bing Xin I woke up twice during the night of June 15, and at about half past five the next morning I fell asleep again. Then I had a dream which I have never been able to put of my mind. I dreamed that I was in a speeding car. What kind of a car was it? Was it a van or a sedan? Anyway, the cushions and the rest of the upholstery were a deep red colour. I stretched out my left out, and on the palm I saw that there was a tiny exquisite kingfisher. The little kingfisher was a dazzling, intoxicating green. It was piping a beautifully clear song, very pleasant to the ear. Its loudness seemed to be out of proportion to its minute body. Even in my dream I knew I was dreaming. I promised myself that when I woke up I would write about this mysterious dream and this little kingfisher which would be forever engraved in my memory…Just then the twittering of birds outside the window woke up from my double dream. Still that dazzling green…

作品原文 冰心 《再寄小读者》 亲爱的小朋友： 四月十二日，我们在微雨中到达意大利东海岸的威尼斯。 威尼斯是世界闻名的水上城市，常有人把它比作中国的苏州。但是苏州基本上是陆地上的城市，不过城里有许多河道和桥梁。威尼斯却是由一百多个小岛组成的，一条较宽的曲折的水道，就算是大街，其余许许多多纵横交织的小水道，就算是小巷。三四百座大大小小的桥，将这些小岛上的一簇一簇的楼屋，穿连了起来。这里没有车马，只有往来如织的大小汽艇，代替了公共汽车和小卧车；此外还有黑色的、两端翘起、轻巧可爱的小游船，叫做Gondola，译作“共渡乐”，也还可以谐音会意。 这座小城，是极有趣的！你们想象看：家家户户，面临着水街小巷，一开起门来，就看见荡漾的海水和飞翔的海鸥。门口石阶旁边，长满了厚厚的青苔，从石阶上跳上公共汽艇，就上街去了。这座城里，当然也有教堂，有宫殿，和其他的公共建筑，座座都紧靠着水边。夜间一行行一串串的灯火，倒影在颤摇的水光里，真是静美极了！ 威尼斯是意大利东海岸对东方贸易的三大港口之一，其余的两个是它南边的巴利和北边的特利斯提。在它的繁盛的时代，就是公元后十三世纪，那时是中国的元朝，有个商人名叫马可波罗曾到过中国，在扬州作过官。他在中国住了二十多年，回到威尼斯之后，写了一本游记，极称中国文物之盛。在他的游记里，曾仔细地描写过芦沟桥，因此直到现在，欧洲人还把芦沟桥称作马可波罗桥。 国际间的贸品，常常是文化交流的开端，精美的商品的互换，促进了两国人民相互的爱慕与了解。和平劳动的人民，是欢迎这种“有无相通”的。近几年来，中意两国间的贸易，由于人为的障碍，大大地减少了。这几个港口的冷落，使得意大利的工商业者，渴望和中国重建邦交，畅通贸易，这种热切的呼声，是我们到处可以听到的。 这几天欧洲的气候，真是反常！昨天在帕都瓦城，遇见大雪，那里本已是桃红似锦，柳碧如茵，而天空中的雪片，却是搓棉扯絮一般，纷纷下落。在雪光之中，看到融融的春景，在我还是第一次！昨晚起雪化成雨，凉意逼人，现在我的窗外呼啸着呜呜的海风，风声中夹杂着悠扬的钟声；回忆起二十几年前的初春，我也是在阴雨中游了威尼斯，它的明媚的一面，我至今还没有看到！今天又是星期六，在寂静的时间中，我极其亲切地想起了你们。住学校的小朋友们，现在都该回到家里了吧？灯光之下，不知你们和家里人谈了些什么？是你们学习的情况，还是国家建设？又有几天没有看到祖国的报纸，消息都非常隔膜了。出国真不能走得太久，思想跟不上就使人落后！小朋友一定会笑我又“想家”了吧？——同行的人都冒雨出去参观，明天又要赶路，我独自留下，抽空再写几行，免得你们盼望，遥祝你们好好地度一个快乐的星期天！     作品译文 Another Letter to Young Readers Bing Xin Dear Little Friends, On April 12, we arrive, amidst a gentle rain, in Venice, a city on the eastern coast of Italy. Venice is a world-famous aquatic city, often compared to China’s Suzhou. But, while Suzhou is primarily a land-based city with many rivers and bridges, Venice is a port composed of more than 100 small islands cut by a broad winding waterway serving as its avenue and numerous small crisscross water courses serving as its alleys. And clusters of buildings on the small islands are linked by some 400 bridges of various sizes. There are no motor vehicles. In place of buses and motor cars, motorboats of various descriptions speed to and fro on the congested waterways. Also on the waterways are lovely black small pleasure boats with curved ends, known as gondola, a term that has been translated into the Chinese homonym gondule meaning “Share the joy of river-crossing”. The small town of Venice is very interesting. Imagine how every building stands directly facing a waterway instead of a street or lane, and the residents, as soon as…

作品原文 冰心 《绿之歌》 我的童年是在大海之滨度过的，眼前是一望无际的湛蓝的大海，身后是一抹浅黄的田地。 那时，我的大半个世界是蓝色的。蓝色对于我，永远象征着阔大，深远，庄严…… 我很少注意到或想到其他颜色。 离开海边，进入城市，说是“目迷五色”也好，但我看到的只是杂色的黯淡的一切。 我开始向往一大片的红色，来振奋我的精神。 我到西山去寻找枫林的红叶，但眼前这一闪光艳，是秋天的“临去秋波”，很快的便被朔风吹落了。 在怅惆迷茫之中，我凝视着满山满谷的吹落的红叶，而向前看的思路，却把我的心情渐渐引得欢畅起来! “落红不是无情物”，它将在春泥中融化，来滋润培养它新的一代。 这时，在我眼前突兀地出现了一幅春意迎人的图画!那是有一年的冬天，我回到我的敌乡去，坐汽车从公路进入祖国的南疆。小车在层峦叠嶂中穿行，两旁是密密层层的参天绿树：苍绿的是松柏，翠绿的是竹子，中间还有许许多多不知名的、色调深浅不同的绿树。衬以遍地的萋萋的芳草。“绿”把我包围起来了。我从惊喜而汇入恬静，静默地、欢悦地陶醉在这铺天盖地的绿色之中。 我深深地体会到“绿”象征着：浓郁的春夹，蓬勃的青春，崇高的理想，热切的希望…… 绿，是人生中的青年时代。 个人、社会、国家、民族、人类都有其生命中的青年时代。 我愿以这支“绿之歌”献给生活在青年时代的社会主义祖国的青年们！     作品译文 Ode to Green Bing Xin When I was child I lived by the sea. Before me, as far as the eye could see, was the boundless deep blue ocean; behind was light-yellow farmland. At that time, half my world was blue. For me, blue always symbolized vastness, profundity, solemnity… I seldom ever paid attention to any other colour. When I moved from the sea to the city you could say I was “dazzled by a riot of colour,” but in fact all I saw was a motley dullness. I began to yearn for a patch of red to lift my spirits. So I went to the Western Hills in search of the red leaves of the maple forests. But the gaudy hues flickering before my eyes were the “tide of autumn about to ebb” and would soon be blown away by the north wind. Downcast and perplexed, I peered at the fallen red leaves which filled the mountains and valleys, and as my thoughts wandered my mood gradually became one of elation! I thought, “The fallen red leaves are not merely…

作品原文 冰心 《我的家在哪里》 梦，最能“暴露”和“揭发”一个人灵魂深处连自己都没有意识到的“向往”和“眷恋”。梦，就会告诉你，你自己从来没有想过的地方和人。 昨天夜里，我忽然梦见自己在大街旁边喊“洋车”。有一辆洋车跑过来，车夫是一个膀大腰圆、脸面很黑的中年人，他放下车把，问我：“你要上哪儿呀？”我感觉到他称“你”而不是“您”，我一定还很小，我说：“我要回家，回中剪子巷。”他就把我举上车去，拉起就走。走穿许多黄土铺地的大街小巷，街上许多行人，男女老幼，都是“慢条斯理”地互相作揖、请安、问好，一站就站老半天。 这辆洋车没有跑，车夫只是慢腾腾地走呵走呵，似乎走遍了北京城，我看他褂子背后都让汗水湿透了，也还没有走到中剪子巷！ 这时我忽然醒了，睁开眼，看到墙上挂着的文藻的相片，我迷惑地问我自己：“这是谁呀？中剪子巷里没有他！”连文藻都不认识了，更不用说睡在我对床的陈屿大姐和以后进到屋里来的女儿和外孙了！ 只有住着我的父母和弟弟们的中剪子巷才是我灵魂深处永久的家。连北京的前圆恩寺，在梦中我也没有去找过，更不用说美国的娜安辟迦楼，北京的燕南园，云南的默庐，四川的潜庐，日本东京麻布区，以及伦敦、巴黎、柏林、开罗、莫斯科一切我住过的地方，偶然也会在我梦中出现，但都不是我的“家”！ 这时，我在枕上不禁回溯起这九十年所走过的甜、酸、苦、辣的生命道路，真是“万千恩怨集今朝”，我的眼泪涌了出来…… 前天下午我才对一位年轻朋友戏说：“我这人真是‘一无所有’！从我身上是无‘权’可‘夺’，无‘官’可‘罢’，无‘级’可‘降’，无 ‘款’可‘罚’，地道的无顾无虑，无牵无挂，抽身便走的人，万万没有想到我还有一个我自己不知道的，牵不断、割不断的朝思暮想的‘家’！”     作品译文 Middle Scissors Lane Bing Xin Dreams are the means by which the deepest places of one’s soul, and even the associations and emotional attachments which one is not even aware of, are exposed and laid bare. Dreams tell you about places and people you never thought about before. Last night I dreamed that I was standing by the roadside hailing a rickshaw. One came by, pulled by a fat man with a big, round belly. He was middle-aged, with a dark face. He put the rickshaw shafts down and asked me: “Where do you want to go?” He spoke to me as if to a child, and so I got the impression that I must be very young. I replied, “I want to go home, back to Middle Scissors Lane.” He then helped me into the rickshaw and set off. Away we went along broad streets and narrow alleys. In the streets were a lot of pedestrians. Men and women, young and old were all bowing to each other and extending greetings in a leisurely way. When they stopped, they remained standing. The rickshaw did not…

作品原文 冰心 《从重庆到箱根》 从羽田机场进入东京已经是夜里。呈现在街灯下的街道一片冷落，看不见人影，比起人声嘈杂、车辆拥挤的上海完全成了两样。 我想这才是真正的夜。白天决不是这样寂静。我到东京的第三天，友人带着去了箱根。从东京到横滨的途中，印象最深的是无边的瓦砾、衣衫褴褛的妇女、形容枯槁的人群。但是道路很平坦光洁。快到箱根，森林渐渐深起来，红叶映着夕阳，弯曲的道路，更增添了一层秀媚。在山路大转弯的地方，富士山头顶雪冠、裹着紫云、真有一种难以形容的美。 比起欧美的一流旅馆，箱根的旅馆也不算差。从窗口望去，到处溢满东洋风味。山岭、房檐、石塔 、小桥等等，使人感到幽雅、舒适。 那一夜我怎么也不能入睡，各种各样的想法千头万绪，自己也说不清楚为什么有这样的感情。 第二天，天还没亮就起来，卷起窗帘，完全裹住了山峦的浓雾中隐约地露出青松的绿色。“啊！我的歌乐山！”突然间多么想这样叫一声——重庆的奇峰歌乐山是我的。 我必须在这里介绍那令人留恋的歌乐山。歌乐山比起箱根来要小得多，红叶也没有这样多。歌乐山被茂密的松林包裹着，一到春天，鲜红的杜鹃漫山盛开。 春夜里可以听到杜鹃那令人伤感的鸣叫，山上杜鹃花的红色据说就是杜鹃吐的血染的。 轰炸的日子，常常是晴空万里。 惊慌的尖叫的警报声中，带着食粮、饮水、蜡烛、毛毯、抱着孩子跑进阴冷的防空洞。 这里面，吓得发抖的妇人和孩子们，脸色变得发青。 我们没有声音，对着头上飞过的成群的飞机和轰轰的爆炸声、还有那猛烈摇动的狂风长长地叹息，然后好不容易爬上山顶，望着被滚滚白烟笼罩着的重庆，惦念着自己的亲人是否安全。 夜间轰炸一定是美丽的星月夜。在夜里我们不进入洞中。 让孩子们睡下之后，抱在膝上，等待在狭窄的洞口。 往下看萤火虫一样的光亮渐渐消失，很快街道被黑色完全包围，万籁俱静，只有远处传来的微弱的犬吠声。 嘉陵江犹如银白色的绢带。 淡淡的月光中看不见机影，只有爆炸声渐渐地传来，突然有几条按照灯光在天空中一扫而过。 “打中了！”“打中了！”九架、六架、三架，白蛾一样的飞机摇晃着冲向重庆，紧接着是震撼大地的爆炸声，火光冲上了天空。 就这样流走了五年的日日夜夜。歌乐山的五年，是在“好天良夜”中度过的。 可怕的、令人诅咒的战争。 战争结束我们懂得了怨。而且我们虽然体验了激烈的战争，也懂得了同情和爱。因此，我在歌乐山最后的两年中，听到东京遭受轰炸的时候，感到有种说不出来的痛苦之情。我想像得出无数东京的年轻女性担心着丈夫和亲人，背着柔弱的孩子在警报声中挤进防空壕那悲惨的样子。 看见了东京我想起了重庆，走在箱根感到是走在歌乐山。痛苦给了我们贵重的教训。最大的繁荣的安乐不能在侵略中得到，只有同情和互助的爱情才能有共存共荣。 今后永远再也不要使歌乐山和箱根成为疏散地，要让热爱山水的人们常常登上山顶享受美丽的风光，不能再从自然的美中挤进黑暗的防空壕。     作品译文 From Chongqing to Hakone Bing Xin It was already dark when I arrived in Tokyo desolate under the street lamps. Not a soul in sight. It was entirely different from Shanghai, which was noisy and choked with vehicles. However, I presumed the city would never be so still in the daytime. On the third day after my arrival, a friend of mine showed me around Hakone. On the way from Tokyo to Yohohama, what struck me most were the endless sights of debris, shabbily-dressed women and haggard crowds. But the roads were level and clean. The nearer we got to Hakone, the more luxuriant the forests. The red autumn leaves in the evening glow plus the zigzag paths added greatly to the enchanting beauty of the landscape. Around a corner of the mountain path, we suddenly came in sight of the indescribable beauty of snow-capped Mount Fuji wrapped in purplish clouds. Hotels of Hakone compare well with first-class hotels of Western countries. Our window opened on a scene rich in Oriental…

作品原文 冰心 《一只木屐》 淡金色的夕阳，像这条轮船一样，懒洋洋地停在这一块长方形的海上。两边码头上仓库的灰色大门，已经紧紧地关起了。一下午的嘈杂的人声，已经寂静了下来，只有乍起的晚风，在吹卷着码头上零乱的草绳和尘土。 我默默地倚伏在船栏上，周围是一片的空虚和沉重，时间一分一分地过去，苍茫的夜色，笼盖了下来。 猛抬头，我看见在离船不远的水面上，飘着一只木屐，它已被海水泡成黑褐色的了。它在摇动的波浪上，摇着、摇着，慢慢地往外移，仿佛要努力地摇到外面大海上去似的！ 啊！我苦难中的朋友！你怎么知道我要悄悄地离开？你又怎么知道我心里丢不下那些把你穿在脚下的朋友？你从岸上跳进海中，万里迢迢地在船边护送着我？ 过去几年的、在东京的苦闷不眠的夜晚——相伴我的只有瓦檐上的雨声，纸窗外的月色，更多的是空虚而沉重的、黑魆魆的长夜：而每一个不眠的夜晚，我都听到嘎达嘎达的木屐声音，一阵一阵的从我楼前走过。这声音，踏在石子路上，清空而又坚实：它不像我从前听过的、引人憎恨的、北京东单操场上日本军官的军靴声，也不像北京饭店的大厅上日本官员、绅士的皮鞋声。这是日本劳动人民的、风里雨里寸步不离的、清空而又坚实的声音…… 我把双手交叉起，枕在脑后，随着一阵一阵的屐声，在想象中从穿着木屐的双脚，慢慢地向上看，我看到悲哀憔悴的穿着外褂、套着白罩衣的老人、老妇的脸；我看到痛苦愤怒的穿着工裤、披着蓑衣的工人、农民的脸；我看到忧郁彷徨的戴着四角帽、穿着短裙的青年、少女的脸……这些脸，都是我白天在街头巷尾不断看到的，这时都汇合了起来，从我楼前嘎达嘎达地走过。 “苦难中的朋友！在这里黑魆魆长夜，希望在哪里？你们这样嘎达嘎达地往哪里走呢？”在失眠的辗转反侧之中，我总是这样痛苦地想。 但是鲁迅的几句话，也常常闪光似地刺进我黑暗的心头，“我想：希望本无所谓有，无所谓无的。这正如地上的路；其实地上本没有路，走的人多了，也便成了路。” 就这样，这清空而又坚实的木屐声音，一夜又一夜地从我的乱石嶙峋的思路上踏过；一声又一声、一步又一步地替我踏出了一条坚实平坦的大道，把我从黑夜送到黎明！ 事情过去十多年了，但是我还常常想起那日那时日本横滨码头旁边水上的那只木屐。对于我，它象征着日本劳动人民，也使我回忆起那几年居留日本的一段生活，引起我许多复杂的情感。 从那日那时离开日本后，我又去了两次。这时候，日本人民不但是我的苦难中的朋友，也是我斗争中的朋友了，我心中的苦乐和十几年前已大不相同。但是，当同去的人们，珍重地带回了些与富士山或樱花有关的纪念品的时候，我却收集一些小小的、引人眷恋的玩具木屐……     作品译文 A Wooden Clog The light gold setting sun, like our steamer, was lingering sluggishly in the harbor. The grey gates of the warehouses on either side of the harbor were securely shut. The afternoon hubbub of voices had died down and fitful gusts of evening wind would rise to send the messy piles of straw ropes and dust whirling from the wharves. Silently leaning on the ship railing, I found myself surrounded by an endless dull void. Time was ticking away minute by minute and darkness was gathering around me. Raising my head abruptly, I saw a wooden clog floating on the water not far from my ship. It had turned darkly brown after being soaked in water and kept moving slowly with the rolling waves as if it were laboring out of the harbor toward the vast sea. O my friend in distress! How did you know that I was leaving on the quiet? How did you know that I was reluctant to part with my friends – friends that had once worn on their feet? O now you had leaped into…

作品原文 冰心 《海上》 八月十七日的下午，约克逊号邮船无数的窗眼里，飞出五色飘扬的纸带，远远的抛到岸上，任凭送别的人牵住的时候，我的心是如何的飞扬而凄恻！ 痴绝的无数的送别者，在最远的江岸，仅仅牵着这终于断绝的纸条儿， 放这庞然大物，载着最重的离愁，飘然西去！ 船上生活，是如何的清新而活泼。除了三餐外，只是随意游戏散步。海上的头三日， 我竟完全回到小孩子的境地中去了，套圈子，抛沙袋，乐此不疲，过后又绝然不玩了。后来自己回想很奇怪，无他，海唤起了我童年的回忆，海波声中， 童心和游伴都跳跃到我脑中来。我十分的恨这次舟中没有几个小孩子， 使我童心来复的三天中，有无猜畅好的游戏！ 我自少住在海滨，却没有看见过海平如镜。这次出了吴淞口，一天的航程，一望无际尽是粼粼的微波。凉风习习，舟如在冰上行。到过了高丽界，海水竟似湖光。蓝极绿极，凝成一片。斜阳的金光，长蛇般自天边直接到阑旁人立处。 上自苍穹，下至船前的水，自浅红至于深翠，幻成几十色，一层层，一片片的漾开了来。……小朋友，恨我不能画，文字竟是世界上最无用的东西，写不出这空灵的妙景！ 八月十八夜，正是双星渡河之夕。 晚餐后独倚阑旁，凉风吹衣。银河一片星光，照到深黑的海上。远远听得楼阑下人声笑语，忽然感到家乡渐远。繁星闪烁着，海波吟啸着，凝立悄然，只有惆怅。 十九日黄昏，已近神户，两岸青山，不时的有渔舟往来。日本的小山多半是扁圆的，大家说笑，便道是“馒头山”。这馒头山沿途点缀，直到夜里，远望灯光灿然，已抵神户。船徐徐停住，便有许多人上岸去。我因太晚，只自己又到最高层上，初次看见这般璀璨的世界，天上微月的光，和星光，岸上的灯光，无声相映。不时的还有一串光明从山上横飞过，想是火车周行。……舟中寂然，今夜没有海潮音，静极心绪忽起：“倘若此时母亲也在这里……”。 我极清晰的忆起北京来。     作品译文 On the Sea Bing Xin On the afternoon of August 17th, multicolor paper streamers flew out of the many scuttles of the ocean liner Yorkson and landed on the retreating shore, nonchalantly leaving those who came to see their relatives or friends off to catch hold of their ends. At the moment, how full I felt of both delight and sorrow! Those sentimental individuals, standing in large numbers on the increasingly distant shore, could only hold on to the paper streamers until they would eventually break, reluctantly letting the iron mammoth sail westward, loaded down as it was with the heavy grief of parting! Daily life on the ship was refreshing and active. Outside of the three meals, all my time was spent playing games and taking walks on the decks as I pleased. For the first three days, I seemed to have totally reverted to my childhood. I tossed rings and small beanbags, never tiring of playing these games. Then three days later, I cut all connection with such pastimes. As I recalled it all later, I felt very strange…