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我的第一本书原文及翻译

2016/02/28原文翻译

我的第一本书原文

前几天一位诗人来访,看见我在稿纸上写的这个题目,以为是写我出版的第一本诗集,我说:“不是,是六十年前小学一年级的国语课本。”他笑着说:“课本有什么好写的?”我向他解释说:“可是这一本却让我一生难以忘怀,它酷似德国卜劳恩的《父与子》中的一组画,不过看了很难笑起来。”我的童年没有幽默,只有从荒寒的大自然间感应到的一点生命最初的快乐和梦幻。

我们家有不少的书,那是父亲的,不属于我。父亲在北京大学旁听过,大革命失败后返回家乡,带回一箱子书和一大麻袋红薯。书和红薯在我们村里都是稀奇东西。父亲的藏书里有鲁迅、周作人、朱自清的,还有《新青年》、《语丝》、《北新》、《新月》等杂志。我常常好奇地翻看,不认字,认画。祖母嘲笑我,说:“你这叫做瞎狗看星星。”那些本头大的杂志里面,夹着我们全家人的“鞋样子”和花花绿绿的窗花。书里有很多奇妙的东西。我父亲在离我家十几里地的崔家庄教小学,不常回家。

我是开春上的小学,放暑假的第二天,父亲回来了。我正在院子里看着晾晒的小麦,不停地轰赶麻雀,祖母最讨厌麦子里掺和上麻雀粪。新打的小麦经阳光晒透得发出甜蜜蜜的味道,非常容易催眠和催梦。父亲把我喊醒,我见他用手翻着金黄的麦粒,回过头问我:“你考第几名?”我说:“第二名。”父亲摸摸我额头上的“马鬃”,欣慰地夸奖了我一句:“不错。”祖母在房子里听着我们说话,大声说:“他们班一共才三个学生。”父亲问:“第三名是谁?”我低头不语,祖母替我回答:“第三名是二黄毛。”二黄毛一只手几个指头都说不上来,村里人谁都知道。父亲板起了面孔,对我说:“把书本拿来,我考考你。”他就地坐下,我磨磨蹭蹭,不想去拿,背书认字难不住我,我怕他看见那本凄惨的课本生气。父亲是一个十分温厚的人,我以为可以赖过去。他觉出其中有什么奥秘,逼我立即拿来,我只好进屋把书拿了出来。父亲看着我拿来的所谓小学一年级国语第一册,他愣了半天,翻来覆去地看。我垂头立在他的面前。

我的课本哪里还像本书!简直是一团纸。书是拦腰断的,只有下半部分,没有封面,没有头尾。我以为父亲要揍我了,没有。他愁苦地望着我泪水盈眶的眼睛,问:“那一半呢?”我说:“那一半送给乔元贞了。”父亲问:“为什么送给他?”我回答说:“他们家买不起书,老师规定,每人要有一本,而且得摆在课桌上,我只好把书用刀砍成两半,他一半我一半。”父亲问我:“你两人怎么读书?”我说:“我早已把书从头到尾背熟了。乔元贞所以考第一,是因为我把自己的名字写错了,把‘史承汉’的‘承’字中间少写了一横。”父亲深深叹着气。他很了解乔元贞家的苦楚,说:“元贞比你有出息。”为了好写,后来父亲把我的名字中的“承”改作“成”。

父亲让我背书,我一口气背完了。“狗,大狗,小狗,大狗跳,小狗也跳,大狗叫,小狗也叫……”背得一字不差。

父亲跟乔元贞他爹乔海自小是好朋友,乔家极贫穷,乔海隔两三年从静乐县回家住一阵子,他在静乐县的山沟里当塾师。脸又黑又皱,脊背躬得像个“驮灯狮子”(陶瓷灯具)。

父亲对我说:“你从元贞那里把那半本书拿来。”我不懂父亲为什么要这样,送给人家的书怎么好意思要回来?元贞把半本书交给我时,哭着说:“我妈不让我上学了。”

晚上,我看见父亲在昏黄的麻油灯下裁了好多白纸。第二天早晨,父亲把我叫到他的房子里,把两本装订成册的课本递给我。父亲的手真巧,居然把两半本书修修补补,装订成了两本完完整整的书,补写的字跟印上去的一样好看,还用牛皮纸包了皮,写上名字。元贞不再上学了,但我还是把父亲补全的装订好的课本送给他。

这就是我的第一本书。对于元贞来说,恐怕是他一生唯一的一本书。

父亲这次回家给我带回一个书包,还买了石板石笔。临到开学时,父亲跟我妈妈商量,觉得我们村里的书房不是个念书的地方,父亲让我随他到崔家庄小学念书。我把这本完整的不同寻常的课本带了去。到崔家庄之后,才知道除了《国语》之外,本来还应该有《算术》和《常识》,因为弄不到这两本书,我们就只念一本《国语》。

还应当回过头来说说我的第一本书,我真应当为它写一本比它还厚的书,它值得我用崇敬的心灵去赞颂。

我们那里管“上学”叫“上书房”。每天上书房,我家的两条狗都跟着我。课本上的第一个字是“狗”,我有意把狗带上。两条狗小学生一般规规矩矩地在教室的窗户外面等我。我早已经把狗调教好了,当我说“大狗叫”,大狗就汪汪叫几声,当我说“小狗叫”,小狗也立即叫几声。我们是四个年级十几个学生在同一教室上课,引得哄堂大笑。课没法上了。下课后,老师把我叫去,狠狠地训斥了一顿,说:“看在你那知书识礼的父亲的面子上,我今天不打你手板了。”他罚我立在院当中背书,我大声地从头到尾地背书。两只狗蹲在我的身边,陪我背书,汪汪地叫着……抗日战争期间,二黄毛打仗不怕死,负了几回伤。他其实并不真傻,只是心眼有点死,前几年去世了。他的一生受到乡里几代人的尊敬。听说乔元贞现在还活着,他一辈子挎着篮子在附近几个村子里叫卖纸烟、花生、火柴等小东小西。

那位朋友再来我这里时,一定请他看看这篇小文。我的第一本书实在应当写写,如果不写,我就枉读了这几十年的书,更枉写了这几十年的诗。人不能忘本。

我的第一本书翻译

A few days ago a poet's visit, saw me in the paper on the subject, that is written I published the first book of poems, I said: "no, it is sixty years ago the first grade of primary school language textbook."He smiled and said: "what good writing textbook?"I explained to him that: "but this makes my life unforgettable, it resembles the German Bulaoen" father and son "in a series of paintings, but looked very difficult to laugh."My childhood without humor, only from the nature of intercellular induction to a life initial joy and dreams.

We have a lot of books, it is the father, do not belong to me.Father in Peking University audited, after the great revolution failed to return home, bringing a box of books and a large sack of sweet potato.The book and the sweet potato in our village are the strange things.Father's collection with Lu Xun, Zhou Zuoren, Zhu Ziqing, and the "New Youth", "medium", "North", "new moon".I often wonder to look at, not read, can draw.Grandmother laughed at me, saying: "you this is called blind dog looking at the stars."The head of the magazine, holding our family "shoe and brightly coloured window.".There are many wonderful things.My father is away from home more than 10 years to Cui Village Primary School, do not always go home.

I am the spring on the primary school, the summer vacation the very next day, father came back.I was watching the wheat drying yard, kept rout sparrows, grandma's most hated the wheat blending on the sparrow dung.A new wheat through the sun get a sweet taste, very easy to hypnosis and urge the dream.My father wakes me up, I saw him with handspring with golden wheat, turn around and ask me: "do you have a few names?"I said: "second."Father touch my forehead "mane", is pleased to praise me: "good."Grandmother in the house to speak to us, said in a loud voice: "there are only three students in their class."The father asked: "who is the third?"I looked down in silence, for my grandmother replied: "third is two yellow."Two yellow hand fingers can not be said to have, the village people who all know.My father pulled a long face, said to me: "the book brought, I test you."He sat down on the spot, I dawdle, do not want to go, not endorsed read me, I'm afraid he saw the pathetic textbooks.His father is a very good-natured man, I thought I could rely on the past.He felt there was any mystery, make me immediately brought, I had to take the books out of the room.Father looked at me. The so-called primary school the first grade language volume one, he paused for a long time, toss about to see.I stand in front of his head.

I like the book where a textbook!It is a mass of paper.The book is cut off, only the lower half part, no cover, no tail.I think my father will beat me up, No.He looked at me with bitterness tear-filled eyes, and asked: "half of it?"I said: "the half gave Joe Yuan-zhen."The father asked: "why do to him?"I replied: "they can't afford to buy the book, the teacher provided, each have one, but also on the desk, I had to put the book into two halves with a knife, he half half."My father asked me: "you two how to read?"I said: "I had the book from a to Z memorize.Qiao Yuanzhen is so in the first test, because my name wrong, the 'history' for the Chenghan '' word among little wrote a cross."Father deep sigh.He knew Qiao Yuanzhen's pain, said: "Yuan Zhen than you have."In order to write well, then he put me in the name of "for" change "into".

My father let me endorsement, my breath back."Dog, big dog, puppy, puppy dog jump, jump, big dog, the dog is also called……"Word perfect.

Father and his father Qiao Yuanzhen Qiao Hai who is a good friend, Joe the very poor, Joe the sea after two or three years from the jingle County home for a while, he worked as a tutor in Jingle County gully.Face black and wrinkled, back bow like a "lion back lamp" (ceramic lamps)。

My father said to me: "you get from Yuan Zhen that half of the book."I don't know why father, give the book how can I come back?Yuan Zhen put half of the book gives me, cried and said: "my mom will not let me go to school."

At night, I saw his father in the dim oil lamp cut down a lot of white.The very next day morning, my father called me to his house, the two bound volumes of books to me.His father's hand is a coincidence, even the two book tinkering, bound into two complete books, written words and printed as good-looking, also with kraft paper bag paper, writing the name.Yuan Zhen no longer at school, but I still see father complement binding of books to him.

This is my first book.For the Yuan Zhen, I am afraid of his life is only a book.

Father of the home to bring me a bag, also bought a slate pencil.Come to school, my father told me his mother to discuss, think our village study is not a study place, my father asked me to follow him to the Cui Village Primary school.I keep the integrity of the unusual books brought to.To Cui Zhuang, know except "Mandarin", should have had "arithmetic" and "common sense", because it is not in this two book, we just read the "Mandarin".

It should also be turned to talk about my first book, I should write a book for it than it is thick book, it is worth my humble soul tribute to.

We there tube "school" called "study".Daily study, my two dogs to follow me.The textbook on the first word is "dog", I deliberately take the dog with.Two dogs pupils generally behave in the classroom window waiting for me outside.I have already put the dog training well, when I said "big dog", the big dog barking sound, when I say "dog", the dog will immediately call several.We are four grade 10 students in the same class, which set the whole room roaring with laughter.Course not.After the class, the teacher asked me to go, got a good dressing-down, said: "look at you that be well-educated and a model of propriety of the father's face, I'm not your palm."He sent me standing in the courtyard, endorsement, I loudly from a to Z by.Two dogs squatting beside me, accompany me to endorsement, yelping with……During the period of Anti-Japanese War, a war of two is not afraid of death, negative a few back injury.He is not stupid, just a little dead heart, died several years ago.His life by the generations of respect.Heard that Qiao Yuanzhen is still alive, his life with the basket in the nearby village selling cigarette, peanut, match and other small East west.

The friends come here, please have a look this article he must.The first book I really ought to write, if not to write, I have to read this for decades, more to write this decades of poetry.People cannot forget.

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