赵丽宏：《秋兴》

　　秋风一天凉似一天。风中桂花的幽香消散了，菊花的清香又飘起。窗外哪棵老槐树，不知什么时间时候有了黄叶，风一紧，黄叶就飘到了窗台上。在热闹的都市里，要想品味大自然的秋色，已经不是一件容易的事情。在都市人的观念中，季节的转换，除了气温的变化，除了服装的更替，似乎再也没有别的什么了。

　　Daybydaytheautumnwindgetscolder,Thequietfragranceofosmanthushasdispersed,whilethechrysanthemumsbegintosendoutadelicatefragrance,Theyellowleavesontheoldlocusttreeoutsidemywindow–whendidtheyturnyellowanyway?–driftontomywindowsillateverystrongpuffofthewind,Inabig,bustlingcity,itisnotaneasythingtoindulgealeisurelyappreciationofthenaturalsceneryofautumn,Whatdoestheseasonaltransitionimply,acitydwellermightargue,exceptthechangeintemperatureandthereplacementofgarments?

　　而俺这个爱遥想的人，偏偏不愿意被四处逼来的钢筋水泥囚禁了自个的思绪。听着窗外的风声，俺想着故乡的辽阔透明的天空，想着长江边上哪一望无际的银色芦花，想着从芦苇丛中扑楞着翅膀飞上天空的野鸭和大雁，想着由翠绿逐渐变成金黄色的田野……唉，可怜的都市人，就像关在笼子里的鸟，只能用可怜的回想来想象奇妙的自然秋色了。

　　Asapersonwithapropensityfordreamsandfantasies,however,Isimplyrefusetohavemythoughtsconfinedintheconcretecementthatkeepspushingagainstmefromalldirections,Listeningtothewhistlingwindoutside,Iseeinmymind’seyethevastandtransparentskyinmyhometown,theboundlessfieldsofsilveryreedcatkinsonthebanksoftheYangtzeRiver,theflocksofwildducksandwildgeeseflutteringintotheskyfromthereedclusters,andthefarmlandsonasubtleshiftfromgreentogolden…Alasandalackforthepoorcitydwellers,whohavetoimaginethenaturalsceneryofautumnwiththeirhaphazardmemorieslikecagedbird!

　　小时间时候，背过古人吟咏秋天的诗句：“秋风起兮白云飞，草木黄落兮雁南归”，“落霞与孤骛齐飞，秋水共长天一色”，“秋明不散霜飞晚，留得枯荷听雨声”，“落叶西风时间时候，人共青山都疼’，“采菊东篱下，悠然见南山”……这些诗句使俺对自然的秋色心驰神往。想起来，古人虽然住不进现代都市的深院高楼，享受不到很多时髦便捷的现代化，可是他她们经常常常被奇妙的大自然陶醉，他她们的心境经常常常和自然融为一体，世俗的喧嚣和烦恼在青山绿水中烟消云散。这样的境界，对久居都市的现代人来说，大概或许只能是梦境了。

　　Inmychildhood,Iwastaughttorecitetheancientpoemsaboutautumn:

　　“Inrisingwindswhitecloudspass;

　　Wildgeeseheadsouthoverwitheringgrass,”

　　“Alonewildduckalongthesettingsunfly;Theautumnrivermirrorsthecolorofthesky,”

　　“Darkcloudsneverdisperseandfrostsdescendlate,Leavingtheravagedlotustothepatteringrain,”

　　“Asthewestwindsweepsthefallenleaves,Who’slean,thegreenmountainorme?”

　　“Ipluckhedge-sidechrysanthemumswithpleasureAndseethetranquilSouthernMountinleisure,”

　　HowIcravedforthenaturalsceneryofautumnwhenreadingthesebeautifulpoems!Inmyopinion,theancients,althoughunabletoenjoythebenefitsoftoday’facilitiesandamenitiesinhigh-risebuildingsofmoderncities,couldneverthelessindulgethemselvesinthewonderfullandscapesandmergetheirsentimentswiththenaturalenvironments,thusreducingallthenoisesandworriesofthemundaneworldintocloudsovergreenmountainsandmistsoverlimpidstreams,Suchtranscendentexperiencemustbewellbeyondthemodernpeoplewhoareusedtoanurbanlife!

　　年轻时代，俺的生命也曾和大自然连成一体。在故乡崇明岛“插队落户”多年，日出而作，日落而息，晒黑了皮肤，磨硬了筋骨，闻惯了泥土的气味，从外表上看，俺曾经和土生土长的乡亲们没有了区别。然而骨子里的习性难改。每当俺壹个人坐在江边的长堤上，面对着浩瀚的长江，面对着银波荡漾的芦苇的海洋，倾听着在天空中发出凄厉呼叫的雁群，俺总是灵魂出窍，神思飞扬。俺曾经想，在咱们这个星球上，所有的生命都应该是有知觉的，其中包括一滴水，一株芦苇，一只大雁。俺躺在涛声不绝的江边，闭上眼睛，幻想自个变成一滴水，在江海中自由自在地奔腾，变成一株芦苇，摇动着银色的头颅，在秋风中无拘无束地舞蹈，也变成一只大雁，拍动翅膀高飞在云天，去寻找遥远的目标……俺曾经把自个的这些幻想写在俺的诗文里，这是对青春的讴歌，是对人生生命的憧憬，是对生命和自然天真直率的诘问。如今再回头聆听年轻时的心声，俺依旧怦然心动。每当年的涛声、雁鸣、飞扬的芦花、掺杂着青草和野艾菊清香的潮湿的海风、荡漾着蟋蟀和纺织娘鸣唱的清凉的月光，仿佛仍在俺的周围飘动鸣响。故乡啊，在您的身边，这所有都还美妙一如每当年么？

　　Inmyyouth,mylifewasonewiththenature,WhenIlivedandworkedasan“EducatedYouth”formanyyearsinmyhometownChongmingIsland,asintheoldsaying“Sunup,Iwork;sundown,Irest,”Idevelopedarobustphysiqueaswellasahardtan,andgrewsoaccustomedtothesmelloftheearththatIlookednodifferentfromalocalfarmer,Yet,mydeep-rootedhabitsremained,eveninsuchcircumstances,WhenIsatonthedykealoneandfacedthemightyYangtzeRiver,watchingthesilverywavesofreedcatkinsandlisteningtotheshrillcriesofwildgeeseflocksoverhead,Ioftenentertainedsomewildthoughtsasifmysouljustflewoutofitsshell,Ioncebelievedthatallthelifeformsontheplanetshouldbesentient,suchasadropofwater,astalkofreed,andawildgoose,Lyingdownbytheboisterousandtorrentialriver,Iclosedmyeyesandimaginedmyselftobeadropofwatertravelingfreelyinriversandseas,astalkofreedswayingitssilverycatkinsintheautumnwindforadanceinunrestrainedblitheness,orawildgooseflappingitswingsacrosstheskyinsearchofadistanttarget…Iwrotedownallthesefantasiesinmypoemsandessaysinanefforttosingofmyyouth,todreamaboutfuture,andtoraisena?vebutfrankquestionsonlifeandnature,Now,whenIlookbackontheseyouthfulqueriesandaspirations,Ican’thelpfeelingathrobofheartwarmingexcitementasthepastscenesarebroughtbacktome:rivertides,wildgeese’scries,dancingreedcatkins,humidseawindstingedwithfreshsmellsofgrassesandwildtansies,andthecoolmoonshineoverachoirofchirpingcricketsandkatydids…Omyhometown,iseverythingasenchantingasintheolddays?

　　然而所有都很遥远了。此刻，窗外流动的是都市的秋风，没有大自然清新辽远的气息。今年夏天回故乡时，俺从长江边采了几枝未开放的芦花，回来插在无水的盆中，它们居然都—一开出了银色的花朵，使俺欣喜不已。这些芦花，把故乡的秋色送到了俺的面前。这些芦花，也使俺联臆想到自个鬓边频生的白发，这是人生生命进入秋季的象征，谁也无法阻挡这种进程，就像无法阻挡秋天替代夏天，春天替代冬天一致。不过俺想，人的心灵和精神的四季，大概或许是能由自个来调节的。每当生存的空间和生理的(www,ajml,cn)年纪像无情的网向您罩过来时，您的心灵却能脱颖而出，飞向您想抵达的任何境界，依靠您有这样的兴致，有这样的理想和愿望，有这样的勇气。

　　Allthesearebutdistantmemories,though,Atthismoment,breezingpastmywindowisthecity’sautumnwind,withoutthefreshandvastsmellsofnature,Inatriptomyhometownthissummer,IpluckedseveralimmaturereedstalksatthebankoftheYangtzeRiver,AfterIreturnedhome,Iinsertedtheminawaterlessvase,Tomygreatdelight,theydevelopedsilverycatkinsonebyone,whichbroughttheautumnsensesofmyhometownrightbeforemyeyes,Thesilverycatkinsalsoremindedmeofthelocksofsilverhairgrowingatmytemples,asymboloftheadventoftheautumninmylife,Noonecanstopthecomingoftheinevitable,asnoonecanpreventthefactthatautumnfollowssummerandwinterfollowsautumn,Idobelieve,however,thattheseasonsofone’smindandspiritcanbesubjecttoself-regulation:Whenyourlivingplaceandyourphysicalagetendtotrapyoulikeamercilessnet,youcanstillfreeyourheartandletyourimaginationflytoanydestinationofyourchoosing,aslongasyouareenthusiasticenough,wishfulenough,andcourageousenough,

　　是的，此刻，聆听着秋声，凝视着芦花，俺在问自个：您，还会不会变成一只大雁，到自由的天空中飞翔呢？

　　Rightnow,listeningtotherustlesintheautumnwindandlookingatthereedcatkins,Iaskmyself:Willyoubeawildgooseagaintowingthefreesky?

　　一九九五年一零月二七日

　　October二七,一九九五