散文诗 - 月光下的故事

曹纪元

<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">月亮,在白莲花般的云朵中轻盈穿行</p><p class="ql-block">晚风,带来了古老而悠长的歌谣</p><p class="ql-block">我们曾坐在那高高的谷堆旁</p><p class="ql-block">听妈妈讲诉那遥远的过往</p> <p class="ql-block">儿时的我们</p><p class="ql-block">小河将那首熟悉歌曲哼唱</p><p class="ql-block">旋律中,我们渐渐长大</p><p class="ql-block">成了爸爸妈妈,肩负起了岁月的重量</p> <p class="ql-block">时光荏苒</p><p class="ql-block">爸爸妈妈的身影逐渐远去</p><p class="ql-block">而我们,也在歌声中慢慢变老</p><p class="ql-block">但那月亮依旧,云朵依旧,晚风依旧</p> <p class="ql-block">然而,“他们”</p><p class="ql-block">我们的孩子</p><p class="ql-block">已不会围坐在我们身旁</p><p class="ql-block">倾听那些关于我们的过往</p> <p class="ql-block">“他们”的世界如此繁忙</p><p class="ql-block">说过去的事情乏味又枯燥</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”忙于生计,东奔西忙</p><p class="ql-block">照顾下一代的事情还得我们操劳</p> <p class="ql-block">曾试图与“他们”分享</p><p class="ql-block">我们清晨四点排队买菜的岁月</p><p class="ql-block">用小凳子,破篮子占位的往事</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”却问</p><p class="ql-block">“为何如此傻气?为何不去超市”</p> <p class="ql-block">是啊</p><p class="ql-block">和“他们”说那时没有超市</p><p class="ql-block">一切都需要票证来换取</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”会觉得那是不可思议的幻想</p> <p class="ql-block">“他们”对我们过去的事情不感兴趣</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”没有时间听我们讲诉过往</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”要关心自己的饭碗</p><p class="ql-block">“他们”要为一屋子的事情操劳</p> <p class="ql-block">月亮仍在白云中穿行</p><p class="ql-block">晚风吹来阵阵的思绪</p><p class="ql-block">我们坐在电视机旁</p><p class="ql-block">静静地思索着妈妈讲过的那些过往</p> <p class="ql-block">Prose poems - Stories in the Moonlight</p><p class="ql-block">Cao Jiyuan</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The moon, gliding through clouds like white lilies</p><p class="ql-block">The evening breeze brings old and long songs</p><p class="ql-block">We sat by the high pile of grain</p><p class="ql-block">Listen to my mother talk about the distant past</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">When we were kids</p><p class="ql-block">Little River hummed the familiar song</p><p class="ql-block">Melody, we gradually grow up</p><p class="ql-block">Became mom and dad, shouldering the weight of the years</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Time flies</p><p class="ql-block">The figure of Mom and dad gradually receded</p><p class="ql-block">And we, too, grow old in song</p><p class="ql-block">But the moon is still there, the clouds are still there, the night breeze is still there</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">However, "they"</p><p class="ql-block">Our children</p><p class="ql-block">He won't sit around us</p><p class="ql-block">Listen to the stories about us</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">"Their" world is so busy</p><p class="ql-block">Talking about the past is boring and boring</p><p class="ql-block">"They" are busy making a living, running from place to place</p><p class="ql-block">It's up to us to take care of the next generation</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Have tried to share with "them.</p><p class="ql-block">When we stood in line at 4:00 in the morning</p><p class="ql-block">With a stool, a broken basket to occupy the past</p><p class="ql-block">"They" asked</p><p class="ql-block">"Why so silly? Why don't you go to the supermarket?"</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Yeah.</p><p class="ql-block">If you tell "them" that there were no supermarkets</p><p class="ql-block">You needed a ticket for everything</p><p class="ql-block">"They" would think it was an incredible fantasy</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">"They" are not interested in our past</p><p class="ql-block">"They" don't have time to listen to our stories</p><p class="ql-block">"They" need to be concerned about their jobs</p><p class="ql-block">"They" have a house full of things to work on</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The moon was still moving through the white clouds</p><p class="ql-block">The night wind blew bursts of thought</p><p class="ql-block">We sat by the TV</p><p class="ql-block">And thought quietly about what my mother had told me</p>