围炉二三事

• 作 者: 张叶
• 机 构: 四川农业大学人文学院汉语言文学系,
• 出 处: 北方文学
• 发表日期: 2017年27期

清晨的炊烟袅袅升起,清凉的井水盛满石缸。阿婆端坐在炉火旁的板凳上,小小的我扎着羊角辫儿,坐在她的腿上。阿婆手里握着火钳,我手心里握着灶膛的火光。阿婆唱着儿歌:红萝卜,蜜蜜甜,看到看到要过年,大人吃饱三顿饭,娃儿要拿挂挂钱。老天爷,快下雨,保佑娃娃吃白米,白米甜白米香,今年不得饿芒芒。从梦中醒来,清楚阿婆又托梦了,却固执地合着眼皮,不愿睁开眼。头脑昏沉地,分不清现实与虚妄,停留在影影绰绰的缝隙之间,追寻着最感动的往事。

Smoke curl up early in the morning, cool well water full of stone. Grandmother sitting on the bench beside the fire, the little I am wearing a horns child, sitting on her lap. My lady holds the tongs in my hand, and the fire in my heart is in my hand. Grandma singing children’s songs: carrots, sweet honey, see to see the Chinese New Year, adults eat three meals a day, baby children to hold hanging money. God, it is raining, bless the doll to eat white rice, white rice sweet white rice, this year will not be hung Mau Mau. Wake up from the dream, clear woman and dreaming, but stubbornly co-eyelids, unwilling to open his eyes. Dizzy mind, can not tell the reality and illusion, stay in the shadow of the gap between the film, the pursuit of the most touching events.