忆
樊功生
人老了
记忆也跟着破碎
昨天，前天
去年，前年
整块整块的被忘却
不过也没什么
那些琐碎平凡
甚至荒唐无谓的事
让时光抛去算了
偏偏童年的小事
却在眼前依旧
那个破皮球
那只旧铁环
居然跟随了好多年
耳目不聪了
却老想去听听看看
腿伸不直了
但还是要去走走逛逛
人啊
到了尽头才有一问：
童年呢？
童年
Memory
By Ken Fan
In an old age,
Memory has become blurred and shredded,
Yesterday, the day before,
And last year, and the year before,
Chuncks of them are vanishing.
That's alright,
Since they're all trivialities
And even absurdities anyway.
Let'em be forsaken by time.
Only those from the childhood
Are still vivid out there.
That old soccer ball,
Or that rusty iron hoop...
Still with me over the years.
A poor hearing and vision
Couldn't stop me from listening and gazing.
Those limping legs wouldn't prevent me from wondering around, either.
Ah, man!
Why sk at the very end:
Childhood?
Childhood.
换一换
