忆往昔(Recall the past)

《军魂永铸》公众号

原创:韩水霖

Original:Han Shuilin

四十多年前，

坐在谭家中学的课室里，

与梦想青梅竹马；

与青春共闯天涯；

临近毕业被告知，

你的理想在此不发芽，

田间、地头、乡下；

才是你真正的

——家。

于是，

我放下书包，

打起行囊，

拿起学校发的铁锹，

响应党的号召，

上山，

下乡，

理想，

从此渺茫，

蓦然回首，

碎落了一地芳香。

More than forty years ago,

sitting in the classroom of Tan Jia Middle School,

sharing the world with youth;

approaching graduation,

I was told that your ideals did not germinate here,

in the field,

in the ground,

in the country;

that is your real home.

So,

I put down my schoolbag,

picked up the bag,

picked up the spade sent by the school,

responded to the call of the Party,

went up the mountain,

went to the countryside,

ideal,

from now on,

suddenly look back,

broken down the fragrance of the ground.

为了远大的理想，

我再次背起行囊，

穿上军装，

扛起钢枪，

走进军营，

溶入部队这所课堂，

成为红军师的一员，

在钢铁团里成长，

硬骨头六连，

是我的第二故乡，

在充满激情的军营，

在摸爬滚打的训练场，

任由青春畅想，

那时从军，

被人们称之为：

未来的商品粮。

For the sake of lofty ideals,

I picked up my bags again,

Put on a military uniform,

Carry the steel gun,

Into the barracks,

Into the army class,

To be part of the Red Army Division,

Growing up in steel,

Six Hard Bones,

Is my second home,

In the passionate barracks,

In the training ground,

Let youth imagine,

When he joined the army,

It is called:

Commodity grain of the future.

四十年前，

一场自卫还击战，

那血与肉的拚杀，

只为了保疆戎边，

历时十年，

有多少战友兄弟，

把年轻的生命，

抛洒在异国他乡的沙场，

有多少战友兄弟，

永远，

永远在南疆长眠，

血染的战旗，

高高飘扬在老山之巅。

Forty years ago,

a war of self-defense fought back,

and the killing of blood and meat lasted only for ten years,

and it lasted ten years.

How many brothers in arms threw their young lives in foreign countries,

battlefield,

how many brothers in arms,

forever,

forever in southern Nanjiang,

blood-stained flags,

flying high on the top of the old mountain?

三十年前，

我创办了两所技工学校，

成为教书育人的社会力量，

去山中赏花；

去海边踏浪，

大半个中国，

留下了我的足迹，

那一段生活，

琴棋书画诗酒花，

禅精竭虑的，

都是，

理想的海洋实在博大。

于是，

在办学五年后，

停办了学校，

只身南下，

梦想，

寄托于南方，

而流落他乡，

打工的生涯，

寸断肝肠。

Thirty years ago,

I founded two technical schools,

which became a social force for teaching,

and and went to the mountains to enjoy flowers.

Going to the seaside to step on the waves,

most of China,

left my footprints,

that period of life,

chess,

painting,

poetry,

wine,

Zen dedicated,

are,

the ideal ocean is really broad.

Therefore,

after five years of running a school,

he stopped running the school,

went south alone,

dreamed,

and settled in the south,

and his career as a migrant worker broke his heart and soul.

二十年前，

多美好的壮年，

蓝天丽日，

青松如塔。

可上老下小，

荤七素八，

千头万绪，

生活重压。

孩子的成绩，

费心劳神，

担忧的泪痕留在脸颊。

已有许久未归故里，

去看望老妈，

焦头烂额的儿子，

时时把您牵挂。

迤逦一路，

风吹雨打，

尝尽生活，

酸甜苦辣。

唯一的信念，

生活不会，

苦海无涯。

而我却，

永远失去了老妈。

老人家弥留之际，

突然回光返照，

“我揪心不下，你这脱缰的野马”

这是她一生对我说的最后一句话。

贲门癌折磨了老母亲几个月后，

我母子亲情的大厦崩塌。

世上那个最爱我的人走了，

从此后，

再没人喊我回家吃饭，

再没人嘱我寒衣多加。

我长跪不起，

哭的肝肠寸断，

泪干声哑。

Twenty years ago,

what a beautiful adult,

blue sky beautiful day,

green pine like a tower.

Can grow up and down small,

meat seven elements eight,

thousands of thoughts,

life pressure.

The child's grades,

painstaking,

worried tears left on the cheek.

It has been a long time since I returned to my hometown.

I went to see my mother,

my troubled son,

and I always cared about you.

Yilu all the way,

the wind and rain,

taste the life,

sweet and bitter.

The only belief,

life will not,

endless.

And I lost my mother forever.

When the old man died,

he suddenly returned to the light.

"I can't worry, you runaway wild horse."

this is the last thing she said to me in her life. A few months after cardiac cancer tortured my old mother,

the building of my mother and son collapsed.

The person who loved me most in the world left,

and from then on,

no one told me to go home for dinner,

and no one told me to add more cold clothes.

I can't afford to kneel for a long time,

crying my liver and intestines are broken,

and my tears are hoarse.

今年，

我们都已年过半百，

可还在把激情挥洒。

过去努力，

是追逐梦想；

现在努力，

是老树新芽。

凡是过往，

皆为序章，

人生大幕，

刚刚开拉。

我不敢老去，

仍在广袤的田野里，

拚搏，挣扎。

This year,

we are all over half a hundred years old,

but we are still spilling our passion.

In the past,

hard work is the pursuit of dreams;

now hard work is the new bud of the old tree.

ln the past,

it is a prelude,

and the curtain of life has just begun.

I dare not grow old,

still in the vast fields,

struggling, struggling.

再过十年，2029

我们已年过花甲。

但愿满头黑发，

满口牙，

腿脚健，

身挺拔。

我们相邀，

一个都不能少，

我们出游，

路能走，

山能爬。

闲看风云变幻，

淡泊富贵荣华；

世上瑰宝千千万，

只有健康无价。

In ten years, we are over 2029

years old.

I hope my head is full of black hair,

my mouth is full of teeth,

my legs and feet are strong,

and my body is straight and straight.

We invite,

there can be no less,

we travel,

the road can walk,

the mountain can climb.

Idle look at the changes,

indifferent to wealth and splendor;

the world treasure tens of millions,

only health priceless.

再过二十年，2039，

七十几岁的聚会，

我还在吗？

我思念的儿时的伙伴与同窗，

生死之交的战友与乡党，

你们身体咋样？

还是否刚强与健壮？

还是否耳不聋？

眼不花？

公园里，

能跳一曲华尔兹？

歌厅里，

高歌一首茉莉花？

回忆从前，

无限伤感；

抽刀怎能断水，

天命安可叱咤！

不管钱多厚，

官多大，

阎王照样往里拉。

怀一份千里共婵娟的心愿，

随缘听命吧。

In twenty years, 2039,

the party in my seventies,

am I still there?

I miss childhood partners and classmates,

friends of life and death and rural parties,

how are you?

Are you still strong and strong?

Are you still deaf?

Don't you have eyes?

In the park,

can you dance a waltz?

In the singing hall,

sing a jasmine?

Recall the past,

infinite sadness;

how can you cut off the water,

destiny can be reprimanded!

No matter how thick the money and how big the official is,

Yan Wang still goes to lira.

With a wish to share thousands of miles together,

follow the fate of obeying orders.

再过三十年，2049，

八十几岁的聚会，

我们当中，

还有人在吗？

请准备纸钱一篓，

炉香一把，

将我们的名字，

在青烟中融化。

可是，

落叶归根，

是推不倒的树，

思念故土，

是永远斩不断的麻！

我们曾负重前行，

我们曾辉煌华夏！

谁不说俺家乡好这首歌，

永远是，

龙图腾中，

熠熠闪光的那片鳞甲。

故乡这个名字，

永远是，

历史天空中，

璀璨夺目的五彩云霞！

流落异乡的游子，

仍在祈盼着，

何时能回到蒲北村的

——家！

注：西安市阎良区蒲北村俗称蒲家沟。

In another 30 years, 2049,

the party in our 80s,

are any of us still there?

Please prepare a basket of paper money and a handful of incense to melt our names in the smoke.

However,

the fallen leaves return to the root,

is the tree that can not be pushed down,

miss the native land,

is forever chopped down the hemp!

We used to bear the weight to move forward, we used to brilliant Huaxia!

Who does not say that our hometown good this song,

will always be,

in the dragon totem,

shining that piece of scale armour.

The name of hometown,

always,

in the historical sky,

dazzling colorful clouds!

The wandering son,

who is living in a strange land,

is still looking forward to when he can return to home in Pubei Village!

Note: Pubei Village, Yanliang District, Xi'an City, is commonly known as Pujiagou.

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